Tales from the Dungeon
My flatmate just staggered into my room, hair unkempt, face haggard, eyes bloodshot, hands trembling and looking clearly disorientated. He paused for a moment, trying to gain his bearings. “Do you know what time I played Warcraft last night??”
Turns out he had signed up to do the Vancleef Quest and his party of 5 were seriously out of their depth for it. It took them over 3 hours and countless deaths before they finally staggered out of the instance dungeon, battered and weary, at 8am. Dave was also doing the quest with a friend who was also in Sydney, and when they were walking along a narrow bridge, his friend fell asleep at the keyboard, resulting in his character running off the bridge and falling into the water below.
2:30pm (GMT +11.00) tomorrow 
