December 27, 2005

While my job has had me working like Satan's little helper (not a typo), Monolith has continued to pick away at Blackwing Lair, and during my week off for the holidays I finally got to rejoin these overworked, underappreciated, raiding guild members of mine.

So, Broodlord Lashlayer is dead. So are JFK, Abraham Lincoln, and Elvis (maybe...the alien theory is plausible). Needless to say a lot of hardwork and repair bots went into the effort, all so the asshole could drop us two pair of mage boots. God damn, I took a week off for this shit.

 

Congrats to Vargas, who nabbed the warrior trinket, and Selej and Phixion, the two mages sporting their new fairy boots. If you see them around, ask them to do the Nutcracker Ballet for you and be prepared for a lot of leaping and prancing. They're not gay though...or so they keep vehemently protesting that they aren't.

 

Since we have yet to see a single weapon off Ragnaros after months of killing, we're going to keep plugging away at Blackwing Lair with a whistle and a stick. We'll annoy the shit out of Firemaw until he dies of starvation...or some shit. Maybe we'll have Selej and Phixion dance for him. "I see you baby...shakin' that ass, shakin' that ass..."

Brade

 

 

 

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