EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM FIFTY THOUSAND WILD IMPS IN THE TRASH'S ASS. ITS DEPLETING TIME RIGHT THEN AND THERE. I START DOING THE CHEST MOVES ALONGSIDE WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER, THE BEST CLASS IN THE GAME, WARLOCK. I CLENCH MY CHEEKS AND CLENCH THEM HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN HAND'S OF GUL'DAN OR EVEN WHEN I MESS UP TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY ESCAPED THE BLIZZARD'S SHITTIEST GAME FEATURE. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE PEOPLE IN COLLEGE CLASS CAN STILL BE IMMATURE JERKS. AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO TANK GOOD AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MYSELF AND MY APARTMENT LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNING. THEN I LIFT