I Have An Announcement To Make
This post isn’t actually about World of Warcraft.
Near Menethil, there are a number of kill quests where you must seek out crocolisks of different kinds, except there are never enough of a specific type for all the people who want to do the quest, and they become an almost mythical creature. The game takes place in a mythical context already, so we’re talking about truly nested levels of rarity. I made up a little song to sing about crocolisks and their valuable skins just to pass the time.
I sang all througout high school, not like in the halls or something but in classes explicitly designed for it. I know hundreds of songs from all time periods, sea shanties, concert choral arrangements of Shakespeare sonnets, barbershop, folk, hundreds of songs. But when I’m supposed to sing to our baby, a baby we are not certain can even hear yet, the only song that comes to mind is this crocolisk thing.
No doubt he is already desirous of that supple leather. I will ask him in December, when he emerges from my wife’s vagina.