I want to tell a story, it starts in Tyrs Hand.. a place known for high octane PvP between two elite factions fighting it out for a matter of life and death. I return here with fond memories of epic fights, but what is this... as I head in, there is not one skeleton on the floor, not one mob touched. There's dust on the Scarlet Warders Armor, I start to feel a dark shroud come over me. Is this the future of my server? Will the alliance just dodge us out in open world?

I throw a distract on one of the mobs, to try let them know one day they will be attacked by alliance and horde. I sap one, while channeling the power of Jackie Chan, Bruce Lee and opening Neilyo 1 to 500 in different browser tabs. I AMBUSHI a Scarlet warder, IT CRITS!! my hands begin to sweat... I start to think... W-what am I doing? I could get KILLED by doing this...

Within 30 seconds out of nowhere a night elf female druid appears, popping out of stealth, applying faerie fire.. I start to sweat buckets, I think of the corpse run back and how I have never won a 1v1 without ALL my cooldowns and the player being AFK at a flight point.

Suddenly my phone rings, its TIERRA known for kiting zug raids throughout Azeroth to their untimely death. I manage to somehow answer the phone between hitting sprint and trying to locate this rabid night elf female druid moonfire spamming me when TIERRA says "He who kites, and runs away, gets to farm honor from ez pray"

I thank him and drop my phone, my hand trembles as I grab my gaming mouse and manage to somehow click on a restorative potion, I run... and I run..... the druid in hot persuit.

I kite around the back of a building, blushing thinking about how this will pan out, my health already going down from the moonfire spam.

I take a wrong turn and I'm in a dead end. I panic. I mistime my vanish, not quite waiting for my restorative potion to tick. My heart sinks, but then I think of the girl I never had sex with from school and my penis erects to 3.5 inches. ITS TIME TO FIGHT BACK!

The high octane PvP druid deploys their barov peasant caller trinket to try melee me down, I throw a thorium grenade to stun them and start to evasion tank the druid and his peasants. I think to myself, this is 1V4! I start to backstab the druid, not getting any crits. How could my day get any worse! I'm going to die to a druid..

The druid starts to get lower, but instantly uses natures swiftness, I gouge and get a few tickets of bandage in.

The druid goes bear and pops frenzied regeneration, but I can't keep fighting any longer. I take a SIP from my THISTLE TEA and kill the druid.

The druid INSTA releases and was never seen again.

TLDR the moral of the story is it doesn't matter if you are a dogshit rogue, there's always one player even SHITTER than you. Ain't that right Diffyqt of <HESOYAM> ?