Back in 2001 when my top end raiding guild woke the sleeper, I led the charge on my BIS warrior. Because of the intensity of the fighting and constant pulling, along with the taunt button I had to constantly mash to pull the sleeper off of my cleric guild mates, I was unable to leave my computer for a solid 12 hours. I've done a lot of high end raiding in my days, but this pushed my earthly body to the max. At a certain point, I was forced to remove my sock and place it directly to my sphincter and unload the previous days pizza pocket and frosted flakes.
All these years I have kept that sock, unwashed, in a Tupperware container. Sometimes, when the mood is right, and I find myself passing by the sleepers tomb, I crack the lid on the container and dream of the old days almost forgotten in time. Were it not for that smell, I'd probably have lost one of the greatest memories I have.
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