The new HD Panda Mount for World of Warcraft appears to be exclusive to the CN version of the game, being part of a new promotion that also includes a range of other cosmetic rewards.
To all my fellow monk players who want to have an easier life in Pit of Saron, here is a macro that helps you free the target that the gargoyle is gripping with one button.
#showtooltip Tiger's Lust
/target Plungetalon Gargoyle
/cast [@targettarget] Tiger's Lust
/targetlasttarget
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
Brother, I have nothing but love for your content. I absolutely do not want anyone sending you messages like this. In this space we unfortunately get disturbing things sent to us. Doesn’t excuse it, but a reality nonetheless. However, those single messages from obviously disturbed individuals do not define a community, and they for sure don’t define the Destiny community. My issues are with certain individuals in Bungie at the top. Believe me, this week has cost me. I love Destiny, like you once did. I still remember doing Vow of the Disciple with you and man what a treat it was. Having a lore master walk me through every piece of that raid, explaining all the little things I had missed and never knew. You enriched the world of Destiny for us. And I’m just not ready to say goodbye to that world yet.
You just gotta give it to Encrid, my goat.
First, it was Esther, A Panther.
Then Shinar, A fairy.
Next Finn,......a human.
And Lauagarne, A FROG!
And now, Dunchabel, A beastman??!?
Man's not playing around.😂