I was alone. In a remote snowy corner of the world doing the good work of murdering human beings in order to save the lives of innocent, helpless caribou when a lone rider approached me. I readied my axe, anticipating a battle.
Instead, as he approached he offered the universal sign of peace in Northrend – he waved.
And without a word dropped a letter at my feet, turned his horse around and vanished into the distance. I picked up the letter, wrapped in a thick envelope, and opened it up.
It bore the seal of Governor Rod Blagojevich.
Dear Sylvio,
Your work against the f______ human filth known as the "Nesingwary Hunters" is well known, and appreciated. In addition, your work to assist the Cenarion Circle in its f______ awesome crusade against global warming has also turned the heads of some pretty f______ important and powerful people. Like myself.
As you undoubtedly know, Barack Obama (f___ him) has been elected President of the United States. This is an enormous relief for me personally, because now he will never run against me for Governor of Illinois. This represents a truly transcendent victory for me. His victory has invoked my sacred duty to capitalize on the opportunity to appoint his replacement. I have received extremely lucrative offers from many possible candidates. Including a young up and comer known only as "Senate Candidate 5" whose father once expressed the desire to cut off the n___ of Obama on national TV. F______ funny I know!
In addition to many offers coming into my office, I have sought out many viable candidates and expressed my desire to f______ monetize this senate seat. You are one of those candidates. However, before you will be fully considered for the senate seat, there are some tasks I need you to perform for me, and money I need you to f______ raise for me personally. I am in a dire financial situation right now, and I cannot afford to only be 'paid' with f______ appreciation. Your cooperation in these tasks will help me to determine your f______ loyalty to me, and to the greater cause.
You will receive another message from me shortly.
Yours,
'Blago'
I stared at the letter for a long time. I re-read it over and over. At long last, my efforts in the war against people who hate animals and the planet was paying dividends. Finally my radical, impractical ideology was causing real, tangible, change. Change I believed in.
I wrapped the letter carefully in the envelope, and put it my bag.
As I started to summon my Deathcharger from the shadowy underworld I spotted another rider on the empty, winter plain. Just as the other rider did, this man approached me at a gallop, waved, and dropped a letter at my feet. I expected it to be the further correspondence from Blago.
But this letter bore the seal of Raum Emanuel.
Sylvio, Word has reached me that you have been contacted by Blago. Whatever he has offered, know this – we can match and exceed it. With the power of the Office of the President-elect we can offer you untold opportunity. In fact, we are prepared to offer you the position of Wildlife Health and Services Chairman-elect. Indeed, we have already appointed you to this position. Did you really think that your actions were part of some innate moral superiority that you possessed? If so, you are f_____ mistaken. You are a product of The One, and a pawn in his smooth hands. And so, a word of warning Mr. Chairman, the life we grant, is also the life we take.
Regards,
'Raumbo'
Chairman? I was skeptical. Did the department of Wildlife Health and Services really exist? It did now. And that is when I decided to play both Blago and Raumbo for fools.
I arrived in Dalaran in the early hours of dawn. The city was still asleep, with the exception of a few mindless vendors selling the evil-begotten animal skins and trinkets made of antler and bone. My blood curdled. I pulled the axe off my back and started to call upon the dead to rise from the ground and assist me in cleansing the filth and corruption I witnessed before me. But six elite Dalaran Fedayeen silently shook their heads. I put the weapon away, remembering the reason I had come to Dalaran in the first place, and cursed under my breath. The vendor was unfazed.
I climbed a long set of marble stairs, down a long, empty corridor, beyond more sets of guards until I finally reached the office of Patrick Fitzgerald.

He offered me a seat in one of his leather chairs. I scoffed. Certainly he knew of my crusade against animal destructionists. Instead, I stood. I told him I had something very valuable, and very important to give him, but that I would need something equally valuable in exchange.
"I'm listening"
"I have proof that Governor Rod Blagojevich is trying to sell the senate seat of the newly elected president Barack Obama. I also have proof that Raum Emanuel knows of Blago's plan."
"Go on."
I placed the letters on the ornate, ivory capped desk, and shuddered at the number of mammoths who perished to make this desk look nice. Fitzgerald examined the letters carefully, noting every detail. When he was finished I picked the letters up and put them back in my pocket.
"We have been following Blago for quite some time. We have an enormous amount of dirt on this man, but I will admit, these letters are impressive. What is it that you want?"
I stared coldly back at Fitzgerald and waited. I did not move. I did not blink. I waited patiently for him to squirm under the lifeless gaze of a Death Knight. And then, I quietly whispered my request.
"I want the senate seat."
Fitzgerald was visibly surprised.
"Isn't that what Blago has offered you?"
"He wants me to buy it, to perform acts of treason for it. He wants me to be his pawn. I am a Death Knight, and I am no man's pawn."
"But what of Raumbo"
"I am giving you the opportunity to take everyone down. Blago will go to jail and Emanuel will resign as Chief of Staff-elect in disgrace. The One won't be implicated. Our world needs a man of his vision, of his caliber. We need a man who understands that climate change and hunting are the greatest threat in our war against the Scourge."
"What makes you think I can get you the senate seat?"
Just get these men out the way, I will take care of the rest.
"And if I don't?"
I held my axe in both hands, its cold steel was stained in the blood of countless enemies.
"Let's hope I never have to answer that question."
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