Rhoach

Well done...

What am I, some kind of magical goodies creator? Today's generation wants me to hand 'em everything on a silver platter, not like the old days! Why, I remember when *grumble grumble* over seventeen hundred hours straight *grumble grumble* up hill both ways *grumble grumble* *walks off cantankerously, muttering to himself*

Ditto. Jebus.

Rhoach, idly picking his nose, watched as the deadie cantered into camp on her undead steed. As she dismounted and began searching the camp furtively, he hopped down from the tree he had been perched in and addressed her. "ey deadie!" he called. "What's that gleam in yer eye? Ya look like ya've got blood on the brain!"

Wowza. Seems like something like this should be built into the RP server

Sexy sexiness.

Excellent, excellent. *proceeds to cut & paste Ashley's and Houli's heads into the nuttiest flash animation since Hyakugojyuuichi*

Hmmmmm... *charters a zeppelin for the western plaguelands*

Yes, yes, it's all coming together... *rubs his hands mischieviously and heads off towards the mailbox*

A shadowy figure approaches a tent in the Skullcrusher encampment. The tent has a sign that reads "Out to lunch until further notice." The figure rips down the sign, tosses it into the bushes, and ducks under the flap of the tent for some well-earned, if not deserved, rest.

*applauds*

Hey now, I'm much more fun to bonk than that walkin' sack 'o beef!

*sigh* I've been hearin' WoW callin' my name in the dark watches of the night. Just when I'd been clean for almost a year... Both Haq and Borg have called me, and I think that's what finally put me back over the edge. Expect to see my sorry ass back in action within two weeks. *salutes sardonically and ambles off*

*grins at Maube* Now what kind of a welcome back is that?

Whatever. You chumps couldn't take down a rabbit.

Silly cow.

A figure in the shadows watches Volonazra's departure with a rueful grin. "May we meet in the future, ya old ######... ya were good fer the clan."

Thanks for the kind words, all. Know that I've read them all and taken them to heart.

IC: All was quiet in the Skullcrusher encampment. The full moon was up, and the haunting cry of an owl permeated the night air. A shadow briefly disturbed the tranquility of the nocturnal symphony as it darted into a tent at the edge of camp. After a long moment, it emerged again, and made its way into the night, carrying large packs of supplies as if it planned on going on a long journey. ....... When morning came, there was a parchment pinned up on the tent. It read: "Out to lunch until further notice. Walk in shadows, Crushers." OOC: Alright, I've delayed this as long as economically and academically possible, but I'm afraid now is the time I must say goodbye, at least for now. I simply don't have the time to play WoW, short of dropping out of college, quitting my band, and alienating myself from my friends. I thank you, Crushers, for being who you've been to me all this time. I would have quit long ago had it not been for you guys. I could go on for pages about your generosity, friendliness, and awesomeness in general, but I'd be here all day. After this semester in college, I will definitely consider renewing my subscription. I will have to assess my situation then. I hate long goodbyes, so in parting: Slit an elf throat fer me. And that's OOC. p.s. If anyone needs to reach me for any reason, ya can catch me at libralizard@hotmail.com

Yay Huato!

Very nice

Hm... link shows nothing on the page. Maybe Blizzard has some refreshing system or somesuch and it got rehashed?

Son of a... Well, the person I got gifts for is probably using gear that's ten times better by now. Ah well. *scratches his head* Who was I supposed to give these things to, anyway? Ah well. *tosses some brightly wrapped packages into the mailbox* They'll probably get where they're supposed to go. As for your question, Huat, I'm gonna fire 'er back up today. Got back from the holidays 3 days ago, and I'm up for some good ol' fashioned WoW'n!

*a figure slips by, hastily scribbles on the bottom portion of the notice, and moves on.* Entrant: Rhoach Mount: Disappointment 60th season