Fed Up ...

... with Brann Bronzebeard's terribad quasi-Scottish accent, Vyprania decides fer ta make an end of it once and for all.

Still Fishy To Me

Weeds? Empty Vial? Tangled Fishing Line??!? These just ain't fish in me book.

Still, is congo rats ta Vyppers.

Whiny Post Day?

Pffft. Yeah, bugger that. Got things ta hit with me axe, got exotic wimmens ta meet. Ain't got time fer whining.

Purdy

Some Fishes Is Fishier Than Other Fishes

So Vyprania the Death Knugget done been learnin' fer ta fish. Apparentlies she's gettin' tired of havin' ta ask Kinnavieve ta go catch up Dragonfins fer they's filets. Not sure what Kinna's gettin' in return - prolly makes Vyp polish her armor or some such. But I digresses.

Me point is, in my day, when ya caught a fish, it were, ya know, a fish. Not driftwood. Not tangled fishing line. And certainly not an empty rum bottle! Great googly moogly.

And one other thing - why is the rum gone???!?

Dance, Glubbernuggers! Dance!

The Purge is continuing our's efforts fer ta keep the rear echelons safe from a reborn Naxx while you major leaguers is huntings Arthas. Last night we busted our way inta the Plague Wing fer the first time. Was only seven of us on duty - we was missing master blasters Rym and Mr. Hoof. With only three dps we had some issues killin' them gargoyles before they could stoneskin and heal theyselves. "Fuhggit," I sez. "I gonna tank'em all." So Big Bad Guun got his fury on and whipped out his matching pair of ivory-handled axes (only a pimp from a cheap Southshore whorehouse would carry pearl-handled axes). We rumbled through them gargoyles just fine then an into Old Man Noth's crib. Lotta skeletons running around doing the "Rise my soldiers!" thing. "Fuhggit," I sez. "I gonna tank'em all." And I did.


After killing a whole crapton of icky things, we gets ta MC Heigan's Dance Studio. It were in fine form, with disco balls and an abomination spinning platters and a couple ghouls strippers up in dance cages. Gotta hand it to Heigan, he's put a lot of work inta the place. Everyone sez they's ready, so I throws me axe at the blutherdupper and we gets it on. Now this here were the first most of us had been to the Studio, and some of us had two left feet or our shoelaces tied tagether or got distracted watching the strippers. But we hung in there and eventually it were Heigan on the ground instead of us. Bugger slipped on a banananana peel or sumthin'.


Next week we's gonna go check out that Loatheb thing. I knows how ta tank him, and what instructions fer ta give the dps'ers about the spores. And Kinnavieve's told me there be something important about healing, but buggered if I understand it. I just gonna tell Zinzi and Tarsius ta stand in the back and waves they's arms like they always do.

I Likes It This Way Much Betters

Two years ago, I had me a set of tanking gear I were pretty happies with. Def capped, and plenty of stamina and armor fer anythings I were likely fer ta run into. Only problem were, I looked like a washed-up failure from that clown school. Ya know, the one where they carry axes. Today, I has me a new tanking set what I is pretty happy with. All the good stats, but now I looks like an orc warrior, not Bozo's "special" kid brother what wants ta be a axe muderer.


That were then:


This be now:


You buggers see the difference?