Anticorpo - The truth is out there....

So there is that guy who walks into a bar....


He calls himself Anti (not because he likes ants, just because he wants to be anti-, like anti-everything, like special). Everyone knows him, since he comes here every Thursday. He's wearing old fashioned robes and his toe nails have already punched some holes in his shoes, nevertheless, he holds his head high and smiles to other guests in the bar. He's not fresh. You can clearly tell that the guy had some serious issues during his lifetime... Besides anorexia and back problems he's also rotting. His aroma is really dazing. No one ever found out whether he did this to himself or was it a doing of some dark evil, however, it runs in the family, since Anti has a brother who supports him in every disadvantage. Despite all that, Anti is usually in a good mood and gets drinks for everyone who has enough courage to sit and have a chat with him at the bar. He is really a charming company if he's not hungry. There has been some rumours, that once he ate his comrade after the fella died of having too many drinks. Anti did not show up in the bar next Thursday. People say his stomach was upset... But that's just a rumor and everyone knows that some rumours can be more scary than real facts.

He is the only visitor of the bar who raises so much interest in everyone. There is always a minute of silence when the door opens in the night and he walks in. A couple from the far table in the corner cheerfully wave at him and he silently nods in return. This usually breaks the tension and someone from the other table raises his glass as a sign of greeting. When Anti reaches the bar, some of the guests resume their conversations... Others still can't take their eyes of the lone wanderer. Some love him, some hate him, some look up to him, some think he's the last person they would like to meet in the dark alley, but there is no-one able to stay indifferent.

Myths and legends surround Anti. Stories of his glorious deeds and foolish pranks are widely known and passed from generations to generations.

I heard someone mention once that he went to a battle, charged into a boss and killed himself the same instant merely just for the sake of seeing his comrades die without having a clue what happened. Apparently, one of them managed to survive and passed the story on. However, it was contested by many stating he was actually a healer, not a tank. They say he would die in every single battle and heal others just by using his spirit floating above his body only to show how good he is (approved by Chuck Norris). Yet there is a third opinion, they say he can conjure food out of thin air and feed the beggars and if they become too happy, he casts a frost bolt at them. Well, according to the beggars, Anti actually does it to anyone who looks moderately happy. Anti doesn't like when other people are happy. It makes him sad.
Some say he once climbed onto a bar table to dance YMCA during the Festival of the Dead, which was a direct cause of the famous Wrath of Elders that happened a month later. Anti was banned from the place for 3 months and suffered a bird attack as a punishment from one anonymous Elder.
Anti is also widely known for making the legendary joke in a Mount Hyjal summit when Archymonde laughed himself to death and all the raid was left empty-handed. Many disappointed faces blamed Anti for that... and they still do! No-one has forgotten, no-one has forgiven. He is the one to be blamed.

But, the dawn is breaking and the bar has to close. People start leaving and Anti seems to be having a conversation with someone. Can't see the face in the dark, but notice Anti is hiding a small half empty vial of green liquid in his pocket. They stand up and leave through the back door. A thought crosses my mind 'did Anti look hungry when he came in?'