That is badass dude <3

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we gotta play a game 2gether lil gup

twizzies

So for the past 7 months, I’ve been in a beautiful, digital relationship with our raid healer. She always kept me alive in boss fights, whispered sweet things like “you pulled again, you absolute moron,” and called me her “brave little tank.”

Naturally, sparks flew. We started sending each other transmogs. We shared a garrison. I gave her full priority on loot — even over myself. Love makes you do wild things.

Eventually, I worked up the courage to ask if she wanted to meet IRL. That’s when she said, “Sure — by the way, I’m Greg.”

Greg is 42, lives in Ohio, and has a beard that could tank Mythic Razageth. Turns out Greg has been healing me through emotional AND magical damage this whole time.

We met up. Had a few beers. Talked about raid mechanics. He crit me with a hug.

Anyway, I’m still getting healed. We’re still raiding. And I think this might be the most stable relationship I’ve ever had.