Julia Larsson

“Lok’tar ogar!” The daemon holding me pulled my head back, exposing my throat.
“Victory or death,” I retorted at my captor hoarsely. “For the Horde. And for the record, shouting World of Warcraft battle
cries kind of kills the whole ‘imminent death’ expectation.”

The daemon paused. “What server are you on?” he demanded.
“Blackhand.”
“Righteous. Guild?”

I couldn’t imagine what the hell that mattered at this point, but it was keeping me alive so that was a bonus. I’d gladly spit out
the rest of my Warcraft stats if it bought me a few more minutes.

“Yeah,” I coughed. “ElfhunterBitches.”

He blinked and then grinned, tapping himself on the chest. “No shit. I’m TartBarbie. Undead DeathKnight.”
I stared at him. “TB? Seriously? I’m Baconator. Blelf Warlock. You did a hell of a job tanking on that raid the other night.”

“Yeah, I am pretty awesome.” He glanced over his shoulder, releasing me. “Look, if I’d known it was you, I’d never have
agreed to this. Go on.” He nudged me with a leather boot. “I’ll tell them you got away.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. “Thanks,” I said softly. “I’ll make it up to you, somehow.”
“No worries.” He winked. “See you next Thursday.”
― Allison Pang, A Brush of Darkness

“I have had the joy of seeing him constantly putting himself and his companions through countless drills and possible tactical situations, which will result in instant action by the warriors without the necessity of giving them orders because every man in his units will know what he must do and when he must do it.”
― Michael G. Kramer, Full Story of the Anglo-Saxon Invasion

“Judgement is always based on experience and sometimes you will battle a person's history first, before commonsense will ever win the war.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Warcraft as a film suprises me a lot of and I really like it.”
― Deyth Banger