Cheap perfume and cigarettes filled the air.

"Welcome Padre! can I get you some Doritos?" said a geek. The priest looked at the rows of PCs on cheap folding tables. He came to sway the masses of WoW players to a higher cause.

After a few attempts at preaching the Word to the WoW chapter, he realized he could only reach them online. He joined the alliance as a dwarf priest and opened a confessional at

The local Target, but it mainly attracted the soccer moms who felt guilty after they shoplifted a pack of gum or something. Clearly, there was more 2 life, thought the dwarf priest

The dwarf priest then sat and thought. If most of his doners had boring lives, it was surely ok that he spent their money making his own more interesting. With that, he decided

to take a small amount from the church's kitty. It wasn't the height of thievery but the dwarf priest still felt a tiny inkling of guilt. Then Gandolf the Grey entered the church a

nd, putting his hands on his hips, he pondered the redecorating job at hand. Should he go with ruby red for the pew seats or be adventurous and choose aqua? Gandolf sashayed to

the infection beats coming out of the sound system. Maybe he could even make it an underwater theme wedding. Was he being rash? On second thought, he'd better smoke something befor

e he came down with a nasty dose from the infection beats. Oh no! He wasn't BEING rash, he HAD a rash the shape of Upper Volta, pre-independance. He'd have to call the wedding off.

What was he going to tell his bride? This was a total disaster! But there had to be a way out of this mess.. He suddenly woke up to the ringing of his alarm clock.