By the gods, I didn't mean for this to happen! I swear, I thought that the farmer was selling me seeds that would grow giant kale.
I only planted one, and then when I logged back in the next morning, I found this scene of devastation in the Halfhill market. Oh, the humanity! Oh, the many dead, who coincidentally include several merchants to whom I owed significant sums of gold, my ex-husband, and that skanky young elf that beat my daughter in the Little Miss Auberdine pageant five years ago! Now, if you'll excuse me, I find myself with a pressing need to grieve somewhere far away, outside the reach of the Pandarian police force and any extradition agreements. (Thanks to submitter Kathel
of Goldrinn [US-A] for the screenshot!)
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