Gothmogs
Member of Twenty Pershent Shober, Member of WAMA (Warlocks against Minion Abuse) Prefers Gnomes over Night Elves, Prefers Cake over Pie. Likes: Red Wine, Battlegrounds, dead Night Elves Dislikes: Chicken, Simpsons, Dailies and all instances with no ingame map
I usually have a quick scan of my favourite wow related forums, when I have an extended breather at work. This post caught my eye, and gave me some inspiration to rant!
Even though I am somewhat guilty, well I think pretty much every player is guilty of some minor offences, except maybe Shell ? Judging by Shell’s incredible disdain to quest-helper (She reckons its cheating) she may be one of the few innocents.
This is my favourite chronicle, but there are quite a few inside jokes, as Bonzo wrote this primarily for our guild, not really intended for the wider audience. However, I am confident you will still enjoy it.
Bonzo mentioned in his previous comment, that “Unleashed” is the guild’s scapegoat, ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING that goes wrong, its all Pambos’ fault. So if the server is down or there are no more additional instances or gawd forbid there is no more whiskey, you can rest assured its probably Pambos’s fault.
Malignant, well really thats Mal.
Magpawacar is one of those WOW Fortune 500 members, as you will gather! There are more, but I am sure you want to get started on reading what Bonzo, our unlikely hero of the Horde got up to this time.
Bonzo returns he has recovered from his identity crisis, his battle wounds from Icecrown Citadel have all been attended to by The Royal Apothecary Society, everything is ship shape, or is it?
Our unlikely hero of the Horde returns from his daring feats in the Icecrown Citadel a.k.a S&M Barbie Palace. Unfortunately our brave “cow” is suffering from an identity crisis. (It must have been all that thinking about Sylvanas, camels and hamsters!)
Warning : Once again contains rude words
The thing is, I’m a cow. Deep down I know this to be true. I may walk and talk and beat the crap out of things with pointy sticks, but I’m still a cow. And I’m an angry cow. I don’t suffer fools. Or people I dislike. There are lots of those types around.
Well, my point is that I’m a cow who can do stuff. I’m evolved. I don’t just eat grass all day and shit down my legs. I have the ability to think. Well, to a certain extent. But not only am I a cow, I’m a cow who inhabits other people’s bodies!
What does this all mean? It means, my friends, that there’s magic in the air. Magic and witchcraft.
The only word that can describe my futile attempts in player versus player combat is tragic. Okay, I haven’t as of yet had a spell reflect that kills me.
Arena is a no go area. World PVP is just a severe embarrassment and I am the epitome of a carebear.
No “If it’s red it’s dead” mantra with me. Don’t get me wrong I get tempted even though I am slightly against the principle of ganking baby levels, but most of the time I just let them get on with it, the biggest reason being that they may actually have a chance to annihilate me. Yes I am that bad and if you’re over, say, 65, you may get the oppurtunity to boast in /g “Just pwned a noob level 80 lock.”
I still love the odd forays into battlegrounds. Indeed I am a sucker for punishment, at least here I can hide behind the masses and happily dot anything that’s red and moves. That is until that one player finds me and when that player finds me I become the big “get your honour here” special.
Recently there has been this massive eruption of creativity spurting all over our guild’s forums (I want to know what exactly are they all drinking?) Machinimia, some fantasy writing and now a creative take on Icecrown Citadel, which I have begged and pleaded with the author to publish for all of you Dreamers. Its long but well worth the read!
You may know him you may not know him but now he is most definitely an unlikely hero “For the Horde”
