Armed to teeth by GCAA (Gnomish Copyright Association of Azeroth) and our most filthy rich, gree... err, I mean, our indispensable and ever so generous artists consortiums, <tontut> ventured last week to finally meet up with Professor Putricide, to blackma... err... NEGOTIATE with him for proper compensations from his clear copyright infringements.

Needless to say, dear Professor was less than happy to see 25 GCAA agents knocking on his door, and instead of friendly negotiations, he charged us, completely without any provokating I assure you, and started throwing us with bottles of Lich King only knows what.

As law abiding, honest citizens we felt that it's <tontut>'s duty to bring down this madman and his weapons of mass destruction.

<tontut> decided to take a small vacation from all the work at Icecrown Citadel, and headed to the famous Argent Crusade Coliseum to watch some brawling on the arena!

Outside, we met a gnomish, bit suspicious looking guy who promised to get us straight past the waiting lines to the best seats in the house. We gathered to think about it a sec and decided it would be worth it, seeing there were hundreds if not thousands of people in the queue before us.
That, dear readers, was a mistake. We should have known, considering he was a gnome after all, that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Instead of best seats in the house, we found ourselves in the middle of arena with crowds cheering and Fordring already announcing that we're about to fight the monsterous menagerie of Icecrown!

Needless to say, despite being unprepared, these so called monsters actually did feel like a vacation, and despite having some issues with people getting their sunblocks on and exotic drinks all at the wrong times, we ended up beating our old records.

After last nights tourist groups had finally gotten their souvenirs and returned to their homes, <tontut> could finally return to Icecrown Citadel to meet up with Rotface and talk about his severe slime addiction.

After gathering up and meeting the already familiar val'kyr with a bad tendency of making evil clones of us, we found out that Rotface for sure hadn't wasted time, and had already gotten a new puppy!

Unsurprisingly, him being stiched together from corpses and all, Rotface had again forgotten to feed him and left him stray to the corridors of the Upper Spire, so <tontut> had little choice but to but the new puppy to forever sleep.

When we finally found our way to Rotface, he was more than willing patient to be treated by our assorted group of psychiatrists - too bad everyone knows that having more than one doctor to treat a patient is never a good idea, so we had to call a quick thinktank to decide on who treats which symptom and whatnot.

Luckily, everyone being a better shrink than the next, this thinktank proved effective quickly and <tontut> managed to cure Rotface not only from his slime addiction, but also from this strange, widespread and deadly disease called 'life'

At last! Finally tonight the <tontut> raid with undercover DoP reporter ventured higher up the spire, thanks to Bronzebeards locksmiths being able to open the door for us after weeks of work.

After being first properly sanitazed by the steam showers, we could enter the suspiciously familiar laboratory of Professor Hubert J. Farnswor.. I mean, Professor Putricide. We swiftly cleared our way through guts and corpses and strangely familiar looking ghosts to his grand entrance only to find Festergut's and Rotface's pets, Stinky and Precious, being carelessly left without proper care, time to call Stormwind Pet Center to pick them up!

After SPC hung up the phone on us after hearing they'd need to pick the pets up from the Icecrown Citadel, <tontut> had no choice but to take matters into our own hands and put the puppies to sleep.

After dealing with the critters, we ventured to meet the famous Festergut we had been hearing about, and let me tell you - those rumors are NOT made up, this guy has some serious digestion and gas problems! Not to worry, doctor <tontut> is in the house! Just one quick and messy surgery later, Festergut was relieved from his problems, epics and to our great joy, his life, as the side effect.

We were going to meet up with Rotface aswell, but Icecrown Citadel rush hours made a surprise attack from behind on us and we had to call it a day earlier than planned.