Hello,

Rather then having people fall into this fake stuff, ill try to warn you about a new mail that ppl receive recently telling you that your account is suspended and that you have to log on your account page. Though, the link doesnt leed to the true account page.

So please, be smart, dont do anything and put it in trash.

Merry x-mas to all.

Well, we could have claimed that we went to wipe more floors, but if you are Fathom-Lord Karathress, I suppose your floors are squeaky clean anyway. So the task at hand revolved more around dealing with his plumbing issues so the bridge to Lady V's island could be raised and she could go shopping. Well,judging from the reception we got, his experiences with other plumbing crews were pretty negative since he and his flunkies pummeled the living snot out of us.

Undaunted, and drawing courage from our mighty Tank that proudly wore his Warrior Shields(tm) and chanted mighty battle hymns, we redoubled our efforts. It even looked good for a bit. But you don't become the Lord of Fathoms if every two bit gnome stomper can waltz in your back yard and deprive you of your epics. It took some more deliberation, actual planning (!) and tank switching to get into a really comfortable plan. Once it was set, the pwnage begun.

It is obvious of course that the evul boss saw through our ploy, and decided to shadowbolt the raid leaders twice. Little did he know that this just gave Donnin more excuses to abuse people on TS. Relentless, and echoing the ancient battle cry "Bondage!Bondage!" (who needs healers when you have pink toilet paper) the main body of the raid engaged the Big Kahuna of SSC. Three minutes later he was fishbait like the rest of his friends. Keelshot here we goes:

And before today's edition of The Daily Paintrain comes to a close, here's a teaser shot of Donnin playing Moses for a kindergarden play

We're coming your ladyship, we're coming!

Okay, I must admit I was quite surprised at tonight's developments. After a relatively bad day even for our drama filled existence as a guild and a slew of techical problems with bad connections and teamspeak, we approached the Duke of Currents again, ready a solid night of floorwiping, curses and general malarky. Taking some considerable time to do tactics the ole typing way and some general confusion ("what line?", "the mental line?") we hesitantly let Matsu to charge vorwards and pull the boss.

For some reason, the boss was probably busy reading the emo threads on our forums cause he hardly put up a fight. Or maybe he did, but somehow everything was clicking into place. Excellent transitions, masterful aggro and hard DPS. 8 minutes later he was begging for his life...

Half a minute later, pretty stunned at how easy this turned out be, we lined up for the usual trophy shot

Keep it up lads, and we may see the inside of Black Temple before the lich king comes a-knocking.

Well, we had some bad tries. We had some decent tries. Then with bloodbath in our hearts and minds we got owned by serious lag. Third time is the charm, they say, and finally the poor old blind nightgay succumbed to our efforts! It was hectic at the end, then it became downright crazy, and then it was AMAGADKILLTHEFUCKERFFSPEWPEW, true AoD style wipe-kill. Apologies for not adding chapter three of the steamy sex story "nico and the pigeons", I'll reserve that for the next kill.

Meanwhile, keeelshot

And remember boys and girls, hard work pays off. Now pay someone to break mr. Mood's dice rolling fingers.

Sometimes people have crazy ideas. Some other times you are really wondering what they put in that crack pipe they were quick to hide from the police. When Donnin told me tonight that the plan was to make a hot dog run to check the new additions to our roster and then finish off the night by killing world bosses, my feelings were leaning towards the latter. After wasting all my productive day away playing souvlaki tetris (damn u flash games creators, damn u), I left work late and got ready for a drama filled night with screams and curses on TS after wiping endlessly on our friend Magtheridon

It's a good thing that sometimes this wonderful guild can pleasantly surprise my gothness...

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Okay, after spending a few fortunes in making the new repair guys in Ghostlands rich and fat, it was finally time to get our act together and take our frustrations on mr. Zul'jin himself. Stocking a few repair bots, and a ton of consumables we set out early saturday noon to skin the big bad troll. It was not easy, it took us quite a few tries to work through the aggro resets and the dreaded eagle phase (rumors that yours truly was responsible for many a wipe are not entirely exaggerated), but hard work and perseverance saw us through to the lynx phase and it was smooth pew pew afterwards.

The original floorwiping pioneers smile for you:

Special thanks to mr. Tusamund for the imba dps and mr. Sacredwater of Cream Team for filling a missing healer spot.

In an even brighter note, after learning our lessons from the school of hard knocks, sundays raid managed to clear ZA in roughly 4 hours, with first two bosses on time mode, and less than 4 wipes overall. Rumor has it that some lucky rogue didn't even die once! (QQ bloodborn, QQ)

Now back to SSC the whole lot of you

Nicodemus gulped his last pigeon harriedly. Thanks to his emminent janitorial position, he was able to quadruple the flock from the last time the servant of the Orb had gone into a missive sending frenzy. 'Thank the gods azerothians don't do thanksgiving', he mused and picked up his goblet. Finishing the last bits of his gnome brain coctail, he religiously removed his bunny slippers and put on his mighty trappings of war. The call had been issued a week anon, the plan was in motion and the stage was set. It was high time that the weakling servants of the alliance were taught another lesson from the book of hard knocks.

This time, the goal was to slaughter each other on the tropical paradise of shimmering flats. From the sheer publicity of the event, it was evident that the place would get zerged from here to the next expansion. To avoid the server crashing on our heads before the fun even began, we decided to muster the AoD/AS raid in the far away jungles of Un'Goro and happily pounce on the alliance from behind. With a few snags, the raid was assembled.

Communication was a bit fuzzy, since we managed to mix up the TS servers (lol), but it added another dimension to the whole fog of war thing After listening to all sorts of crazy stuff, from the mundane "the alliance packed up and left" to "Thrall decided he's gay and married Bloodhoof", the sneaky Roo issued the call for the pincer movement.

And on, on, on, cried the leader at the back...

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