In the corner, picking at a piece of stale Dalaran crumb cake, sat Zaxxi, a goblin rogue nobody really remembered inviting. He chewed thoughtfully, then stood up.
“What if,” Zaxxi said, crumbs falling from his lips, “there was no Global Cooldown?” no gcd wow 3.3.5
Kel’Thuzad’s laughter echoed through the frozen spire of Icecrown Citadel. Twenty-five heroes of the Alliance and Horde lay broken on the necrotic floor. Another wipe. In the corner, picking at a piece of
The pull timer hit zero. Zaxxi charged. All in the span of a single, screaming microsecond. In the corner