Grim Views

... As it flies past your head with no falter it drops a tiny silver capsule in your hand. Opening it reveals a small piece of paper with a letter written in Gutterspeak.

"Greetings,
  My name is Haidou and I am very interested in serving under your ranks. The memories of my past are dull, but my hatred for the Alliance burns bright. My memory does not extend farther than when I woke up in Ebon Hold, but the hate I hold for the Alliance is as nostalgic as any memory could ever be. I would be honored to spill blood in your name, and perhaps at the end of the trail of blood I will find the memories of past I seek. For the Horde.

- Haidou

Inzema catches the capsule, eyes tracking the crow, goggles displaying a projected flight path of the construct.  He tosses the capsule aside, not bothering to open it, freeing his hand to trigger the firing mechanism on his wrist-mounted rockets. "Teach you to throw shhhiney turdsss at me, birdy." He depressed the button and, with a disproportionately loud roar, the rocket sped off at the fleeing crow. The undead cackled gleefully as the rocket exploded with a similarly disproportionately loud boom.

Funny, I hope this one doesn't consider -this- the proper paperwork.