It began a few days ago when I picked up a temporal disturbance emanating from the present day. The patterns where typical of mortals manipulating time for their own personal gain, so I thought this would be a small task and went to investigate. I began following the trail but I couldn’t quite pin-point its physical location. No matter where I would go I was still very far away – at least continents away. Finally, I realized what was happening – the disturbance wasn’t even on Azeroth. Someone was messing with time on a distant planet, one I couldn’t find through my simple instruments. I finally asked Chronormu for a permission to use the Keepers’ Lab to trace the disturbance more delicately. Only there I found that the world where it was happening was almost on the edge of our galaxy – and it was an uncharted world Azeroth knows nothing about.
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Have you ever heard of butterfly effect? It comes from that saying that a single flap of wings of a butterfly can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world. In other words, one tiny thing can have giant repercussions for the entire world. While every decision everyone makes has the potential to cause such effect, most people do not worry about it, nor should they. If everyone was worried about global repercussions of the breakfast they ate this day, nothing would ever get done. But we time-travelers must think about it all the time. When you do something in the present and it changes the world, it’s the natural course of things. But if you go back in time and sneeze, infecting an ancient person with a disease innocuous to you but lethal to him, you prevent all his future children from existing, and all of their children, and so on, changing the entire course of history. An already established history from which you came.
This is Tarakan. My brother told me to write something here to make sure I’m still alive. Yeah, I keep wandering off, I’m a hunter. He keeps getting worried if something happens to me. Look, brother, I’m nearly 70 years old, if I survived in the wild for so long, I’m not going to die now. Unless some crazy goblin takes me for poultry. That is not going to happen, okay?
I’m in this Duskwood now, sleeping in a tent in the north-western corner. I had to fight off some grave robbers. No, I’m fine. I didn’t disappear either. What is that alternate timeline nonsense anyway? Like I’m gonna believe you killed Kel’thuzad. Are you sure you took all your meds, Ver?
There are actual people reading this, right? Verroak is kinda crazy. When he was younger he got into some Old God cult stuff. He was never the same after that. Now he’s talking about some kind of “bikers”, tanks, star sectors… It makes no sense at all to me. Of course, the magic he actually uses doesn’t make much sense either, but… Look, I don’t know. This stuff is beyond crazy. He is actually friends with a pacifist ogre, and I didn’t even know these exist, so yeah… Maybe it did happen, at least in part.
I’m rambling on. I’m fine, I’m as healthy as a sexagenarian can be. I’m in no immediate danger. Can I stop talking now?