*lays down his Death & Decay*
During my entire life, I have brutaly killed everything in my way, including even the cutest squirrels, crossing my path.. If I see a cute little squirrel, I stomp on it.. If I see another one blowing a kiss to a squirrel, I kill him or her too, despite the arguments that: ”they are soo cute and fuzzy”.
So, If you love a bug, that is an achivement?
Ok, I might not be the best, and/or the smartest guy to invite to a party, cuz most of the time it ends with me tryin to kill the host.
But I blame my behavior on unfortunate circumstances. It all started with me, and most of my people, beeing tricked by demons to kill the Draenei-bastards that lived in our world. I quickly developed a habit to killing them and when the demons told us to drink demon blood, wich turned us into raging bulls, I was first in line..
The Draenei race more or less vanished, but then another threat came in our way, The Dark Portal..
I still remember that day, when me and my orc clan passed through the portal, and I first set foot on Azeroth. What fantastic opportunities for honor and glory and blood shed, the new country had to offer us!
It didn’t take long before me and my sword had grown a custom to human blood. How could I resist the little bastards on their knees begging me not to kill them?
Honestly, would you be able to resist?
Years later when Grom Hellscream finally liberated us from the demonic ”curse”, it left a hole of emptiness inside me..
And the new ”diplomatic” Horde, didn’t make things better..
But, fortunately, a new enemy had surfaced; The Lich King and his army of the Undead.. To pulverize zombies gave some meaning to my life again, but not even close to as it was before. They were allready dead, if you know what I mean..
In the middle of the third war I had another unfortunate circumstance that made me kill my friends..
For you see I had been raised from the dead and turned into a Death Knight..
Somehow, I didn’t have total control of my self.. That’s why..
But, I can’t say I miss them, my friends I mean.. They were compleate idiots, kinda like, yeah well, like me I guess.. Anywho, to make a long story short, me and the other Death Knights were liberated, and now we could kill anything in our way, instead of what, and who, The Lich King ordred us to kill..
After that I have met people who told me that I should make somthing out of my self, get stimulated in other ways than just killing everything in my way.. I thought it was just a bunch of nonsence, until one day when I was in the warlock home town of sillyness – Dalaran. There, in the middle of a street it came towards me, shiny and loud, red and fast and it puked out fumes everywhere. That day was the day I found my calling in life, or death, either way I was in love..
I was going to get a Mechano-Hog!!
After some research and Q & A form others, with SOME violence involved, I found out that my way to a Mechano-Hog had two ways.
1. Earn it through hard work and shit to get the cash for it.
2. Learn the skill to make one yourself.
It can’t be that hard to make one, I thought to myself and began my quest to farm minerals among the rocks and mountains, everywhere..
Fortunately I had allready learned the art of explosives and how to blow up annoying engineering-teachers, but had never in my life, or death, thought that it would be that hard to get my own Mechano-Hog.
So, here I am, with my pick in one hand, and sword in the other, hacking just one more shred of copper from mother nature..
I can hear a familiar voice inside.. It is The Lich King, telling me to hack something else, rather than stone.. Or is it The Lich King?
Has that voice inside me been there all the time?
Am I just a blood thirsty orc – as I have allways been?
// zajko
En Horde Male Undead Mage.. OMG… Fett snyggt.. Ser iofs ut lite som Sub-Zero från Mortal Combat, men vem fan bryr sig 
