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A PIECE OF RECOGNITION, CHE MI

I go again. Again and again and again. should be used but no, I used to.
This time it was with a new friend or co-worker or colleague, put it the name you want, today are so mixed ...
months ago and we talked and shared work projects. She knows who I am and how am. And suddenly I said, "but you do not you spend so bad, right? Not had problems ..." Noooooooo !!!!! ¡¡¡¡¡

I always pipícucú, was great not hearing a shit in adolescence, you do not know how many friends you had! Nooooooooo ... why I'm going to go wrong, always trying to fit in, or at least not to attract attention, to be invisible. Always frustrated, always wanting more without power.

métanselo Know this everyone and head right to fight no more with the rest of mankind: If you have made Herculean efforts to adapt to their environment, survive, overcome, and on top have done: Are no longer disabled! Alleluia! Alleluia! Hearing loss disappears if the other does not notice! Deafness ceases to exist if we show that we are deaf!

shit! Such a long effort, years, therapies, pills, headphones, batteries, more therapy, lip reading classes ... So many hours studying more than other classes because we do not hear ... So many disappointments ... So many frustrations (I did not get work, studios could not do, friends who were not) ... So many focus on what you said the other, her lips, her body language ... So many hours of my life trying to put words in every hole of every conversation ... So many plays, movies Tv, conferences, lectures, concerts, etc, etc, to which I could not go and enjoy ... All so very much ... OTHER AND I DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE!!

least tell me I'm wonderful and amazing to have achieved what we did and not that of ... "You did not have problems ..."

that bore him!

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WoWeces: Revenge of Thrall (III)

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Eleven fighters survived the battle. We were few, but we were very subjective, and our redoubled force when we saw a ship docked at the port of Rut'theran, a ship carrying a shield and Gonfalone with the colors of the Draenei. That ship was headed to the Exodar, the Draenei capital in the world of Azeroth.



The Exodar, the starship of alien race known as Draenei, and crashed on Azuremyst Island, was the residence of the Prophet Velen, the leader of the Draenei on Earth. Atestaríamos to him our final blow before retreating back to Orgrimmar, where he would receive a hero's welcome.

The Exodar is a city with few inhabitants, and our raid was not too expensive, as are just guards. Easily reach the room where the Prophet Velen seemed to be waiting.



muttered some magic words to summon a shield of light. This managed to elude our attacks for a few minutes, took time to invoke some guards that we put him difficult. Due to the extra effort, our healers were left without power, and we had to continue the fight without being able to heal our wounds. Destroyed the guards and got to break through the shield of light.



then did something extraordinary Velen unexpected: he sat on the floor. Although we were all perplexed by the action, one of our warriors raised his massive Tauren ax, ready to fall on the prophet's head. If preparing a powerful spell, or if he tried to surrender, will never know, because the ax was terribly accurate Tauren and Draenei leader left completely disfigured.



discovered a young Draenei priest, hidden behind a pillar, looking terrified butchery. I made a sign to the novice to flee. Draenei lad was too young to ever having tasted the lips of a woman and, moreover, would serve to to spread the news that the merciless Horde Velen had ended, the prophet. The Alliance would fear us even more after a frightened novice exaggerate the history of our conquest, through the imagination out of proportion with the boys of his age.

filthy and bloodied, the powerful fighters of the Horde we headed towards the coast. Our witches had died, so we should make the journey back to the city of Orgrimmar horse without invocaciones.Reímos and joked all the way, happy and optimistic, fantasizing about the triumphant welcome we would receive in Orgrimmar for having avenged our leader Thrall. There was still alive one of the four leaders of the Alliance: the dwarf Magni Bronzebeard. However, we had done enough damage for the moment, and that would be another story.



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Em ... No, I think I prefer to resurrect it later. I prefer to let those thirty harpies keep picking my body instead of me.

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WoWeces: Revenge of Thrall (II)


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Between cheers and roars, the soldiers ran into the square main city, killing anyone who stood in his way. For a complete victory, decided to head towards the main gate of Stormwind, where they used to meet the fighters of the Alliance of the highest level, to stop them in their own land ...

Big mistake.



Although swollen with pride and fierceness, we were weakened by the recent battle, and the human paladins stopped our attack. Some managed to flee and hide in the dense forest of Elwynn, but most perished.

Demoralized and exhausted, the rest decided it would be better to leave at the moment. However, instead of going back to Orgrimmar, we chose to travel to the elven city of Darnassus, on the island of Teldrassil. We killed the King Varian Wrynn, humans would soon send envoys to other cities of the Alliance for reinforcements. It was time to attack, before the Night Elves learned of the attack, bringing together enough soldiers to stand toe.

Luckily, we had witches in our ranks. Sorcerers have the ability to create dimensional doorways by which whole armies to move quickly. The sorcerer, preferably escorted, have to travel to the area to be transported to the rest, and we did. Three of our riders faster escorted to our witches to the port of Auberdine, on the northern tip of Kalimdor, a long journey through the lands of the Alliance. Once in port, the sorcerers began to call those who were still alive in our army.



When we were sufficient, seized a ship and headed to the island of Teldrassil, home of the Night Elves. We did not find much resistance on the road. It was relatively easy to claw their way to Tyrande Whisperwind, the High Priestess of Darnassus.


Tyrande
The battle was fierce. The elf ran the arc skill, and many fell trying to catch up. Even at close range, decimated its magic to our hosts.



However, it soon fell apart and got no power to cast more spells, so it was only a matter of time before falling. And fell. After more than ten thousand years, the light in her eyes was extinguished. Elves death cry for a long time.



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