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A lot, hence the assessment that it's a really good card....

Are you wicked?

Pickpocket is a name of a person who picks pockets.

Pick Pocket is a phrase denoting the action of picking a pocket. 

English is a nightmare.

It's so bad it has to be good. We're all wrong and this is the most resident sleeper ever.

Im a huge idiot fml...

If you don't like it why don't you move onto something else?

You sound like the kinda person that, if marooned on a desert island, would stir trouble rather than find resolutions to problems. 

Go away. 

For those wondering, it does work with discounted cards from Barnabus the Stomper. 

Or you could play some aggro deck if you're so desperate to attack with everything. 

The fact that this is not an auto include in all incarnations of Druid doesn't make it bad, as you infer. 

This card is disgustingly good and I'm sorry that many of you feel otherwise.

This gives a nice target for Master Oakheart, giving you a lategame taunt - if you think if it as slightly worse than 8/11 stats for 9 then it's average but if it pulls say Crypt Lord as well that's not a bad result to give the opponent a wall to work through. 

Forget all that though because you all forgot about the interaction with Grizzled Guardian.
It's also easy to play off of Ixlid, Fungal Lord

Yeah this really needs sorting out. 

Classic packs at this point into the game's lifecycle is pretty ridiculous. The defence that it's to enable newer players to engage with the game in a broader sense is just rubbish by now, give them a weekly free pack or something. The thing is that the vast majority of established players, the ones that have supported the game from the beta, hell, from WoTOG at this point, are just getting shafted. 

Just give me a free arena ticket instead or 100 gold. 

The amount of wrong everyone is who crapped on this card is hilarious. 

In which position you wanna fuck us garrosh ?

It's when people use the "Hello" or "Threaten" emote right before they win that it's BM.

Also if people use more than 4 emotes in one game they should be banned for an hour. -_-

Harrison.  But..  Just craft Justicar..

there is no replacement

*drinks coffee* CAFFEINE SHELTERS US!

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Look guys, we all play decks that are very annoying and irritate players when we beat them. Is it too much to ask to just accept that person's friend invite and then let them cheese you out? I mean, if you play an annoying deck and piss people off (looking at you, Murloc Paladin players), then you deserve the anger of the other player being directed at you. What are your thoughts?

Why the fuck would I want to play in a meta with Secret Paladin?

It is hardly your deck and you still lack proof that you made it to legend with this deck or that you are indeed legend, since the screenshot you uploaded doesn't even show who the player is!

Alright, so I'm smashing face, smashing face, smashing face, and my opponent's health is dropping: 21, 18, 12, 9... he's getting close.  Suddenly I hear my mom screaming from the kitchen, "Billy I thought I told you to go out and shovel the walk!"  Naturally, I ignore her.  This match is far more important than some idiot slipping and breaking his neck on our drive way.  All I need to finish the job is one more good charge card.  8 life, 2 life... YESSSS, here it comes! He can't survive another turn.  Even if he throws down a massive taunt, I have owls ready to go.  It's over.  He can't do anything to stop me.  I lean back and kick my feet up on the desk.  Eagerly awaiting my impending victory, I smugly send a few trolly emotes, "greetings traveler!"

As I take a long, slow pre-victory sip of coffee, I hear it, "We're gunna be rich!"  I don't have to look, I've heard that sound a hundred times.  I know what it is.  Yet, somehow I can't prevent myself from focusing on the monitor.  It can't be... Intently, I glance with a firm sense of denial.  Maybe I misheard the sound.  Maybe it was a different card... no no, maybe he screwed up and he had a double of some card in his deck, nullifying the battlecry.  His hero wont get healed!  I'm afraid to look, but my eyes have a will of their own.  My gaze fixates on evil incarnate itself... Reno f*%@ing Jackson.  Just then I receive a picture text.  It's from my girlfriend.  She's sending pictures of her new hello-kitty bra and panties.  I quickly scan the attached message "My parents aren't home, wanna come over?"  I click off my phone.  No time for that now.  Again I focus on the faint glow of the hearthstone match illuminating from my monitor.  I hear footsteps approaching.  I have to determine if my opponent got the big heal or not.  My focus shifts from Reno's smug grin... god I want to punch that pointy chin of his.  Slowly, fearfully, my gaze travels up the monitor until I see my opponent's life.  Thirty.... it's back up to 30.  "GOD F&$@ING DAMNIT!"  For a moment, I lose control of my entire body.  My fist comes crashing downward.  My phone hurls itself across the room.  Papers, pens, pencils, etc all fly outward in every direction as if a grenade had just exploded on my desk.  I hear my dad yelling from the kitchen "BILLY WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" Oh god damnit, he's back up to 30 life... this is bulls%@&!

My enraged mom steps in front of me.  Still in a deep state of denial, I think I can somehow manage to win if I can just get a few lucky big-damage card draws. I furiously grab for my mouse. "MOM, MOVE YOU STUPID B@%&*"  Out of one corner of my eye I see My dad charging through the door like a rhinoceros on amphetamines. Out of the other corner of my eye I see the turn timer burning down.  My opponent is spamming emotes "oops, that was a mistake!" as he lays down more and more big golems.  In one last-ditch desperate effort I shove my mom to the side and attempt to end the carnage. It's too late. I see my scumbag opponent drop a malganis. It's over. All is lost.  My parents are both chewing me out and all I can see is that son of a bi%@& cheering and gloating "Your soul shall suffer.  Your soul shall suffer.  Your soul shall suffer." God damnit. This is bulls%#@.  

I did what I had to do... I smashed the computer monitor against the wall right in front of both of my parents.

Naturally, they grounded me. I lost my car, phone, tv, and computer "privledges." I'm writing this message from the free internet connections at the public library down the street. I tell my parents I come here to study and research stuff for school... yeah right. There is a bum sitting next to me browsing animal porn. On the other side there is a parolee signing up on multiple dating websites. Jamal4u22 at eHarmony, yeah I pity any woman that finds herself at a red lobster or some appropriately tacky restaurant sitting across from this felon.  I secretly installed hearthstone on the computers here, but there are limited computers and they're in high demand. Each user has a 20 minute time limit, and there's always a line of hobos waiting to take our places. By the time I login, fire-up HS, and get into the game, I'm down to 5 minutes. That's certainly not enough time to play seriously, but at least I can get in a few daily-quests. Sometimes I can buy additional time with chocolate milk, but when the librarians catch me gaming they throw me out.  It's fine for Cyrus to browse animal porn, but if I get caught playing games I get kicked off.  I tried to bribe the librarians, but they don't take chocolate milk like the hobos. I'm going to start stealing jewelry from my mom to pay them off.

I'm banned from gaming.  My parents took my phone away.  My girlfriend broke up with me.  I'm rank 18 now like a common noob, and I'm hungry as hell because I've been trading all of my food to bums in the library in exchange for extra computer use time.  My life sucks and it's all thanks to Reno.  Fu&* Reno Jackson.

does anyone know how can i make a post on hearthpwn?