Well, we postponed it for as long as we could but in the end resistance was futile. And so we say goodbye to our humble origins on The Venture Co and eagerly ponder what exactly Defias can offer us.

Are Defias street corners more richly adorned than Venture Co ones? Are the brawls in the streets more vivid? Are the hills more peaky and the women more perky? Is the progression as knife-edged?

We will find out soon, I suppose. And if we get enough recruits, we might even see Madness heroic before the pandas finally invade.

We wish everyone a happy holiday season! And remember...

He was born to die for your sins! Everyone will enjoy that!

Ladies and gentlemen, an X-mas poem brought to you by our lovely Tallula.

Twas the week before Christmas and all through the zones
The creatures were silent and somewhat alone.
The bosses were sighing and dragging their heels
In hopes that the Helkpii would show up for KEEEEEEELS.

The GMs were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Ghostcrawler danced in their heads.
And Deathwing in his festive Red Winter cap
Had settled his brain for a long winter’s nap.

When in through the portal there arose such a clatter
He opened one eye to see what was the matter.
He circled the Temple and angrily scoured
For culprits who surely would soon be devoured.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wandering eyes should appear,
But a small group of Helkpii in full transmogged gere!

With a brightly-dressed leader, so shiny and pink,
He knew they were here just to kick up a stink.
He listened intently to rallying calls
Of Sanlacus Bumlord; he sure had some balls.

“Now, Helkpo! Now, Lassy! Now Ace, Ly, Suliya!
On, Kharen! On, Kettle! On Elli, Mailiah!
To the dragonkin run, to the clouds we must fly!
Now dash away! Dash away! Run now, Helkpii!”

They soon all charged forwards to meet with the beast
But not before nomming a Magnifique feast.
So scaling the Temple, the dragons they flew
To a mighty Horde airship with a scary view.

Now Deathwing, still circling, heard flutters above
Of parachute cloaks and by now had enough.
His turkey was roasting and presents all wrapped.
Now Christmas was ruined by this raiding crap?

The Helkpii assembled and tickled his spine.
Poor Deathwing just wanted a nice warm mulled wine.
He rolled and he flailed and his anger returned…
If he’d just turn his neck then those Helkpii would burn.

But viciously, cruelly, they tore off his armour.
"I burned Stormwind City, so what's all the drama?!
I brought you new dungeons, made questing fun too!
I'm surely nothing but a hero to you?!"

The Helkpii felt bad. They halted their blows.
They pushed slowly forwards and clung to his nose.
They readied their 'sorry's, gazed into his eyes.
Deathwing took the Helkpii by total surprise.

Tis Christmas day now, with the turkey all gone.
The fire is lit and the TV is on.
Deathwing admires as the brandy-smell lingers
The Helkpii-shaped ring on each of his fingers.

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TALENTS REMADE
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NEW CLASS MONK-FU
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CHALLENGE DUNGEONS
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FREE DIABLO
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World of pokécraft, oh sweet pokémans!

Anyone else excited? :D