Ah, it's been quite the month. Azgalor died, the Shade of Akama bit the dust, Archimonde wipeage has started in full force and the collective gathered in what can only be described as a real life version of Orgrimmar, complete with campfires (or should I say Azfires) and a drunk Morbo mispronouncing every word.

Many thanks to all who came for trashing my place, and here's to the next meeting at Sairud's or Mini's place - dibs on a bed far away from where Dari sleeps!