Tiger - Venture Co.

I found these 2 books today... they were just lying around in some nelfs pocket, so i took them. The first one is suppose to be a steamy romance novel, but i found nothing steamy about it. Not even any eye juice sucking in it. Anyway, the other one has written "a rogues diary" on the cover, but all the pages inside are blank. So i thought, what the hell... ill start a diary like i used to do when i was...well alive.

Now I'm a part of Sylvanas' army... one of her soldiers, a so called forsaken. Long has it been since Ive tasted the food i put in whats left of my mouth and the only thing i smell today is fear. And the Alliance reek of fear. I don't mourn my own death, hell ill die again before being a part of the human race. I even forgot how to speak the human language. The only time i think about it is when i go to bed. I don't really need to sleep, i guess its just an old habit. But when i lie there in some bed in a lousy Inn, i miss the flesh on my hips that made it soft to lie down. But as i said... i don't think much about it. Ive been like this for so long i don't even remember how old i am anymore.

Only thing i think about is serving Sylvanas and getting more alliance blood and there's plenty of it out there. Oh and of course there's the men... unfortunately the undead males don't have any eyeballs which i like so much. Maybe this fascination of eyes is caused by the fact that i lost my own. I have one eye patch but it wouldn't make any difference if i had two on. Would look rather silly though i suppose.

Daggers used to be my favourite weapon cause i was able to move fast with them. But i got tired of the backstapping cause when i kill an ally i wanna see the fear in their eyes. So swords it is these days... i call the right one Sylvanas and the left one Thrall. I never had any children or pets, so these are my babies now.

Well nothing unusual happened today... i got new boots but as usual my pointy toes ruined them as i put them on... so i guess they fit the rest of my outfit now. Not like I'm gonna participate in some lame beauty contest anyway. This way it will at least hurt more when i kick those puny humans.

Now I'm gonna go drink away whats left of my liver and see if i can start a bar fight. Yarr!

/Mijo