Anything you say can and will be used against you in my blog.
For that matter, anything I say can and will be used, too.
TO HELL WITH YOU PHASE THREE.
After Maly, I posted WWS and proceeded to peer at it. At first, I laughed. I laughed because Mach really wanted to come along despite that fact that we didn’t need two tanks, so he threw on his healing gear…and healed as prot. And healed nearly as much as I did. I’m not sure what that says about my skill, but at least my WWS didn’t look like this:
/headtilt “Did you lose your Flash Heal button, man?”
I’m no holy priest but I’m sitting here rubbing my forehead at that. Here, let’s trade toons. You take the pally, and spam big heals on the tank…and I’ll take your priest and make sweet, sweet love to the plethorea of healing options you have. Okay? Okay.
The aftermath of the Frogger boss. Ouch. Actual bosses caused far fewer deaths.
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