3 35 Stranded
3 35 Stranded When Murlocs Attack, Elwynn Forest Grinding My Gears Vacation. Hundreds and hundreds of miles away from the city. Standing on the edge of a lake. Casting a rod into the water and hearing the ploop as the hook hits the surface. I wait a moment, and then slowly reel it in. Theres no rush. No schedule to keep or appointments to make. In the distance, a loon warbles. I glance up, and give a nod to the old man for taking me out here. Dads not in sight. I glance around. Maybe hes gone back to the truck for more bait? The sounds of the loon grow louder, they distort. Still no sign of the old man. Where is he? God, what is with those loons? It sounds like they are being murdered, choked to death, drowned. My kids call out for help, call out my name. I hear gurgling and choking sounds and drop my rod, trying to cover my ears. The noise deafens me. Panic sets in. Im not hearing loons. The murlocs are upon me. --- "Dad...DAD! Your phone?" I woke up in a waiting room. The l...