I quit! No Turkey Hunting.

WoW is going down the drain.

I've been playing since vanilla, in a hardcore raiding guild. I was farming VC when most of you little popcorn farts were killing Garrick Padfoot. I remember when wiping on Arugal was serious business. I remember when you had to kill TEN-THOUSAND BOARS AND COYOTES to achieve level eleven. Do you remember that, sunday school?

No, you don't. You were too busy dancing on a mailbox in Goldshire, while I was out trying to save Azeroth.

Fast forward to WotLK: while I'm busting my ass in Ragefire Chasm, trying to progress past Targaman the Hungerer, you little twerps are too busy stuffing your faces and killing turkeys.

I killed a turkey once. And by turkeys, I mean druids of the fang - you bunch of hopeless scrubs.

I'm tired of picking up the slack where you mouthbreathers wallow around in your keyboard-turning, clicking filth. Stormwind City is afraid of me. The streets are extended canals, and the canals are full of blood. And when the canals scab over, all of the casuals will drown. The accumulated filth of all of their Jenkins titles and welfare epics will foam up around their waists, and all of the scrubs and night elf hunters will look up and shout , "Save us!"

...and I will say, "No."