Friday, May 28, 2010

Is Much Better

Picked this shield up in Naxx last night. While technically a sidegrade from me old crafted one, I likes it better fer two reasons. Number the One is, less itemization into Defense, which I got an excess of. Instead is got more Strength and block value fer the slammings. Number the Two is, is got a skull and horns and spikes all over. Is fuhggin' sweet. Ain't had a shield this good lookin' since me old Netherwing Protector.

And oh yeah, we cleared out the Construct Wing last night. Yer back is secure, Ice Cream Cone raiders!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Vyprania's Story: Do You Hear Me?

Do you hear me, Arthas? Do you hear the screams in my head? Screams for blood, for vengeance, for justice? Do you hear my boots climbing your stairs? Do you hear the footsteps of my companions? Not that useless frill Jaina and some sacrificial lambs, but the members of The Left Claw - veterans of Karazhan and Naxxramas and Ulduar. We are coming for you, Arthas! Do you hear me?
Do you hear the crunching of the bones, as we walk across the remains of the monstrosity you named "Lord Marrowgar"? Did you hear the wind howl as he spun, trying in vain to strike us? Did you hear the rattle as he collapsed, the energies that held him together drained?

Do you hear your doom approaching?
Did you hear the wail of your lich bitch Lady Deathwhisper as we cut through her minions and smashed her shields? Did you hear the crash as we shattered the crystal sphere she retreated into as her life force drained away?

Do you hear the voices in my head shouting in triumph? They are so very loud, Arthas.
Did you hear the sad wail as we struck down the young Orc? I remember fighting at his side at the Wrathgate, and I took no pleasure in his death. But you enslaved him as you once enslaved me, and so it was necessary that he die one last time.

You will enslave no more souls, Arthas! Do you hear me?
Do you hear us coming, Arthas? Do you hear your minions dying, your defenses cracking? Do you hear my voices, beating inside my head, demanding an end to it? They are louder than ever, Arthas! Do they not deafen you, as they do me?

We are coming for you, Arthas! You have brought pain and misery to everything you touch, but your time is nearly at an end. Soon you will leave this world, and never return. And then, my the Light you once served have mercy on your soul, for I never will.

Do you hear me?

I never will!

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Hard To Stop Once Ya Starts

Hey, Unsup, Zeenaa, wanna go see if Mr. Attumen has a pony fer us?

Well, no pony. Zeen, you wanna ask Mr. Moroes if her got a Mongoose for ya?

Yay Mongoose. Let's go see if the Maiden has some hooch and seegars she'll share.

Were one thing after another, and when we was done the big ol' Kara McMansion were cleared again. Picked up two more pieces of Warbringer and a King's Defender. Is a good thing weren't no mages in the party fer ta roll against me fer it. Was so fun gettin' all this retro tanking gear, I went and hopped over ta Shatt and picked up a badger shield ta go with.

Damn, I looks good.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Is Tier 4 Night The Second

A little short of folks again this week, so we went retro again. High King Maulgar and his all-ogre oompah band gave us a little trouble while we figgered out which bugger ta put on what flubbernugger. But once we got the fears and the bunnifying and the firebolting under controls, taking the king down weren't no biggy. Then it were time.

Showdown.


And as always, bigger they is, the harder they falls. The Purge - Dragonkillerkillers.



Since we had us some time still, we figures - hey! Let's go rid Illidan of his supply of Fel Orcs once and for all! We'll be heroes! Well, okies, yeah, Illidan's been dead fer years and them fel orcs is long gone, but time moves in funny loops in these dungeons, ya know. Anywho, we go pokin' our noses inta the Hellfire Citadel, down in the basement where me dad and uncles played "Toss the peon's head through the hoop" back in the old days, and sure enough there's old Maggy, not dead and pumpin' out the blood. We kill the warlocks holdin' him in, and has us a pit boss party.






Picked me up some old-school chest and shoulder armor in Shat after it were over. Stuff still looks pretty good, don't it?

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Is Where The New Kid Gets Explained To

We has a new member in The Purge this week, a tasty piece of deadflesh named Zeenaa. Say hello you buggers.

Unfortunately, the kid went and lost a duel in Dalaran, and so Officer in Charge of Awesome Rimunathah had to talk to her about how we do things around here.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Cheevement Spam

We was a little short handed last week, on accounts of baseball games and critical meetings and Lady Jess' dog feeling peckish and eatin' her authenticator. So instead of suckin' down some more of Mr Grobbulus' Special Brew, we put on our finest and went ta the opera.


Now, Zinzi'd done run Kara back in the day, and I'd done it plenties in me dwarf disguise, but fer most of us it were the first time gettin' past Curator where we'd done got hung up over a year ago. So when we persuaded Prince Melawhateversthefuhg ta take a dirt nap, the cheevement spam did flow copious-like.


Weren't like the old days. Shade, that lazy glubberflugger, went and died before casting Flame Wreath even once, so nobody got ta move and blow up the raid. And Netherspite? "Um, if ya see a beam, go ahead and stand in it" were the strat I gave'em. Chess, though, that were a bitch. Took us three tries fer ta get the hang of it with six buggers. But we did, then went and paid Prince a visit, and that were that.

Is the obligatories money shot:

Friday, May 14, 2010

The Professional

Yeah, what?

Lord Arthas? This is Bone Lieutenant Grayson at the back gate. There's a woman here wants to talk to you.

What's she look like?

.... Serious.

Tell him I'm coming up.

She's coming up- **SHTUNK**

Somebody's coming up. Somebody serious.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Like Ben Franklin Said...

... only two things in life are certain, bub.
And this ain't taxes. **Snikt!**

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Is Better Late Than Never

Yeah, I know. Most buggers done got they's bronze drakes long ago. Most of the Team got them as well. But I just got one fer meself, and ya know what? Getting it late just means is shinier than everyone else's, plus the newest models just added a docking station fer yer iPod. So I's happy.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Galertruby's Guide To Child-Rearing

Garhhl. Gahhl galha Garrrahhalagh.

Gllah gahr allahhgrl ghallagl gah. Agh glahhgl glahhgl garrh gahhlahr glahhr, ga gallhahl! Aglhha gahllragl gllah aghhrla gahhllrah gah glaghhlh glahh. Aghahll garhhr glahhlglhaarhga ghallah allha, garrharlh agghal ga arhhh galahhargh. Glallh garrh, gahhlahglahhr agglh ahghlagl glagglha ga arhhh.

Gaghaha aglah agghr laghalagh grahagl, gaghaha glhahg agrgha laghahrag. Glhaggla agg larhg galhagga ghaha alahg, glah, gahaghga gahlgal allahg glha:
Glaglha gha, aggrahgl lahg gahhaglarh. Garrh glahaggl glha agghalarg agglahar ghaggl aglha. Agglh ahghlagla agh grrhal, gallha gra gahhllha gallraghl ahl lagglarh. Gahhaga:
Gahagrl!

Glahhgrl glah arrlh aggrhala gahhl glha. Glahg grahhglh glhhlhalha gahhr garrha, aglh glhha gharhl. Glhagl gllha ahhr glahhlglhaarhga ghallah allhag. Gllha garrharlh aglhha gahllragl. Gllah aghhrla gahhllrah gah glaghhlh glahh, gahhl aghhr garahhghlahhrgh aghraahl glhahhl gahhlah. Glah aghr Ghrallhahl gha gahrrlagahr agh gahlagh. Agghlagh garrh arhhlagh gahl grah glahhghl. Glahgl arhlg glah:
Glhargal glah agglha arglhaglh, gahalg aggla gahrlagghl. Laggharlag agglha gah. Aglh aglha gallh gahll gahrrallah. Agrhh glagglha gha ghrallhalha ghagglha gaharrgh glha agglahg, agh argalagh gahhll garhh ahhghr glahh.

Alhhagh gha,
Garrrahhalagh

Friday, May 7, 2010

Friday Night Drunken (Mostly) Obscure Movie Quotifyings

Ratshag: And now my friend, the firsht-a rule of Netherdrake racing.
What'sh-a behind me ish-a not important.

Kalishna: Here's some swiss cheese and some bullets...hic!

Palintera: And you! How long have you been a robber?
Phoenicia: Four foot one, shir.
Palintera: That long, eh? ...hic! Jolly good.

Orctacles: It'sh not my damn planet, monkey boy!

Gogmoth: I mean to kill you in one minute, Ned. Or see you hanged in Fort Shmith at Judge Parker's convenience. Which'll it be?...hic!
Ellspeth: I- tee-hee! I- tee-hee! I call that bold talk-*gigglesnort* I call that bold- *gigglegigglesnergglesnort* One-eyed fat man! Hahahahahahahahaha- *thud*
oopsie I fell down ...hic!

Kinnavieve: Take me... to! The volcano! ...hic!

Danger Mouse: Oh, hey, I know you. Sshquirrel boy.
Noggle: Uh, Hogarth.
Danger Mouse: By night known asssh Hogarth.

Alayda: Dere's a girl dere who will do *anything you want* fo fifty dollarsh an hour.
Dakoneris: Like what? ...hic!
Alayda: Anyding! If you want she'll dress like Santa Claus!
Dakoneris: Will shhe bring me a pony?
Alayda: You're a little unclear on de concept, mon.

Galertruby: Gaghaha aglah agghr laghalagh grahagl, gaghaha glhahg agrgha laghahrag. Glhaggla agg larhg, glah, gahaghga gahlgal allahg glha....hic!

Vyprania: I tell you, we got two categories of pilotsh around here. We got your prime pilots that get all the hot planesh, and we got your pud-knockers who dream about getting the hot planesh. Now what are you two pud-knockers gonna have? Huh?

Orphan Schlepping













Try and keep up, kids.*



*Is thanks ta The Scout Report fer the orphan quote of awesome.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Is Where Danger Mouse Answers Vyprania's Questions


Yeah, Legss, they're annoying, but you gotta take the little brats around anyway. Show them Undercity and Ratchet and all those other lovely tourist hotpssotsss.

Becausse you get Horde reputation, that's why. Isn't an excuse to not jousst for a day enough?

Fine, whatever, Alliance reputation. It's sstill reputation.

And you get petsss, Legs. Like a rat, which you can sshow to prissy little paladin girlss and make them shriek.

Well, no, not yet. But next time I'm sslipping him into her underwear drawer. That's jussst gotta work. Don't you think?

No, you're not allowed to kill your orphan and eat his brainss. You lose all your rep, and they won't give you a fressh one after.

But I know you were thinking it! You're just as undead as me, except for well, you know, the flesh falling off your boness and stuff.

Well, yeah, and that too.

All right, you go do yourss and I'll do mine. See you in an hour or sso. Embrace the Shadow, Legs.

You think maybe after Rattersss'll let us eat one of his?

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Have Ya Ever...

... gotten the sense what some serious fuggery is abouts ta go down, and if ya could get in on it, you could strike a good blow fer the side of good. Or the side of lesser evil. Or the side of thems what pays you. If only you could. Get. Off. The. Glubbernuggin'. Wyvern!