Log

WEEK ONE


5/17

Today I began building my Laboratory. I was lucky to get such a deal on this place! Waterside property on an island at the maelstrom! What a steal at only 5000 gold! I'm going to begin with the pneumatic pumps today, or maybe the foundation, or maybe a few shredders, or maybe a zepplin....... It's always been my dream to have my own Lab, and now I finally have the chance to build one! It'll be hard at first, but I'm a Tinker darn it! I can handle it! All I have to do to begin is to lift the stones onto the foundation. How hard can it be?

5/18

Today I hired some help. My arms will take a few weeks to heal. The ogres I hired are nothing but dumb brutes! They act like ogres! Im just glad I took that semester of Mo'Grosh in the academey. The work is off to a slow start, the ogres started testing the water pressure, but now it's turned into a water fight. I wasn't too upset at first, but then they started using the steam pumps. I lose more ogres that way. I pray that tomorrow we can get to work.

5/19

Finally we get to some serious work. The ogres are actually very good lackeys. The one I call Grot managed to lay out a foundation while the others played a rousing game of "pull my finger" I thought it would be wise to reward Grot to inspire the others to work harder. Unfortunately, all my reward did was to get the ogres to throw stone bricks all over and ask for a reward. I sent one of the smaller ogres today to get me some Headache-b-gone from my cousin Fizzle. I am beginning to feel my arms again and I am almost out of healing salve. I would have had enough to last for weeks, but the one I call Dorf thought it was whipped cream. He's been acting reeealy happy lately... Anyway, I managed to get Grot to build up the walls more, so there's that at least. The largest ogre, Turb, managed to carry the stones up from the dock today. He finally learned that rocks aren't food. After the ogres ate, I heard Turb crying in pain and grunting in a grove of trees... bleagh. Perhaps tomorrow will bring more luck.

5/20

Dorf returned today from my cousin Fizzle and he brought me a huge bottle of hemmoroid-b-gone. Stupid ogres... Today the walls finally were finished, albeit not well. My Lab looks like a Pyramid. That wouldn't be too bad, except that these ogre read the blueprints upside-down. Stupid, stupid ogres... Turb has not yet returned from the grove he was in last night. I hope he learns to never eat stones again. Grot helped me put a door in today, unfortunatley, we had no battering rams, so he decided to use Dorf. I lose more ogres that way. My arms should be about healed by tomorrow, so I hope I can begin the technological ponts so I can be rid of these ogres. Today I learned why nobody liked the Mo'Grosh teacher at the academy. I tried to ask Grot to cut down a tree. He came back an hour later with an elf. This would have been only a minor annoyance, only the elf hurled fireballs at the ogres until they ran away. Turb returned and saw the elf blowing away his freinds. He ate another boulder. Stupid, stupid, stupid ogres.

5/21

The elf left after she got tired. I was alone. At last. My arms had healed today and I began to put the roof on my laboratory. It was a simple matter, all I did was take the grasses and thatch them together. I then put all my techno-junk inside and put a big "OPEN" sign on the top. Im ready for business.

5/22

No customers today. No problem, just gotta wait 'em out.

5/23

Still no customers. I spent the day wondering why I'm green.

WEEK TWO

5/24

No customers, maybe its the location.

5/25

None yet. I spilt some chemicals today while juggling.

5/26

If nobody will come to my lab, then I'll take the lab to them darn it! I fashioned a cart this morning and i began to pull it. I made a profound discovery today. I am small. I had almost lost hope when I saw my cousin Fizzle show up today. I was thrilled to see him after all these years. He was riding an ogre, and he actually could control it. When I asked him how he did it, he showed me a pretty blue bottle and said "this is some pretty strong stuff" I asked him for help and he began to throw bottles at me. I ducked, unsure what they would do. The bottles did many things. One blew up, one turned the grass blue, one made a pink cloud, one made me reeeeeeeealy like myself, and one made a portal. Out of the portal came a felstalker. I almost cried. Then I cried. Fizzle threw a blue bottle at the felstalker and it turned orange with lavender spots and it's tentacles dissapeared. I hitched him up and was ready to go. Before I left, I asked Fizzle why he came here. He answered "Well, You ordered that big bottle of H-B-G and I thoguht you might need help." Now i remember why I haven't seen him in years. I set out.
I forgot I was on an island. Another wrench in the works...

5/27

Today I found a way off of this island. After searching with my new Felstalker, Felly, I located a shipyard run by a local goblin. I asked him if he had any open seats on the charter to Kalimdor. He said they were all booked. Elves, on vacation. I hate elves. I decided it couldn't be helped, so I asked when the next charter was with an open seat. I learn something new everyday. Today I learned goblins can laugh non-stop for three hours. I was getting upset, so I decided to clear some room on the boat. I learned that felhounds can come in handy. Once i got on the boat, I noticed the waves for the first time. I had never been ona boat before. Come to think of it, how DID I get on the island? I had never gotten my "sea legs" so to speak. Feeling nauseous, I asked one of the elves if they had a looking glass. When the elf handed it to me, I looked at my face. I was positively green! Felly wasn't feeling too well either. Earlier he vomited. Luckily, Felhounds feed on pure mana, so the spellcasters on board paid me tohave some of Felly's vomit... thats just sick. I did not bring any seasickness potions on board, so I decided to walk around and meet people so I could keep my mind off of the ocean. As I walked around, I met a gnome, his name was Xerber. When I asked what he did for a living, he told me he was an engineer. I was surprised, I knew gnomes were clever, but not so much as to be engineers. I was surprised also to see an engineer on vacation so I asked why he was on board. He told me he was going to work at a port in Kalimdor that ships to Booty Bay. I asked him if he was an inventor and he said he was, so I followed him down to his room, he brought a helmet out of his pack and he called it a Breathe-Deep Helmet. Designed for underwater breathing. It was good, very good, but I was better, I showed him my grapple-grip 3000, capable of grabbing items even a mile away. we became more competitive as the day wore on. We showed off out inventions. Each one better than the other. Whirring gizmo, Shredder Arm, Time stopper, Jumper cables, Robot dragon. Then I pulled outt he big guns, I whipped out my Mecho-Drive 900, the most powerful tool known to goblins. It was a wrench, weapon, screwdriver, gear, hammer, jackhammer, and many more, all in one! After the slap-fight, things got awkward. That night I stood a little taller. One mroe day at sea and we'll reach port.

5/28

Listen, I know double'posting isn't allowed here, but I am going to do it in this case because I want to let people see when and where the story changes, it will also help people who have short attention spans to read the story without skipping parts.

5/28

Today was yet another interesting day. After we passed the raging waters of the maelstrom, the sea was much calmer. Not much happened this morning, except I did see Xerber swearing under his breath as I passed him. He was a fool to think he could beat a goblin at engineering! The afternoon was quite interesting. We sat in the boat as it began ro rock violently, I searched for the source of the problem and found a tauren running around the ship, banging into stuff. We threw him overboard. The merlocs were pleased. But the shaking did not cease. I went down below deck and saw that snake-like creatures were trying to break through, naga. I ran aboard deck to warn the others, but it was too late, the naga had gotten on board. One of the larger naga, obviously the leader, spoke, "Leave these waters, or face our wrath." It was a difficult choice to make. I ran away before they could see me. Down below deck, I found Xerber. I pleaded with him to help me defeat the naga. He accepted, it must have been my superiority. We grabed our inventions andwent above deck. Felly was already up above trying to feed on the siren's magic. Felly was doing a very good job at that. Felstalkers are quite powerful. Unfortunately, sirens have weak magic, and Felly is picky. He ran below deck to see if there were more spellcasters. I was about to use my shredder arm against one of the naga when I noticed an aquatic sentry in the water. I quickly ran below deck. Xerber was fightng the naga alone. Gnomes are so weak. I returned with a map and spoke to the Leader of the naga. I pointed out that we were no longer in their waters. When he objected to their control over all waters west of the maelstrom, I simply pointed out the Aquatic Border and Shipping Act of Stormwind. The naga, outmatched by my legal power, were forced to retreat. WE made dock a few hours later in Orgrimmar. The local orcs proceeded to massacre the foolish tourists and allaince members. Xerber was lucky, he was simply a prisoner. I was safe because of my race's neutrality. I hitched up Felly to my wagon and set out on my journey. As I reflected on my reason for traveling the world in my cart, I realized that im not doing this for money, I'm doing this for a shitload of money!

5/29

Today I reached a crossroads. I was in the city of crossroads, trying to determine where I should head. I could go three ways, West, North, or South. I could go north into the forests, but they are probably filled with bugs and demons and stuff. I could travel south into the desrts and drylands of the south, But with gadgetzan so close, they have the monopoly, I could travel West to the mountains, but there's not much out there. I decided there was but one totaly fair way to decide it. I went to Razor hill and waited for the inevitable orc fight. The one I witnessed had a peon being hurled halfway to orgrimmar. North it was. I hope I don't go too far north, I only fear what may happen if I get too close to Northrend. For some reason I have a strange mental image of a rabid squirrel. I proceed north until late, I had only reached the RageFire Chasm by nightfall. It is a shame the time difference, i fear i might get zepplin-lag

5/30

Today I found myself in Night Elf lands. Ashenvale is an interesting place, Not exactly good customers. I tried to sell a all natural berry shampoo to the furblogs. They used it as a sauce for their food. I made my way to astranaar and I finally found somebody who was interested in purchasing from me. I found a strange-looking Night Elf with fur, claws, and a tail. He said his name was Graz Hellfoul. He said he wanted a weapon to use against the night elves. I love it when my customers have a sense of humor. I gave him a great discount on a rocket launcher and ammo. I also found a preistess who asked if i had any wands of mana stealing. I was dumbfounded. People actually USE those things? I didn't have any with me, so I went on my way. Nothing much happened today, except Felly sucked the mana out of another spellcaster. The little demon.

WEEK THREE

5/31

Good. A few spelling mistakes, but other then that, a good well written story. I think I am going to become the Stories Galore grammer and spelling mistakes whore... :P

EDIT: I gave you a 9. I never give a 10, because you can never perfect writting.

WEEK THREE

5/31

Today I set up a small shop at Lake Iris. I set it up using some spare materials from Astranaar. It isn't much, but it is enoguh to be a workshop. I need a place to build and tinker. The shop didn't take very long at all to build. Perhaps it was because the lack of ogres. I built it so I could easily pack it up and set it up elsewhere. After I built it, some night elves came and asked for me to give them some guns. I was panicked. only dwarves and gnomes make guns. I was caught, I needed a plan. I was about to quit when I realized something. I asked the night elves if they were hunters. They said they were indeed hunters. I then noticed they all wore cloth over their eyes. I quickly gathered some sticks and gave them to the Demon Hunters. One of them asked if they were actual guns and I responded "Of course they are!, these are special wooden anti-demon rifles! I can't beleive a Demon Hunter wouldn't know that!" The Night elves then left in silence, They walked past my demon felstalker twice and the small one bumped into a tree. Stupid Night elves. I sat with my head in my hands. Felly began to whimper. I think I should find better lands to pervey my goods in.

6/1

A new month and a new place. I moved to Felwood today. The satyrs were eager to buy from me. They bought all sorts of things from my shop in Jaedenar. Unfortunately, most of what they were asking for I did not have in stock. Each one said they wanted "To Serve the Legion" I really should get some of that...

6/2

Today in Felwood, as I was driving my cart through the forest, I ran over a hole in the ground. When I looked inside the hole, I found some ghoul with only a single claw. I realized I am very prejudiced against undead. I asked the Ghoul if he was ok. Then I realized, "Undead cant be hurt!" The ghoul said his name was Joe or something like that, I noticed his hand was hurt, so I gave him some salve and his arm healed right up. Josh or whoever asked if I had seen Robby or Sobby or something. I hadn't. The ghoul showed me some book and I picked it up, but I dropped it, So I just took out a few pages about portals and I copied them using my special copy ink (patent pending) I gave the book to the ghoul and I was on my way. I did not like my encounter with the undead, so I walked south and found a deserted battlefield where orcs and night elves died. Perfect. A treasure trove of weapons and armor I could salvage. The orcs wouldn't mind. I found another hole similar to the one the ghoul was in and I saw a piece of meat. I decided to take it with me. I reeeealy do not like undead. I decided to take a flight path to Mulgore.

6/3

this is good, but one thing is that everything is happenning way too fast... Write a little more detailed, so that people would understand how does he do stuff, for example: where did he put all thos weapons and stuff? and how did he took a flight path to Mulgore?
And it's good to see some parts of my work in other people's work ^_^

Well done! It takes work to do something like this. Very good originality. LOL a water side property at the maelstrom.

I would do more detail, but this IS a log, but ok I'll add some.


6/3

Today I got onto a zepplin run by another of my goblin brethren (I wonder how anybody ever survived before we were around.) I decided to go to mulgore this time, I'm not certain why, I always liked beef. When I got onto the zepplin, The operator said I couldn't bring Felly! I couldn't believe it! a no-demons policy! I guess I got a little too upset back there, but I don't see what's wrong with unleashing a felhound on a goblin. WE dont have too much magic anyways. I had to charter an entire zepplin for all my gear and parts, It's not easy being a tinker. I had to leave my prototype shredder behind after it destroyed the first two zepplins. The ride was much nicer than the boat had been. For one thing, the craft wasn't gnomish, and it was brand new. After a few hours, we arrived at Thunder Bluff. It's a nice place, a little less modern than I was hoping for, but, ok. I was amazed at the mesas, I stared up at the totems as I walked around. I fell off a mesa. Ow. When I awoke, I was surrounded by tauren. They asked what I had to offer them. I asked what they wanted, and I didn't get much of a response. I found one little tauren named Tamak. He was born without horns, poor little guy. He asked if I had any, and I told him I didn't carry any body parts, but then I remembered something I had in stock. I reached into my pack and brought out a pair of horns, not tauren horns, but horns nonetheless. I gave them to Tamak, but he wasn't very happy. I didn't understand why tauren wanted to honk horns in the first place. I went along and I found Bloodhoof Village and Baine. He's such a cow's boy. He sat there and complained because my horn sharpeners weren't long enough. I was pretty upset, so I posted posters of him getting a little "outside help" from a witchdoctor. Note to self: do not ever mess with a goblin! That night I slept among the kodos. After i got stepped on the third time, I went to Camp Narache to spend the night. There are a lot of bugs in Mulgore. All the Tauren did not want me to use my bug-away while I was there. Something about protecting the Earth Mother or something stupid like that, I dunno. I used it anyway. And nothing happened at all! HA! At about midnight, The green moon fell outside camp, so I decided to travel east so I wouldn't be scolded. Stupid tauren.


ok now guys I would really appreciate it if you were to give me some input as to what you want the goblin to do. just pm me with ideas ok.

6/4

Today I was in The Barrens. I don't know quite how to describe it. There's not much here, it's very empty, kind of, hmmmmmmmm, oh, I got it. It's very, barren. Goblins have such nice vocabulary. After riding for a while, I found myself in the Valley of Giants. Great, there's another shot to my ego... I rode on through untilI saw some orcs at a small camp. I said to myself "What better place to set up a 'Tec's Tech' store" So I did. The orcs came up to my shop and asked if I was open. I pointed to the "OPEN" sign above me. They asked again. Stupid orcs. After I explained it to them, they asked if I could take out a small human encampment to the east. I told them I wasn't a mercenary. The big, ugly one help up a sack of gold. I believe The customer is always right. I spent the rest of the day preparing. I sent Felly out to sniff around, He came back with a stick. Stupid demons. I scouted alone and saw that they were mostly farmers, two footmen, and a priest. The orcs could have done this alone! Stupid orcs. I wasn't about to tell them that because thee is one thing I love more than not being beheaded by angry orcs, and that is gold! I decided a Shredder would suffice, so I took some spare parts and built a smaller form of shredder. This thing couldn't cut down a tree at all, not even a bush. I'll sell hundreds! I spent a long time working on it. I started by Grabbing the arm I brought with me from my lab and I attached It to some armor from the orcs I found dead. I stuck a pair of wheels I built while I was in Astranaar on the contraption and I welded it all together. I had a basic design going, no fancy gizmos or uneccessary parts that most people would find utterly confusing. Not yet, anyway. I stuck in one of my patented Sprocketzer Power Packs® and I added a flak cannon launcher. Not much, just enough to blow the camp to shreds. Twice. Then I stuck on a scope, all the better to see them with. I added a few steam tanks and then I finished by adding an engine. I stood back and looked at my work. I'm just to damn good at my job. I laid down next to Felly and got ready to go to sleep. I attack at Dawn.

6/5.1

Today I prepared myself for the attack on the humans, it was to be a harsh battle, one shredder versus five humans. What''s worse is that they all were fully upgraded with steel forged swords and preist master training, stupid humans. I began to move forward in my makeshift shredder. The pedals and levers and steam-driven mechansims felt like home to me, this is what goblins were made to do. I began to laugh wildly as I rolled towards the encampment. When I reached it, the two farmers cried out and signaled th e alarm, two footmen and a priest showed up. I quickly used my spinning shredder blade to cut through the footmen, and, even though they were strong armored, my horium blade cut through them like a hot sword through flesh. But as I cut them, they did not perish, they continued hacking away at my inpregnable hull! I was perplexed by this for almsot a second, when I realized the @#$%ing priest kept healing them. How can you heal someone who is cut in half? But, I decided the best choice would be to drive over the footmen and farmers who had become militia, and shred the priest to little tiny bits. I never really understood why spellcasters never wear worthwhile armor, serioulsy, I bet there's money to be made there, hoo boy! Anyway, to make a long story short, I reared up and my bladec ut through the elf's jugular vein causing him to bleed to death in a matter of second, then I wheeled myself around and proceeded to cut through the other humans, but they had switched to double-plated, tirple-sealed, thorium-gold alloy. Like a hot sword through flesh, oh yeah. Then I stood there in silent appreciation of what I ha daccomplished here, I had taken out four humans and an elf, with no damage to myself whatsoever, then I gathered up the armor and items They lost, I hope they don't mind too much. I really didn't make that story short, but whatever. It only took me about fourty-five seconds to defeat the humans, so I drove back to the orcs and told them I had succeeded. They asked id I was lying, and I said no. I got the money, and I'm not even sure they checked. Stupid orcs. I dissasembled my shredder and placed the pieces on my cart and set off for wherever I am going, I've kinda been winiging the whole thing so far.

I got to go to my job right now, so I will post the rest of today later ok!

6/5.2

I am back so, without much further ado:

6/5.2

The attack didn't take too long, so I sat around at high noon without anything to do. Goblins do not idle well. I finally decided to head south and see what I would find there. After about two hours of riding, I reached a very odd place. An orcish sign said it was called Thousand Needles. HA! Stupid orcs. There are only 997 needles! After I was done poinitng this out to about ten inhabitants, I realized that the local folk aren't too friendly. I walked around for a while when a razorfen darted right in front of me! How rude! The great thing about kalimdor is that everybody, eventually, gets their just desserts! His was running into needle number seventeen. Stupid razorfens! I had a decision to make, I could head to either Thalanaar or freewind post. I truly couldn't decide. I figured since it was getting late, I'd just sleep on it, tomorrow is another big day....

sorry, I haven't been on too much lately, please I need feedback, feeedbaaack, Fffffeeeeeeeddddbbbbbbaaacckkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

6/6

I decided I would flip a coin to decide wether or not to go to Freewind Post or Thalanaar, unfortunately, orcish coins are very thick, and so, when I flipped it, It landed perfectly on it's side, neither head nor tails. I got so annoyed I used my shredder arm to cut the coin in half, right down the middle, then I blasted it with a pack of explosives and melted it down until it looked kinda like Thrall's face. Heads it was, off to Thalanaar! I began my trek through the needles and I finally had to stop at needle humber three hundred and fifty-seven, because I was so tired. Luckily, there was a troll camp ready to attack the night elves at Thalanaar. I walked up to one and asked him what his name was. "Jozvisu'krashvaysru'jinsou" was his reply, I asked the next one and he replied, "Dasdishtoroysvi'novusyr". This went on for many more trolls until I met one whose name was Zujo, stupid trolls. Zujo was the tallest troll there, as I soon learned. After he stood back up trying to spy on the elves, I asked him if he would like to buy some items for the attack. He didn't respond, so I asked again, then I yelled, then I kicked his foot, He looked at me and said I didn't need to blow on him to get his attention, and that he couldn't hear me because I was too far away. I began to turn brown. (green+red=brown) But then I decided this was a great opportunity to test out my new Extendo Boots® I put them on and began to crank myself up to Zujo's ear, after about ten minutes, I reached his chin. All of a sudden, I got a nosebleed. He offered me some head-shrinker so the blood couldn't get out, but I turned him down. I asked again and he said that they could use some kind of throwing weapoin besides a spear. This was my kind of job! I quickly took one of their throwing spears and saw that it was so obsolete, it was no wonder the horde couldn't beat the Alliance. I decided the spear head shold be made of hardened thorium, my favorite metal besides gold. I then had the matter of what to do with the rest of the spear. I wonder why nobody asks for stuff I already have. Anyways, I ended up making a regular spear, and I focused on the head. I would have made a very nice weapon, but trolls are stupid and can barely use spears. I placed some fragmentation shards with some mortar and gunpowder so than when the spear makes contact, a huge explosion would react, thanks to my own alchemal potion, something I think I'll call "Nitroglycerin" I'm not sure what it does exactly, but it has a cool name. Then I thoguht, "Why stop there?" I then added some arrowheads I made earlier onto each exploding spear so the explosion would fire off smaller spears before it actually exploded, that way, even more people would die. I decided to call it the " Real Boomstick®" and I sold them to the trolls and I made my way into Thalanaar. I walked into a bar, I don't see how I couldn't have seen it. As I went to the bartender, I realized something. Explosions began outside the tavern and villagers were running around everywhere. A large block of cinder fell on my head, I am writing ths wth muc pan, it urts so bd I cant spll rigt.

WEEK FOUR

6/7

I woke up today at Freewind Post, chained up in a cage. The @#$% trols had kidnapped me! Stupid trolls! I looked around and saw many night elves, and then I saw some blood elves, I wondered why blood elves would be here, and then it hit me. These were the night elves from the ship! My eyes darted around and I saw him, my arch-nemesis, Xerber. He was sitting in the cage next to me trying to melt the bars with his goggles. I tried to be angry, but instead he ignored me. I sat around for about three hours when I got tired of waiting, I asked the sorceresses next to me for a fork, some undergarments ;) , and a scroll. They willingly gave them to me. I then asked Xerber for a wrech, but he ignored me. Stupid gnomes. I then picked the lock and scaled the walls. The trolls then came in as I was breaking the bars. Luckily, the sorceresses caught their attention. Stupid trolls. I made it outside alright to find that I was surrounded by guards who, thankfully, hadn't seen me. Sometimes being small has its advantages. As I crept around, I saw Xerber dart out behind the prison, followed by troll guards. I was about to warn him when he told the trolls " There's one!". That traitor! He betrayed the alliance for freedom, I was soon being chased by trolls when I picked up one of the spears on the ground and hurled it at them. Boom! I then chased after Xerber so I could end this, once and for all. Xerber then took a Mind-control helmet out of his pack. I wonder how such big things can fit in a pack smaller than my head. He used it on one of the guards, who are, of course, level 55. The orc then followed him out of the city and the elves began to retailiate. This was about to get ugly, a troll then ran up to me and tried to bite me. Then it turned ugly. I had run out fo options, there was no way I could make it out alive. Just then, a large shadowy figure came out of nowhere and descended upon the trolls and orcs. Felly. I was saved. Felly began to devour the mana of every shaman, mage, warlock, preist, and even one tauren druid. Soon,it was only me and Felly against the hundred or so non-spellcasters. You had to feel sorry. For the trolls I mean. I picked up my Extendo-Boots® and placed one on each hand, I jumped on Felly and rode off against the trolls. I then used my boots to strike each one of the trolls in the face, some things cracked. Not the boots. I pulled out my trusty Mecha-driver 900 and got to work. A tinker is only as good as his tools. I finallt felt the sweet thing that is bloodlust today, and it is sweeet! I hacked and slashed and Felly ripped and tore and eventually, there were only the suckiest of warrios left. We walked right out. After this encounter, I had decided I had enough of Kalimdor, so it was time to visit the easternkingdoms for now. I grabbed the pages on teleportation from my pack, made a portal, and stepped through.

FEEEEEEEEEDBACK
Well, from what I've read so far (up to 6/3) its pretty good. I have two major problems with it: first of all, the formatting. You HAVE to make more then 1 huge paragraph! Its really annoying to read! Even though the story is good, it drives me crazy.

Second, the grammar and punctuation arent that great. You gotta work on that.

But good work overall :)

hmmm... You're right, it IS annoying, sorry, I just think a log doesn't have breaks, but I'll add them in. Now folks, this is an example of how feedback helps.

6/8

After about five hours of swirling and twirling, I finally found where I teleported to, I was sure to use ingredients found only in the eastern kingdoms, so I figured I had a 50/50 chance of going there. I ended up at some kind of castle on an island. everything smelled like orc, only worse. I saw some gnolls, but they were undead, so I walked on by. Why did I have to teleport to the plaguelands, Silverpine. Shoot. I quickly swam to shore and, after avoiding some mindless scourge, reached a strange place called the Sepulcher. Once their, I saw an undead with spiky hair, no mouth, metal on his face, and a finger that I swore belonged to my grandmother. I hesitated at first, then asked him if it was ok to builda store here. He said something along the lines of "Graschpuls" I can't speak gutterspeak. I assume that means yes. I then started setting up the store, This time it didn't take so long as normal. After a while, a warlock showed up asking if I had any fabric or thread. Why don't people ever ask for stuff I have? I told him to wait a while and I'd have some cloth armor for him. I never understood cloth armor. How can cloth be protective? IT'S CLOTH! I decided it was time to change that. So, I grabbed some string from the vendor about three feet away and I got started, my mom always said I should learn to sew, why didn't I listen? I smelted the thread in with some steel because thorium would burn it. It came out a long strand of metal, I wouldn't have time to sew with it if I didn't use my instant softener on the metal, I did that and the hard metal became like string. I sewed together a robe, which sucked, but it was a robe, and it had 325 armor. I am sooo good. I gave the Met-Cloth® robe to the warlock and he put it on, I think he liked it. He took some time in answering, then I noticed he was asleep. Waking dead my @$$. I took the opportunity to take all of his gold and other armor, then I poured some Life-O® on him, he will wake up a human and be killed, then he will have to start out at level 1 again. HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!! Stupid undead forsaken. by the time I got the job done, It was almost nighttime, which was difficult to tell, because it's always night here.

Sorry to double-post like this, but WILL SOMEBODY REPLY?