Always wanted to write something for the World of Warcraft, has been unable to write. Like a friend said, something deep bone marrow, only it can be felt but not explained. Tonight is the final preparation of Warcraft write to
me, because heart needs a sustenance, and World of Warcraft is my most pure years.
The first time from the three areas of human beta FS start, first I was a friend with a tangle of Warcraft from the road. At first even I do not understand the basic operations, wow gold
no friend of the accused to suffer less., And here I Remember the only one called "every day like you" friend. He never complains I do not know. but patience to teach me,, remember him the first horse to get me. I happily rode until Race
At that time the years, that is sleeping, World of Warcraft. Sleep Warcraft, even to eat like a waste of time, to wait for them to have to get up from sitting at a computer next to the play. There is no time to think about other
things and thought, there is no want to care about anything.
All heart, that feeling into my life .. in the area because the number five stolen, my friends and I turn to play five areas. BL began my career until now ... .. with the leveling from the lower together killed LM. I like behind
them. it felt assured that that is not afraid. to such a dead forever in MS with a troll hunter, like the back of the baby as he is ... and later met a few schools friends, the team more and grow strong. I remember 40, because no money is the new
number., they all scrape together some money to me, let me ride the beautiful dead horse.
To 60, no interest in the equipment, I started playing skills, this time with two friends always accompany me. "Righteousness of Heaven and Earth" Every time I send my bait fishing, cooking in my practice to help me
fight meat, in my practice to help me when Shaguai dial skin. In my trumpet while practicing the task with me, with me in the rain at sea at the sky, the Christmas fireworks display with me, too much of the past, in that simple occurrence of a
particular scenario, is so people miss /. like the reality of Big Brother, meet my girls all the unruly willfulness requirement, the other a "son of Ooka knife" in my first number is stolen time for me to buy equipment., but had anger in
the middle of the night I went to apologize QQ fine. There I played with "no blood", "hunting demons." The complete hunter, no more feeling unable to speak Perhaps only people who have been obsessed with this feeling
Too many friends and do not fill up during that day and night without the years. I remember sometimes upstairs will say: FS flew down. Sometimes a meal will say: to set the bread. Walking in the crowd would say a fear of walking
in the sun .. the campus, will find themselves as the dead are walking in Ironforge ...
When the number one stolen. Friends, and dissipated, graduated from mixed society. Play with the numbers will lose the feeling of the past. But still find no less than give up, wow gold
kaufen maybe World of Warcraft for me has become a complex, has become representative of that period of years alone, maybe not so simple life no longer so invested so serious to enjoy a combination of virtual and reality.
Opened outside the domain, open 70, and now I have become the blood elves MS. Just a lot less close friends, so I followed a previous name, but you can smile and laugh that period of serious cry for a commemoration of the years
Life has not see the hypocrisy of the real, after the empty laugh, cry no tears when, sitting in the high friends suddenly full of feeling lonely, never be brought back once the real sense of fulfilling my World of Warcraft,
Maybe I really will always be with you.
The passage of a life marked the end of a mood. Perhaps it's reluctantly just let them go, but there is no alternative.
Mood Ougan and hair, but I am a small woman's feelings, express themselves get out of a relief to wish every player happy. To find that she has fun.