World of Warcraft®

You're looking for a new job opportunity that will;

- Make you travel?
- Make you meet new people?
- Get you to work with various organizations?
- Get you better people skills?
- Net you a good income?

The Anytime Anywhere Messenger Service (AAMS) is what you're looking for! We have a longstanding record with both the Horde and the Alliance and are dedicated to the cause of peace! If you are a fast runner, have dabbled in politics, speak more than two languages or make wonders with office work, you're the new employee we seek!

The AAMS operates in a variety of fields; we are known for our translations for factions or guilds who wish to hold Horde-Alliance meetings, help and hold a wide variety of cross-faction events, give a hand with diplomatic issues, but most importantly is what makes us run; the deliveries we run for our many clients!

The AAMS stood up for peace between the Horde and the Alliance ever since its foundation; one of its cornerstones. We take pride in being one of the only neutral companies throughout Azeroth and keeping true to our creed. We work relentlessly towards making Azeroth a better place for everyone; "Anytime, Anywhere".

Consider joining us? Meet us today! (( aams.guildportal.com ))

(( If you're interested in joining us, feel free to contact Andelia/Akiae on Horde side or Aeldgyth/Suni on Alliance side! ))

I BIN TRYIN' MON!

Every dam time I comes into de Ogrimmar commons, I looks up de offices, but dere ain't nobody no never dere mon! It be gettin so bad dat I'm a t'inkin I be better off going to dem Modas folks, dey might be evil, but deys at least reachable! An' hey mon, where better ta spread de word of de light if not in de darkest places?

Sheesh....

o/~ any time any where.... o/~

AAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!

(( Bump for le cool thread. And YOU, have received a letter in your mailbox! ))

Zalmar sat quietly at his new desk, the contract he'd hurriedly signed with the rather aloof elven lady still drying beside him. The gaudily dressed troll was distracted, paying little attention to his surroundings, instead, he was bent over his work. A quill pen scratching madly back and forth as he transcribed page after page of materials.

"What Would The Light Do?..." began one, another opened with "Have you considered taking the Holy Light as YOUR personal guide in life?", and still another began with the words "The light loves you, whether you know it or not...". By now, the stack of pages teetered, on the verge of collapse — each one containing one of several exhortations to accept the Light as the One True Faith, or a parable illustrating some principle of worship.

The troll smiled to himself, his newfound occupation combined with his true calling had given him the inspiration he needed to truly bring the Word to the People. Each and every mesage delivered by Brother Zalmar would come not only with it's intended cargo or missive, but also, a sermon, tailored to each individual, containing the Message of Hope and Salvation that had lifted Zalmar himself from the jungles of sin and degradation where he had been whelped so long ago. From the highest heights to the darkest corners of Azeroth, and beyond. All would finally know of the true glory and benevolence of the Holy Light.

Happiness was not so hard to find after all. Zalmar hummed quietly to himself, a simple little song, and carefully inserted another inspirational pamphlet into an enveloped marked with the white and gold crest of his new employer.......

Abominus skittered into the AAMS offices, a train of pack maggots following behind him carrying various packages and notes. He scurried up to the Day Duty Desk, and addressed the Troll-thing sitting behind it.

"Hello, Troll-creature, yesss. We have packagesss to sssend, yesss. It will be to variousss and sssundry othersss, yesss. We have all the usssual AAMSss Abominusss regulationsss in mind, and hope that you will sssurvive, yesss. Before we give you them, we mussst take a sssample, yesss..."

Abominus pulled out his Sc*##@%! Rock (Do not taunt it!) and sc%*#%d away some skin oils and sweat from Zalmar, placing them in a vial and inserting it into his abdominal cavity.

"We thank you for thisss sssoon to be done ssservice, yesss. Little onesss, presssent the packagesss, yesss!"

A seemingly endless train of pack maggots scoot in, bearing small packages wrapped in dark purple paper, leaking a viscous ooze that smelled of 15 week old dead socks. They deposited the packages in a growing pile next to the Troll's feet, then chirrpled happily at the troll before scurrying off. A small pool of noisome ichor lay on the floor in front of the desk where Abominus had stood.

** I will be sending you some things to mail, along with the names **

"Wha'...."

"....By de light...."

"Where...how....de stench mon, 'asn't anyone tol' dat guy 'ow 'orrible he smells??"

Zalmar scrubbed furiously at his nose with a scented cloth. It was no use though, everything in the office now carried a faint whiff of "Eau de Crime Against Nature", and that, unfortunately, included the hapless troll, and everything in his general vicinity.

"Dat's IT Mon, 'orrible Zombies, maggots, KITTENS, I'n'I 'as 'ad ENOUGH"

Zalmar raised his hands and shouted a prayer to the light.

/FYOOSH
/FYOOSH
/FYOOSH
/FYOOSH

Golden flares of holy radiance filled the office... The stench, filth and ichor vaporized in a searing flash, and a stray maggot was suddenly and inexplicably transformed into a diminutive silver and gold moth. Papers were blown hither and yon, yet all seemed to land in the manner that made the most organizational sense, and even the dust and cobwebs were eliminated.

Zalmar stood in the center of the newly blessed offices of the AAMS. And tracked his knuckles once.

"A'ight mon, it be time ta be Doing' Dis!!"

Filled with renewed faith and holy zeal, the elegantly coiffed and tattoos troll gathered up the freshly scented packages and strode to the door.

"Dey never gone' ya know what 'it dem!!!"