WoW rolls

There Adone was his hands were glowing green and Deathbringer Saurfand was lying dead at his feet. There was a drop, a conqueror's mark of sanctification. His history with rolls had been troublesome, and marked with streaks of such low rolls that would have made Thrall cry. Yet he knew it was a good day since he had walked out of the softball battlefield without getting hurt. Then he noticed the other rolls coming in, 19,74,92, 83.... everything seemed to slow down as he typed out /roll.... and there it was a 97. The warlock let out a houl that could have been heard miles away.... and is now a proud owner of a Sanctified Dark Coven Hood. :D