The Night Before Sunwell

'Twas the night before Sunwell,
When all through Azeroth
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a moth;

The Flasks of Relentless Assault were placed by the Aldor Bank with care,
In hope that soon, St. Barrok would be there;

The Sunfury Scouts were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Stormstrike and Earthshock danced in their heads,
Brutalus: curled up by the fire, the Twins in their room,
Kil'jeaden alone, counting down the days to his doom;
When out on Magisters terrice, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the Inn to see what was the matter.
Away to the instance I flew like a flash,
Handing in my dailies, grabbing some cash.
Four totems all standing, proud and on show,
Gave the lustre of ownage to noobs below;
When, what to my mist covered eyes should appear,

But a MASSIVE BEAR, rider clad in full epic gear,
With a huge cow driver, built like a rock
I knew in a moment it must be St. Barrok,
And he Yelled and Raid Warned, and called them by name;
"Now, Haz! now, Steel! now, Buby and Drog
On, Tamer! on Pozy! on, Furio and Phunnk!
To the top of the inn, to the top of the gate"
"Brb dinner time!; Sorry if I'm late".
So up to the Plateau the raid group they flew,
With an bag full of haste potions, and St. Barrok too.

And then in a rumble, in front of Kalec' I saw,
The stampeding and rushing of each bear paw.
As I drew out my weapon and was turning around,
Through the portal St. Barrok came with a bound;
He was dressed all in epix from his head to his foot
And his totems all summoned, made of shiniest wood!
His totems - how they twisted! His Fire Elemental how merry!
His horns were like sabers, his weapon slow as a ferry!
His white cotton socks, were pulled up to the knee
As he afk'd to watch Jeremy Kyle on the TV.
He showed me his smile of blinding white teeth,
And his slow weapon he began to sheath,
He had a broad face and a little round belleh
That shook when he laughed like a bowful of jelleh.
A flick of his wrist and a shake of his head,
Soon made me realise, all my trash mobs were dead;
He spoke not a word, but got straight down and dirty
His wind fury crits made me all bruised and hurty
And slaping his hands firmly on his thighs
And giving a roar, a Bloodlust did arise.
I turned to him and sliced, killing him in one blow!
But his ankh was off cd, he arose ..."oh no".

He fought me down, though I tried my best;
As I was slain,
I heard him exclaim:
"M'uru is down! Can I need on the chest?????!!"

Congrats on the M'uru kill.
Lots of love,
Tang & Alphakhan