I'm not doing so good at the moment. The wound is festering, and it keeps breaking open. I can't get the bleeding to stop, and I grow weaker every day. I don't know how much longer I can hold out before the infection overtakes me and I succumb to utter madness and despair... :(

(Wow)

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I should update you all on what's been going on with me since we last chatted. I've been having a difficult time in general. The Plague Bearers have been a constant background threat in my life for the past week or so. Every night they attempt to beat down my door - I still don't understand why they haven't tried the windows yet, but I've boarded them up just the same in case they figure it out. :P

I've been a LOT more attentive when I've been working late after my near miss at the hardware store. I've noticed quite a few suspicious looking characters shuffling around muttering about Night Elves and flowers and other such things. Once the low moan starts and the chanting begins, I've made my escape as rapidly as possible. And so far that has done me pretty well.

(is)

I've been paying attention to the people I chat with online. After that incident with Cantal, I've been a lil' more careful about the company I keep. From time to time I've had chat requests from people with names which have sounded a bit suspicious - such as "Silverbloom", and "Zhacanthas", and even "Silverleaf". There seems to be some obsession with flora and precious metals that I don't understand. In any case, I've avoided them in case they try and infect me via the 'Net. Now, I thought that taking such precautions would be enough to keep me safe from the Plague. Sadly, I was wrong. :(

A couple of days back, in a First Aid course I was running, one of my participants started behaving strangely. Just after lunch (during the daylight hours, which dulled my suspicions) I noticed one of them hugging themselves and rocking back and forth, muttering something under their breath. Now, I was a lil' concerned about this young man, as he had seemed distracted and unfocussed the entire morning. He was pale and sweaty, and I was beginning to think he could be quite unwell. As I approached, I could barely hear his mutterings but was more concerned for his wellbeing as I approached and put a hand on his shoulder to speak to him. Mistake.

(wow)

At this close distance, I could finally make out his words - "WoW is wow", "WoW is wow" - over and over again. To my horror, I realised They had evolved again and were now capable of moving around in daylight. I discovered this to my cost however, as this young man lashed out at me with a snarl, catching my hand with his "talons" (another evolution?) and causing me a nasty wound. Now, at the time I made a trip to the First Aid room to clean it up and apply a bandage. By the time I had returned, the man had disappeared - prolly off home to satisfy the urges of the Plague, I suspect.

I continued on during the day, but began to feel progressively unwell. Over the past couple of days, I've gotten worse. The wound won't heal - some fell magics, I suspect. I have the shakes almost constantly, and find it difficult to concentrate for long periods of time. My vision has become blurry the past day or so, and the light hurts my eyes. I have found it difficult to sleep at night, and have an increasing urge to sit in front of my 'puter more and more often. Recently, I have noticed that every time I switch it on and connect to the 'Net, some Broadband company is trying to connect me up and I'm actually considering it. I blacked out yesterday for a period of time and when I came to again, I was standing in a Game store. Where I was standing was what concerned me, as I found myself with my hand resting comfortably on a copy of World of Warcraft.

(WoW)

I know how to stop the Plague, but I have not the skills. All I have to do is take down EVERY World of Warcraft server on Earth. I might manage one or two before I succumb, but I think it will be too little too late. If only I had more support, perhaps I could manage this. I don't fancy my chances at this task, as for each moment I delay I feel less and less inclined to put my plan into action. The work of the Azeroth Plague on my mind?

(is)

I don't know how much longer I can survive this - I can FEEL the Plague spreading through my body. Soon I will be a mindless slave to it's evil and no longer the man I once was. I'm frightened... What if I black out again? What horrors will I inflict on humanity? I can't go to sleep - I might not wake up...

(WOW)

Somebody?

Help...

me?