Friday, May 15, 2009

Me And Mr. Crazy Tree Had Unfinished Business

That's right. Going all the way back to October 2007. Me and Warp Splinter had tangled, but no clear winner. And no Arcatraz key for Ratters. But tonight, the Purge wemt back to the Botanica, with two new members - Tarsius the grumpy drood, and Empy the death knugget. And we was gonna finish this business.


That there is one dead tree, and one live key fragment. A quick flight back to Shat, and I finally got to turn in this quest I's had in me log fer a year and a half. Felt fuhggin' good, I tells ya.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Random Album Is Random

The Game Dame done tagged me fer ta go do the random album cover meme thing. So, here it be: Brandenscheid's new album, Left To The Politicians. I figger is some sort of punk / nihilistic / angries at the world / really loud thing. Enjoys.



The way this works be:

1 - Go to “wikipedia.” Hit “random… Read More” 
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random 
The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band. 
2 - Go to “Random quotations” 
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 
The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album. 
3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” 
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days 
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. 
4 - Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

I gets fer ta tag now, So I says:
Totally Stopped Force
Pike the Wabbit
Need More Leafs

And oh yeah, credit where credit be do. Picture is from Pete Zarrria (off to Little Big Horn) and the text were generated using Cool Text.

Friday, May 8, 2009

The Culling of Stratholme

There we was, gettin' ready fer ta blocks them Infitish Dragonflight buggers from messin' up the timeline again. Them Bronze dragon buggers had done disguisified us, so's we'd look like pasty-skinned humans. Arthas and Uthur and Jaina is all "blah blah You can't do this blah blah I am your future king blah blah Scourge blah blah I won't help you blah blah blah." Enough alreadies! Let's get on with the hitting with me axe and the lewting of the phatz. Finally they's done talking and Uthur and Jaina walks away.As they go past me, though, Jaina slapped me on the arse and said "I'll see you later." 

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Is Where Children's Week Leads To Gossip

Somewhat random conversation in the BA chatroom, started by me noticing what one of me guildies remarking on having run into one of me readers:

Ratshag: from my Horde guild forum: "OMG.. Ratters has stalkers.. O.O"
Ratshag: followed by "Groupies! Throttle wants groupies! "
Nibuca: I'd grope ratters...
Nibuca: just sayin'
Lady Jess: just don't grope Pali...she had an unfortunate incident with diseased murlocs
Ratshag: yes. it was very upsetting
Ratshag: and she didn't even get any XP out of it...
Nibuca: oO
Lady Jess: oh she GOT Xp....
Lady Jess: and rep...
The Stoppable Force: but is it the kind of rep that anyone wants?
Ratshag: Not so much, no

Don't worry, Palintera. We won't tell yer mother.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Is Where Danger Mouse Doesn't Kill And Cannibalize Her Orphan

Helloooo.... Thiss is DangerMouse. I am Forsaken.

And you are a very small orc Ratters wants me to take sightseeing. Happy happy, I am a cheerful tour-directing abomination in the eyes of nature. I don't understand why I am doing this - you'll be dead someday, and then none of this will have mattered.

Yes, I will improve my reputation with the Horde factions, but why should I care? So someday I can get a kodo mount? Fegh! Kodos smell funny.

What? Watch it, kid, or we'll find out how great you smell when you're dead!



Yess, this is the dockss for the booming metropolis of Ratchet. Ratters says on sslow days, the Booty Bay whores come over to drum up ssome businesss. I suppose being young and male and breathing you'll be wanting ssome of-

No? Well, don't wait too long little orc. Ssoon enough you'll be dead, and then it will be too late.




This is the Mor'shan Rampart. And yes, it keepss all you little Hordelings ssafe, except for that gaping hole fifty yards to the East that the patrols never check for ssneaky Night Elvess...



No, you can't ssit in on the Lordaeron throne. Only we Forsaken are allowed to. Yess, I'm sure there's a rule about it, ssomewhere. You got a problem with that, short stuff, go pesster Sylvanass.



Okay, yeah, thiss ice cream is pretty good. Kind of ssparkly, even. No, you can't have any more. You want more icce cream? Go get your own orphan.



Yess, Cairne, I'm ssure the little rugrat wanted your hoofprint, so could you please jusst step on his chesst? No, he'll be fine - those orcss are tough, you know.

Fine, sstep on a piece of paper piece of paper and I'll give it to him. I suppose that will have to do...



So, here we are, back at the orphanage. Go be a good little orc. I hope thiss wasn't as boring for you as it wass for me. And kid? Embrace the Sshadow, for someday ssoon it will embrace you.