3 49 Married to a Pillow The Fleshwerks, Icecrown Citadel The Experiment Ends Mature hovered on the back of his Ironbound Proto-Drake, several dozen feet above The Fleshwerks, an army of undead minions growling and clawing at each other in bloodlust with the scent of the fresh meat in close proximity. As I continued to scout for rares, my chat window turned purple as it received a whisper. "Hey Mature, can I borrow you for a sec?" It was one of my newer members, looking to squeeze into a regular raiding schedule. "Sure, whats up?" "Well, I tried to get into the Alt-25 tonight, just like you recommended, I mean. I have all my gear gemmed and enchanted and I know the fights. But I was told there wasnt any room." "Ah, that sucks. Did you get on a little late tonight? The invites usually start about 30 minutes prior." "See, thats the thing, I was on 30 minutes earlier, like you said." "...and Bloody told you there was no room?"...