To Err Is Human

Okay. I'll tell the story. Just be advised: Nothing prepares you for what happens when you innocently click on the Tuft of Yak Fur you find in your bags one day.

We were in vent. A group of us on the Timeless Isle, no doubt farming something that would quickly become irrelevant. I, as usual, was emptying my bags because, you know, "Inventory is full". /makes face

Oh look! Something new! With flavor text!

"It's so fluffy!"

Cool! A mount! Right-click!

Suddenly, there was Octavien, all manliness cast aside, unceremoniously grabbing on to spades of yak fur... (Poor guy. In front of all his friends.) He may or may not have called for his "mommy", but we are not here to judge his virility—or lack thereof. This enormous yak went tearing off like its tailless end was on fire. It barreled through angry elites who all gave chase... Everyone was laughing. In vent.

Ultimately, the story has a happy ending, in that Octavien survived, and that horrible mount was destroyed before its last two charges were used accidentally.

So, a word from the wise... Click with discretion at appropriate times and places.