Okay… just… wow…

Breana and I were both away from the blogger’s chat room. I had a second to look back at the room while checking in freight and this is what I see:

TheStoppableForce: Hey hey hey hey hey.
TheStoppableForce: If ANYONE’S unnatural, it’s me.
TheStoppableForce: Game on.
Faulsey: Yabut that’s because your mother didn’t love you and you turned to dark forces.
TheStoppableForce: No that’s because the Lich King loved me.
TheStoppableForce: Specifically he loved me with sharp pointy things.
Llanion: Wooooow, not touching that one
TheStoppableForce: Then necromancy.
Faulsey: Which is why your mother didn’t love you!
Faulsey: I mean, it’s hard to love a ruined corpse.
TheStoppableForce: Cue the necrophiliac jokes.
Llanion: The possible slash fic here is frightening…
Faulsey: Not just any necrophiliac jokes, stop.
Faulsey: Oedipus styled necrophiliac jokes!
Nightravyn: /coming to a screeching halt and staring
Llanion: So would Arthas/Draenei DK be undead slashfic, or tentacle slashfic…?
Breana: wow
Nightravyn: o.O
Faulsey: Both.
Faulsey: Undead tentacle.
TheStoppableForce: oh great, the undead tentacle slashfic is what brings them both back
Breana: okay leaving chat for a bit until the talk of corpse sex has moved on
trizophenie: Wouldn’t that be Yogg/Draenei DK? The undead tentacle?
Faulsey: No, that would be tentacle on tentacle action.
Llanion: So wrong. So very wrong. *curls up in a little ball*
Faulsey: I’m expecting a full house of eye twitching here.
Faulsey: -pats Llanion gently… with a tentacle-