Monking Nightmare at Sorrows Furnace

April 12th 2007, thumbleweed rolls past in Warcamp International Districts… Suddenly, out of nowhere, appear 4 monks…
They already knew this day wouldn’t be like any other day. The ground starts to rumble, a bunch of warriors and assassin storm Warcamp, one yelling “Leeeeeeeeeroy Jenkinssssss!”. The monks sigh, they join up with the ruthless savages, knowing this won’t be fun, but one hell of a training, like a test. Unlike any other organised group, these savages seem to have no fear of big groups of enemies, nor they take the blame if they die, all responsibility lies with the monks. Screams and shouts on the battlefield, like “n00b!”, “Heal me!” and even flames to the monks (”n00b monk, heal me!”). Even dead these warriors seem to be annoying and arrogant (”omg N00b monk, you ain’t healin, fss, rez me 11!!1!!1!”). Even though, these monks chose to do this, knowing this would happen…

Happy monking! >-^_^-