Is a Buncha Pictures and Stories

First offs, this here be Sabiba, me new arena teammate. Ain't she a tasty piece of elfflesh. Say hello, you buggers.
From the cold, uncaring viewpoint of dry unadorned win-loss record, we didn't do so great on our first week together. Especially since two of our wins were against this woman here. But so whats? It were spontaneous, we had some fun, nobody got hurt too bad, and I learned some stuff what'll help me do better next time around.


Sabiba also done hooked me up with a new guild. Is small, but bigger'n me old one was back when it were in business, and the folks has been real nice to me. This morning we was planning to stick our toes in the waters what be Kara fer the first time. Unfortunately there were some last-minute schedule issues what came up, and the raid weren't able to come off. But sooner or later we's gonna have us a date with Kara. And she'll order the lobster, and the waiter's gonna probably get the order wrong, and someone'll drop a tray of dishes real loud-like in the back they way they do sometimes, and I don't know where the fuhg I's going with this metaphor...
Anywho. Raid on Karazhan. Didn't happen this week, but I's hopeful it will soon, and I's gonna have me some fun when it do.



Has anyone notices what Skyguard Khatie done got herself a flying mount? Now ya don't haveta worries about steppin' on her when ya bring in her five aether rays. But of course most of you buggers is too busy off Sunwelling nowadays to pay poor Khatie a visit ain't ya. "I miss you" she says. Well, old Ratter ain't too busy to gets her some rays, and ta show her appreciations, not only did she pay me the usual 11.99 gold and fifteen shards, she done took me fer a spin on her new mount and initiated me inta what she called the "fifty-meter high club."



For a while, I helped out a young, randomly coherent druid trying to find raptors and pirates ta kill in the Barrens, which were funs. Is relaxing to hit funkertuppers so hards they leaves nuthin' but a smear reaching halfway to the next zone, ya know?



Well, Kara didn't work out but there's still work to be done fer a band of adventurers willing to lay it on the line. Fer examples, them evil time-manipulating dragons, what be different colored from the good time-manipulating dragons, is still trying to mess up the timeline to prevent Thrall from forming the new and improved Horde and losing his virginity in Tarren Mill. So me and some of me new guildies got together and went and saved history and whatnot. And Bell? Yer right, he's a total n00b. Face pulls, totally ignoring the kill sequence, crappy gear. But we managed to pull it off in spite of hisself.
'Course to do all this we had to disguisify usselves as pasty-skinned humans. Since I weren't tanking but was just supplying extra dps fer this run, I wore me "kill things fast" gear, which worked fine. But great googly moogly. Normally I looks like a deadly killing machine. But as a human, I just look like a uptight, psychotic scarecrow. Fuhggit.



After that we was all full of piss and vinegar and figured we give heroic ramps a shot. Pffft. Five minutes in, we had six adventurer skeletons and three dead fel orcs lying just inside the entrance. Okay, maybe we need to gear up some more before we try this.

Well, where's a good place to gear up young adventurers? How about MrT? We swapped out our tankadin fer a blasty shammy, and I switched into me tanking gear, fer the first time since .... bugger. Fer the first time since last November. Do you like me goggles? Made'em meself. Engineering pride, baby!

So anyway, we cleared to the first boss. I hasta admit, I were a little rusty and mistakish, and really buggered it up at one point. But these was cool lads I were running with, and we all just laughed a bit and dusted ourselves off and moved on. Were about enjoying the experience, and then that's how I likes to roll, ya know? Well, like I said, we got to Mister Selin "I has pretty crystals" Fireheart when the shammy says "excuse me, I be right back." Except she didn't. Huh. We's puzzled, and hopefuls what nothing serious done happened. But after a while things was clearly not going forward, so we hadda bail and went and did a buncha dailies togehter. Some of them goes a lot faster with four buggers all hitting'em at once, I tells ya.

Anywho, that's what I's been up to lately. What's up with you?

Rise of the Drama Llama

Now I may have mentioned that I runs in a small uber-casual laid-back guild. As such, we usually don't have to worry about guild drama. If we have arguements over loot, they's the kind what go like this: "You should take it." "No, you take it - it perfect for your class/spec" "Yeah, but it's a bigger upgrade for you. You take it." etc etc etc until the rest of the party scream "Somebody take the dang thing already!" but whoa nellie did we get ourselves some drama the other day.

All started when Aelion the cheeky Belf hunter's new pet got loose in the Purge Secret Headquarters of Doom (okay, it's a small fourth floor flat in the cheapest section of Orgrimmar). Seems he'd picked up a crocolisk somewheres so he could learn the "Have Six Legs" ability and teach it to his windserpent Pip. Well, this croc goes and eats one of Rim's non-combat pets. Was either Henly or Lilry - I can't be bothered to remember the details. Well, Rim's pissed and he's got his fireballs set all the way up to "Deep Fat Fry" and he's ready to do some homestyle cooking on Aelion's ass. Problem is, all Belfs look alike to trolls. I's serious - they can't tell'em apart nohows. So there's all sorts of fireball action going off as the elves all scampers around looking for safety. Aelion ain't dumb - he feigns death as soon as he hears Rim comin' and totally avoids the wrathful retributions. Bashabil bubbled until she could hide behind big ol' Bull, but Ellspeth weren't so quick and got all crispy crittered. Fortunately she had her soulstone on and was able to pop back up after.

Eventually me and Throttle was able to grab Rim and wrestle him to the ground and hold him there 'til he calmed down. I tell ya, fer a mage with a strength of like , I dunno, maybe seven, he put up a heck of a struggle. And he bit me too, the bastard. At least I stayed clear of the tusks - those things is huge.

Well, Aelion disappeared immediately afters. We thought maybe he was just laying low 'til the smoke cleared and we'd had a chance to replace the carpeting or somethings, but no. He went and found hisself a new guild. "A chance to go on raids, and they aren't so frickin' anal about their non-combat pets" he told me. Well, I wishes him lucks.