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This post brought to you by idle musings and background crap you’re not aware of. And muffin tabards.
My first raiding guild was on Earthen Ring, and was called Unified. I loved Unified.
They took me in shortly after I dinged 60, mostly because my fiance was already in the guild. I’d like to think that they took me on because I was an amazing holy pally but, quite frankly, at that point in time I was not.
Unified was, in its heyday, a top 10 guild…I think. I never honestly paid any attention. I know that several of us had full t2, that we had BWL down to 2 hour clears, AQ 40 was clear to C’thun, and we were played around in Naxx. Good? Yes. Top guild on the server? Hardly.
What was interesting, though, was to watch people leave…come back…leave…come BACK…always stating some version of “I missed you guys” upon their return.
The community that formed was strong, lasting-in many cases-years after the guild’s death. I can still log onto Earthen Ring, poke my head in the /unitram channel, and say hello to any number of folks.
Unified broke up in BC as many former 40 man guilds did, torn apart by different sized raids, the sudden discovery that so and so sucked when not backed up by 5 others of their class, and the fact that our GM was-quite frankly-losing it.
Nostalgia was strong enough that after we wandered to our seperate guilds and found them lacking, some of us started raiding together again. I ran Kara once a week with my hunter in my raiding guild, and then again on my paladin with this…former-guildie not-a-pug.
Eventually someone contacted our former GM, who actually handed over the old guild to us, and Unified was reborn.
It was not the same. It never could be the same. We had some of the same people, yes, but…there was no reviving Unified as it had once been. Eventually one of the GMs-Josh-and one of the officers-myself-transferred off server to play with friends. These friends-Brotherhood of Oblivion.
Corpses are corpses. They need to be buried, not restlessly prodded with sticks. They make good fertilizer, though-good things can come from what’s left, if you let them.
But you cannot ever expect them to be the same.
The Brotherhood is not what it once was. I joined at the end of BC…and yes, it is different now. Wrath changed it. People leaving changed it. The mere passage of time changed it. My method of recruiting? Changed it. My blogging? Changed it. Now that I’m GM it certainly is-and shall become-something different yet again.
The Brotherhood of Oblivion is dead.
The Brotherhood of Oblivion lives.
This upsets some people, of course. They look back at what once was and pine.
Cut it the fuck out. It gets you nowhere.
Why don’t you come check out the flowers I’m growing here, instead? The ride to wherever we’re going should be fun-especially as I have no idea how the fuck to navigate. Quick, give Ky the map!
Oh, and eat a fucking muffin.
Dear Children Masquerading As Raiders And Even Officers In My Guild,
Can you grow the fuck up? Look, I realize that So and So has an opinion you don’t agree with. I realize that he has all the tact of a 16 year old in the middle of an emo fit with his parents sometimes. But that doesn’t mean that you have carte blanche to turn around and act 5, instead. You can damn well put your epeens away and cut out the snide remarks. It doesn’t help, and it doesn’t make you look better, nevermind right. And when two of you are officers and in the middle of a raid, you really have no fucking excuse.
God damn, people.
Maybe said person needs to be removed from the guild, maybe he just causes too much strife because we’re not a good fit for him but, damn. Again, not permission to act like children yourselves. You can take your dodge/parry/stam stacking bloodshed somewhere else, and not during raid time.
-Angry Healer with the GM Hat
1) Don’t do it. There’s better ways to go out.
2) Definitely don’t do it repetedly.
3) Especially not in the same guild.
4) The GM may keep inviting you back, but everyone else might well start to think you’re a bundle of loldrama.
And in more random WTFery, I honestly have these conversations with some of you folks:
me: blue? green? purple?
Kyrilean: the phone goes “green”, i “pink” it up, and say “yellow”
me: … WTF
Kyrilean: a 2nd grade elementary teacher asks her class to use three words in a sentence: green, pink, and yellow
teacher says, “Susie, please use those three words in a sentence.”
Susie says, “My dress is green. My crayon is pink. The sun is yellow.”
“Very good,” says the teacher
me: but that’s three sentences
Kyrilean: “Jose,” says the teacher, “please use those three words in a sentence.”
Jose thinks a moment.
And then says, “The phone goes green, I pink it up, and say yellow.”
you must say that last part with an accent btw
think Speedy Gonzalez :)
me: you are so not PC
Kyrilean: I’m a mac
me: I’m blogging this
I will not share the god awful jokes I heard after that. You’re welcome.