Sometimes You’re the Windshield
“Calling all those attuned for Kara! Emergency non-planned Kara run happening now! Who wants to go?”
“OHMEMEME!!” Sayeth BRK.
“Sorry, we’re already full.”
Awww, shucks. /sulk
Off to Netherwing to make leather and money…
Fifteen minutes later:
“Hey BRK, our boomkin has to split, family problem. Wanna come in for Moroes?”
“Summon my massive-DPS @ss and let’s get some!”
Moroes down and two Badges of Justice. Sweet.
Opera, Romulo and Julianne down and two Badges of Justice. Sweet.
About to start Curator and we check our bags. One Badge of Justice. Not sweet.
“Hello, Blizzard? I got hosed. I’m missing three BoJs. Can you help? Love, BRK” /send
Curator down, two BoJs. Sweet.
Aran down, two BoJs. Sweet.
“HEY BRK! GM Phizzle here. Heard you got hosed out of some BoJs?”
“Totally, Phizzle. We’ve done Moroes, Opera, Curator, and Aran, and I only have five BoJs in my bags.”
“Dude. That totally sucks. Does everybody else in your raid have the right number.”
“Yeah Phiz, and they’re mocking me for my non-BoJ’ed-ness.”
“Rude! We can’t have a hunter being mocked. Lemme escalate this.”
“You rock Phiz!”
“BRK, I know I rock, but appreciate the love. Last question, though: Could you have forgotten to loot those bosses? :p”
“Phizster, I totally could’ve forgotten to loot those bosses, except I didn’t. I know I didn’t. I’m a loser and I forget where I’m going sometimes, but I know I looted those guys.”
“My heart bleeds, man. I’m all over this. Escalation in progress. Anything else I can do for you?”
“Dude! Good Infernal drops on Prince, can ya work on that for us?”
“You know it. I’ll punt the Infernals to Goldshire for the next thirty minutes.”
“Sweet. Hasta!”
“Keep rockin’ it, BRK.”
Chess down, two more BoJs. Sweet.
Prince down, Infernals were cruel. Phiz was laughing at us, we know it. Three more BoJs. Sweet.
Warlock? Check. Mage? Check. Illhoof Time!
Illhoof down, two more BoJs. Sweet.
Everybody awake? How about Maiden?
Maiden down, two more BoJs. Sweet.
Attumen? Why not. Attumen down, a final BoJ. Sweet.
Fast-forward eighteen hours into the future, BRK checks his email:
“Dear BRK, heard about the hose-osity and the cruelty you suffered as a result of your lack of BoJs. Check your in-game mail, you’ll find three BoJs waiting for you. Kisses and Hugs, Taiono.”
58 + 3 = 61
Our new leggings are getting closer. Sweet.



















