Saturday, Oct. 22 Like many of my fellow WoW Insider writers, I start to feel a slight tickle at the back of my throat. The BlizzCon Flu! As the day wears on, my skin starts feeling itchy and, in some select areas, starts to fall off. I consider calling my primary care physician on return to Boston.
Sunday, Oct. 23 For some reason, a trip to Jack in the Box doesn't seem to sate my appetite. Shortly after leaving the restaurant, I throw Basil Berntsen down to the ground, crack his skull open, and start feasting on his delicious brains. It has nothing to do with me wanting to steal the rest of his Gold Capped columns from him, I swear.
Monday, Oct. 24 New editor-in-chief Alex Ziebart makes an executive decision to lock me in a closet "for my own safety."
Tuesday, Oct. 25 Fellow WoW Insider writer Tyler Caraway is shoved into the closet with me. My first instinct is to eat him, so that's what I do. I remain hungry immediately after, as his body carries on it absolutely no meat nor nutritional value.
Wednesday, Oct. 26 Apparently, the BlizzCon Flu has gone full-on epidemic in Anaheim. I hear the Haunted Mansion attraction at Disneyland is finally entertaining, if not slightly inappropriate for children under the age of 13 (on account of the surprisingly realistic murdering and blood and brain eating, you understand).
Thursday, Oct. 27 Apparently, Taylor Lautner has been here in the closet this whole time! Being hungry, I eat him.
Friday, Oct. 28 Since I haven't heard from Alex in a while, I shamble out of the poorly barricaded closet. My moisturizer seems ill-equipped to handle the level of dryness my skin has succumbed to -- it's still falling off in chunks. My ability to solve simple puzzles and think rationally seems strangely impaired, if not gone entirely. Sadly, the only thing my quickly decomposing brain is still able to handle is ... compiling What aRe yoU Playing.