Many of you will recognize the image to the right as none other than the Spine of Deathwing.
After doing a dozen or so pre-nerf pulls and reaching the third plate, we quickly came to the realization that we’d sooner castrate ourselves with a rusty icecream scoop than be subjected to this abortion of an encounter. It is little more than a glorified trash pull that requires almost a quarter of an hour to complete.
To that end, I’d like to offer my condescending congratulations to all you pathetic souls out there who raided over Christmas, New Years, and the Superbowl just so you could be bested by Koreans on what is undoubtedly the worst fight ever put into the game.
We’ve always known we were better than you, but now also know we’re smarter.


