The Fuhg Are Those Doing on Me Face?

Me magical "Turn Ratter into a Dwarf" device done malfunctioned the other day. Instead turning me into the dwarf, it turned me inta some freakish squid-faced spacegoat. Great googly moogly. And a first season one at that! At least I'm a warrior again.And it done knocked me into some other freaky serververse - one where the rules of engagement is all different, and Hordies and Allies is free ta gank each other, anywhere, anytime. Bugger. Not sure I likes the sound of this.

Fortunatelies, turns out I already gots me a friend over here. This damn fine tasty piece of druidflesh be Bellwether. Say hello, you buggers. She went and got me some netherweave bags, and it only cost me some personal services, which were a win-win trade in me book.

We had us some fun, going down inta the Deadmines and busting Defias heads. Well, okay. She did the busting. Me, I mostly stood back and tried not to get me arse pounded, 'cause as a lowbie spacegoat I's pretty squishy. A few times one of them Defias hunkerduggers managed ta hide in a corner 'til she'd gone by, then run out and whack me. And since somebody whom I will not name but it starts with Bellwethe fergot ta bring any rezzing reagents, I hadda haul me blue-with-a-tail-on-it arse back from the graveyard each and every time.

After a few of these episodes me bodyguard suggested mebbe I should go starkers, supposedly to save wear-and-tear on the gear. I think she just wanted ta see if I had me any more long, waggly appendages hidden away.
That Defias Digger, he weren't sticking around ta find out.

But it all turned out okay. I got me some nice loots, including Smite's Mighty Hammer, the Cruel barb, and Cookie's Tenderizer (in case I feels culinary). Then we went back to the Westfall Inn, where she totally had her way with all me tentacles, and then it were time to say our goodbyes. The next time I tried me magic transformer, I were me regular dwarf form again. So. Huh. Dunno what quite ta make of all this. But it were funs while it lasted.

A Quick Woot

Got me tailoring to 375 this morning. Frozen Shadoweave Robe coming soonish. Is big thanks to Moon and Cay fer all they's help with this.

Moonglade

Friday Night Drunken Singings

Ratshag:
Some men come around here,
Sent from the FBI
They's bookin' me on suspicion
Ain't got no alibi
They wants to know where I was
Ten o'clock last night ...hic
Man, I was in the arms of
The police chief's wife
And I may never get nuthin'
Fer the resht of me life
But I got some satisfaction
From her last night
It's a riot!
It's a riot! ...hic
It's a riot!
It's a full-fledged, out-in-the-street, get-nekkid RIOT!

Palintera:
Wild Thing!
You make my heart sing!
You make everything groovy.
Wild Thing.

Wild Thing I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure!
So C'mon 'n' hold me tight.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I love you.

Ratshag the dworc:
Wild Thing I think you move me!
Ahhh, just came to me mind, thought I'd say that.
You made me trust you then stabbed a knife in me heart!
You're a lying unfaithful untrustable tramp and I think I love you!
Oh bugger Pali's throwing things at me!

DangerMouse:
Let me resst in peace
Let me get shome sshleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole ssix foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
Sho, let me resst in peace

Galertruby:
Agh Glaghal Glaghal,
Gagha allahg!
gahaglha galgaha allagh
gagglah ahaggh ahaggh ahaggh!

Is thanks to Starz, the Troggs, Sam Kinison, Joss Whedon, and the Kingsmen (I thinks)

Another Long Journey Completed

That were then.Looking down on Magtheridon through the floor in the Blood Furnace, just over a year ago.

This is now.

Rolled into the deep bowels of the Hellfire Citadel be the Pit Lord Magtheridon, former ruler of Outland and now prisoner of that par-Nelf, part-demon, part-life insurance salesman Illidan. Now I's all for keeping demons locked up, but apparentlies Illidan's peeps done been siphoning off his blood for ta make Fel Cocktails for the Friday night drunkens and not inviting none of us. Which is just dang rude. So we decide ta put Maggy's arse down.

And that's just what we did. There were tanking and healing and dps'ing and getting bounced around and a whole lotta clicking which did something, but I don't know what, 'cause I can't be bothered ta keep track of the details. And of course there were the Vampiric Touching, in all the naughty places. And then ol' Mags were dead, and I got ta take his big-ass head back to Honor Hold, where they put it on a big stick for to help manage the local fly population. And they gave me this shiny ring fer me troubles. Even better, when I got back to Shatt, Deputy Glowy Crystal Dude In Charge of Phat Lewts Asuur done gave me this nifty dress ta wear, which were a big improvement over the rag what the Aldorks had sold me. T4, they calls it. Now, I'll be replacings it with me own hand-made Frozen Shadoweave dress before too long, but it'll hold me fer a while.

And after we'd put Maggy's giant arse down, we all flew up ta the Blade's Edge Mountains and did the same fer old Gruul the... the .... the... bugger. I cain't remember what the fuhg he is. Well, the chubbernugger is dead now, so it don't really matter, do it? Here's a pic of his dead-arsed self:

No lewts fer ratter outta this place, but that don't matter none. I had me a great time, and I's looking forwards to whattever come next. By the way, here's a shot of Ratter, looking all non-shadowy fer a minute so's you can admire me threads.

One last thing. BRK done put up the WWS numbers, and they show me throwing down a little overs 700 dps fer Mags and the High King Ugly, and 626 fer Gruul. Is these good? Bugger'd if I know. No other shadow priests in the raid fer direct comparisons. I were near the bottom end of the dps pack, but that ain't surprising since most everybody else were more geared and experienced. So I figgers I'll just hang onta these numbers and see how much I can make'em go up in the futures.

Ratshag TV

Following the trail blazed by TJTV, there's gonna be a Ratshag TV next Tuesday the 20th, at 7:00 Eastern Time. You buggers is all invited ta tune in. Be warned, though! It ain't gonna be me, 'cause we ain't got no webcams in Azeroth. Instead, is gonna be me RL avatar. He ain't as funny as me, and he sure ain't as fuhggin virile, 'cause he's a Nerd class and I pretty much min-maxed the besnoggers outta him when I rolled him up. But he does what he can.

He's gonna talk about WoW and blogging and mebbe some of his less-unfunny so-called adventures, and pretty much anything else what makes sense at the time. Is gonna go two hours, unless it ends sooner, and I got no plans ta make it a regular thing. So. Ratshag TV, Tuesday, 7:00. Be there or .... bugger, I dunno. Be somewhere else, I guess.

The Undead Don't Understand Hunters

But how do you know that's what it sstands for?

Because I invented the term. Fashoozle.

But maybe it standsss for Many Quiet Octopi Ssend Regrets During Premature Ssenility?

But it does-

Or maybe Murders of Quail Occupy Seven Rotting and Decrepit Pagoda Spires?

No, see, let me explain. A Beast Master Hunter has 41-

Bah! I haven't got all day. Ths Sshadow will embrace you soon, as it embracess everyone, and I need answerss. Why is the kitty not red?

Well, you see, lass, when Bestial Wra-

It's purple!

The "Red" comes from-

Purple!

I know, but when-

With white stripess!

Because he's a frost-

You should call it BigPurpleWithWhiteSstripesKitty.

Sigh. /headdesk

And why do you carry an axe?

Ah. It's because this axe has -

Ratter carries an axe. And he hitss things with it.

Well, you see-

But you don't. You desspise hunterss who hit things with their axe.

Of course, a hunter-

You make no sensse. No ssense at all. You should probably go now. And don't pinch my asss!

Young lady, I assure you I did not pinch your ass! Such behavior would not be tolerated by Mrs. BR-

But you were thinking it! Ratterss told me you pinched Ego's ass and put the blame on him.

Now that is not-

Go embrace the Shadow, dwarf. Maybe it can undersstand hunters, but I certainly cannot.