Oh You Did NOT!
You did not just tag me Mister Bear, posessor of the Grandest of Gluteous Maxumi, Master of the Magnificent Maned Mound, Sir Biggest of Bear Butts.
Wait, you totally DID tag me, right after Fim tagged you. I’m in on the ground floor baby! Lookit all these other un-tagged blogs, laid before me like a scrumptious schmorgusboard, little juicy jewels, ripe for the picking.
Ok, maniacal cackling out of the way, I’m to write a haiku, that is class-based. And so, as I have recently professed my undying love of Shamans, coupled with my immortal assertions that Druids are BEST, served with a wonderful pan-sauce of Hybrids are made of win, I present to you.
Tigerfeet’s Ode to Hybrids (holier-than-thou Paladins need not apply)
Of claws and totems
Fulfilling any aspect
We are the hybrids
/snap /snap /snap /snap /snap
- Uncalled-for Righteous Indignation (check)
- Maniacal Laughter (check)
- Pompous Arteeeeest Attitude (check)
What more damage can one Druid do in a day? How does inflicting my insanity on others?
I’m callin’ y’all out! High Noon in the Dalaran Promenade!
—- and come alone.