Going To Hell...Who's Coming With Me?

Because Warlords of Draenor has been a crap expansion that broke several core elements of the game that I enjoyed (crafting, you fuckers) in the name of "level cap as fast as humanly possibly and go raid and don't you dare do anything else". *ahem* But they didn't ruin Brewfest, and so darthneko and I resubbed for a month so that we could race rams and throw beer steins at dwarves and get Brewfest clothes for all our low level characters.

And then, yesterday, we successfully got our last few characters their clothes, and took them, one by one, to a quiet spot by the path up to Ironforge.

Screencaps followed. So many, many screencaps.

And then my lovely wife spent tonight doing this:( cut for image )
You can also go see the image on Deviant Art here. For the record, I had to feed Hardwire something like 30 Alterac brandies from my Alterac brewpup before we finally got him to puke.

As you may know, I dragged darthneko into playing World of Warcraft with me when Mists of Pandaria came out. We have plot bunnies; we have headcanon. Oh GODS do we have headcanon.

This...is only part of our headcanon in the most irreverent sense.

( So first, the convo: )

( And now, the fic. )

If you have encountered the Students of Chi-Ji (or planted melons to suck up to the August Celestials) you know exactly what we're talking about, don't pretend you don't.