I have a confession to make: I've been running around Pandaria, listening in on your deepest secrets. No -- really. You see, in the midst of my inscription research one day, I made a glyph of confession. And I couldn't resist the temptation of learning it myself instead of just making a few and selling them for profit.
The first player I targeted and cast the spell of confession upon told me: "I go into dungeons not to make Azeroth a better place, but just for loot."
Just as I'd expected! My fellow adventurers weren't really in it just for the thrill of adventure. I KNEW IT!
Inspired to learn more secrets, I targeted more adventurers standing around int he tavern. That mage in the flashy dress nursing a beer? They said: "I really wasn't prepared. Who knew?"
Ha! You probably mooched a ton of fish feasts off those of us who *were* prepared, missy!
That other shadow priest though, they were the one I really wanted to find out more about. Casually, I shifted out of shadow form for a moment and stopped to talk to the bartender. Then, when I was sure they weren't paying any attention to little gnomey me, I cast the spell and learned: "I have stood in the fire."
Woah. Really? You just..stood there? For shame! You could have at least dispersed! Bah!
I stood there pondering this for a moment, when out of nowhere I saw myself saying "I never use the lightwell."
Quickly glancing around, I looked for that sneaky shadowpriest. And sure enough, he was targeting me. Beaten at my own game by a fellow shadow priest! Oh, the humanity!
This post inspired by the most recent Blog Azeroth Shared Topic.