What now my love, what now my precious?

And even as we enjoy the splendors of insta-travel, and even as we enjoy the wonders of NPCs-for-hire, and even as we bully our way through the Primary Quest Line many levels before the commoners … still we are blockaded by the pathing, and yet we are denied by conspiracy respawn.

Out of the jaws of the proverbial agony of defeat, we have snatched victory. Two seconds on the timer and three mobs beating our ass during the cinematic, I say “ka-boom!”

I hurt where I can’t feel, I feel where I can’t hurt.
I know where I can’t know, I bleed for me and mine.
Ka-boom, a rat-tat-tat, and some good ole bliss
Cause I’m a sister, and I’m a motherfuck.

Mary had a little lamb, her face was white, white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went, I was sure to go.

Now Mary’s got a problem, and Mary’s not a stupid girl.
Mary’s got some deep shit, and Mary does not forget.
And this is how Mary’s garden grows, and this is how Mary has her ghosts.

And into the eyes of the jackal I say “ka-boom!”

Now bow, nigger.

(Derviative of many … Smashing Pumpkins/Billy Corgan, Tolkien and that Ian “nigger” dude. Not that I ever met an Ian that used the word nigger. OMG, just saying.)