So there I was, wandering around Second Life, minding my own business when an Elf leaped out of the bushes and ordered me to stop. I decided to do what I always do when I encounter Elves, never trust them! Unfortunately this Elf was far more cunning than I expected.
He invited me to a party, fed me copious amounts of food and a strange liquid. Initially everything was fine, I felt rather merry and many more Elves arrived. We danced, they sang, I forgot my suspicions and then awoke, my memory mysteriously erased.
“Where am I?” I pondered.
“Azeroth, land of people with yellow exclamation marks above their head“, came the reply, from someone who identified as a Rogue.
“Noooooo” I cried, “This can’t be happening, how will I ever get home?”
“Hearthstone?” suggested the Rogue. Unfortunately that just returned me to a strange location with lots of odd looking characters.
