Another file for my hunter's Zombification Journal:
Ambassador Shirkirakira's Journal
DO NOT READ OR I WILL SHOOT YOUR EYES OUT!
10/24/08 11 P.M. ish.
I was trick or treating in Stormwind when I happened upon a huge, disgusting glowing roach. Yuck! No way could I let the little bugger live. I shot it down with an arrow and eeewww! Was that ever a juicy one! It sprayed bug guts all over me.
I felt the familiar tingling that I had experienced before, the same sensation I had when I was zombie attacked at Stormwind's mage portal. I knew it was coming soon...that prickling, tingling sensation of my flesh slowing dying and my tummy rumbling. I knew it...soon I would be a zombie again.
Who would I eat first? Those annoying kids running around Stormwind fighting over a stupid doll? Maybe I should hunt down the annoying guy in the Trade Chat talking about mythical political figures and some election from another universe. Whoever it was, it had to be someone of my own faction. Decisions, decisions.
And then, I heard him, hawking his "wares" in the Trade Channel. A weak human, with an unpronounceable name, selling Azerothian gold for some otherworldly currency, called "dollars". That's it. That guy had to die. I turned on my Humanoid Tracking sense, and prayed I could find him before the change had taken hold. "Infected people, do not cleanse yourselves!" I yelled in Stormwind. "Sacrifice yourselves...become a zombie, and eat that GOLD SELLER!" I found him. "He's standing in front of the Stormwind Enterance!"
Soon I found about ten other glowingly green infected people standing around the gold seller. Hurry up, and change already body! I want to become a zombie so I can eat his brain! We waited around the gold seller. "I've brought ketchup!" I told everyone with a grin.