In between appointments to terrorise villages in WoW starting areas, we managed to catch up with the darling of the Hallow's End season, the Headless Horseman himself.Bellzebelle: Good afternoon, Headless. Is it all right if I call you Headless?
Headless Horseman: You call me Headless because that's my name, but I prefer Mister Horseman, if it's all the same.
BB: Right. Mister Horseman it is. I'm loving the armour. Who's your blacksmith?
HH: I get my plate from this chap I know, an armour maker down Savile Row. He does fine work but I have to say, his colour palettes make me look a bit gay.
BB: A bit gay? Well there's nothing wrong with being gay, Mister Horseman. This is the modern age. Besides, I think pale purple really suits you. Anyway, let's move on. What are your thoughts on sinister squashlings?
HH: They make funny noises, they follow me about - and if I'm honest, they creep me out. With his spindling vines and his gappy smile - I think mine might be a paedophile.
BB: You think your pumkpin is a paedophile? Mister Horseman, you do have some very odd views. Plus, there's the whole speaking in rhymes thing. What's with that?
HH: Ever since my childhood days, I've found myself speaking in flowery ways. I love to rhyme and play with words - course not as much as I like chasing birds.
BB: What are you talking about?
HH: You may be a poet and just don't know it.
BB: What - me? I don't think so.
HH: You do yourself down, you shouldn't be shy - you may not rhyme but you've caught my eye.
BB: Are you hitting on me?
HH: With your platinum hair, you're a fetching Belf - you'd make a fine wench for such as myself. HAHAHAHAHA!!
BB: Now, Mister Horseman. I know that I am one of Azeroth's most eligible single ladies and no one blames you for trying. And I'm sure many less educated ladies have fallen for the questionable charm of your somewhat cheesy verse. But I have certain standards I look for in a man. And one of them is... you know... that he must have a head.
HH: I have no head, but I have a helm, and his craft as a suitor will not underwhelm. I've been torturing animals all of my life - that can't last forever, it's time for a wife. Come with me, ride into the dawn and we will create our headless spawn!
BB: Are you serious? Oh my god this interview is so over.
Lol, Well, The headless horseman were once a paladin of lordaeron, and he fougth for many years against the scourge after that arthas betrayed them and started to rampage on the world. It ends with that he kills his wife and childs of mistake when they are trying to run (he should cleanse the city of all undead) then he gets mad and starts to do wierd rhymes at his room... then when they take him out again on the battlefield he rushes to kill every undead, but he can no longer see the difference on friend and foe, so he kills his friends aswell when they try to help him. then they are forced to cut his head of, and after that, Malganis revives him because hes going to serve him in any way he choses (death, etc). he doesnt have any head since they cut it off.
ReplyDeleteThis interview is BRILLIANT, and I have interviewed lots of people (I was the Features Editor of a small magazine until earlier this year). Very glad you did not succumb to the horseman - what would WoW be without your witty insights into all things fashion?
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