A heinous crime hath been committed! Not by the great business deity Blizzard itself and it's mighty council... But ourselves. Dalaran, yes... I remember those long summer days, the laughter of both Horde and Alliance alike drifting softly upon the midsummer breeze. The magneta paved streets, the great and elegant towers that breached the very heavens, the soft ambience and in contrast it's underground fight clubs where only the grittiest of Azeroth's warriors contested their strength and wits. This was truly a great city in the sky. I have many fond memories and have made many loyal friends of this great city. Were it not for Dalaran I would never have met likely my most loyal friend of them all, Bucknasty and TBI. Along with many horde friends like Sayianx... but I digress. What drove us away from our great city? Did we get caught up in the EVER so alluring musings of Stormwind/Orgimmar? NAY! We did what seemed convenient! We abandoned our great city in the sky, for what? The stench of the stagnant, green, sewer canals of Stormwind? The foul odor of Orgrimmar and it's unbathed Orc residents? My friends... There was once a great man by the name of George Jefferson...He too was under similar circumstances... so he moved on up to the east side, to a deluxe apartment in the sky! He finally got a piece of that pie... We are the 99%... the 99% who refuse to smell Orgrimmar, who refuse to AFK in the filthy sewage corridors of Stormwind. If you too have fond memories, and refuse to smell either of these cities... set your hearth to Dalaran. If not, there is a portal to your smelly Cataclysm to the right. Thank you.
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