The Carnival Festival was scheduled to last two weeks, an entire fourteen days of celebration, yet just the morning of the first day had already been heart-stoppingly intense.
The stage play we just witnessed was simply too horrifying, the heroes of Azeroth were incredibly terrifying.
Walking down the street, I recalled the dodgy production we just endured; I'm still occasionally breaking out in cold sweats, especially when thinking about the sobbing Andersen and the Grimm Brothers: truly, those guys had faced a real tragedy.
Without lifting a finger, their daughter had escalated from a self-annihilating family to a national war criminal.
