I love my guild. I bitch about them, sure-we have this collection of some of the most derp derp people ever-but they’re adorablederp derp people. Hell, sometimes I am one of those people (see: walking into Vezax trash).
We’re all so delightfully nutty. Sometimes perhaps not so delightfully, depending on how funny you think talking about poop on vent is, but you get the idea. Last night, we assembled our first 25 man raid for awhile-on an off night! So we trundled on over to Ony and I proceeded to make my usual threat, just tweaked slightly for the instance:
“If you get tail whipped into the whelp caves EVERY BLOGGER in the guild will post mocking you!”
Considering that there’s uh…five of us? Yeah! That threat carries five times more weight than before! Of course, 5 x 0 = 0 still but whatever. :P
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We never did down Ony (a post in and of itself), but it was nice to have a full 25 man run again. We’re almost there again! I just need recruit people to shore up our weak spots, and we should be able to resume our 25 man raiding. Now if I can just get the people we have to not stand in bad places (says the priest who ate part of a deep breath or two-BUT IT DOESN’T COUNT IF YOU DON’T DIE).
It’s also really hard to be frustrated with your GM when he replies to your complaints of “You never listen to me, Steve!” with “That’s not true! I listened to you once like, 7 or 8 months ago!” and then proceeds to go on about how he wants to be portrayed as an evil dictator, or something. Fine, Steve, I can help with that! I have this whole collection of tags for you already! :P And then Ky complained that his tag wasn’t big enough in my tag cloud, and…
See what I have to deal with?!
I may not be doing hardmodes, I may not be on the bleeding edge of raiding, but I’m having fun with a lot of awesome goofballs. Even if the GM is a meaniehead, and decided to play his priest when we could practically comprise a 10 man raid of just priests…
I call disc priest tank, yo.