I got an old Orc in Thrallmar to instruct me in the ways of the smith, and I do declare I have never looked clumsier since the first time I tried to ride a battle Worg. All of my early metal plates are horribly dented and scarred and most look like something a Fel Orc would build his house out of. That is to say, they look like dung, if metal was excrement.
I hate outlands.
The red dust gets everywhere, and if you ever try to get something out of your eye (chances are it's red dust to begin with) soon you end up frantically looking for clean water (HAH!) to get the dust out as well as the original irritant.
I hate irritants.
The blood elves spend enormous amounts of time preening themselves. We're under siege elf! Do you even know what siege means?! It means the Burning Legion, the legion of *Endless Demonic Hordes*, is coming to tear down our world one rock at a time! Brush your hair after we win!
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