So, Happy New Year to all... well mostly all. Just before the holidays reached the climax we motley crew went out, festive cheer and cold drinks to hand. Merrily we sang songs of seasons of jolly and poked Julie with sticks. Good times.

So, to celebrate we decided to throw Dark and Joolz in to the pit of puking worms and angry birds whilst Taimay and Teccy flew like champions. The rest of us? Well, we ran around screaming for 15 minutes or so until the festive turkey landed at our feet, pre-cooked and looking plump. Hurrah!

So, lets hope that 2012 brings us even more fun times and maybe even a bit of extra purple bling. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR! \o/

Snow is falling, all around me. Merry Christmas, killing stuff...

The weather outside might well be frightful, but in an effort to keep Taimay warm (those clothes, in this weather, really?) we headed out to toast some chestnuts over an open fire. Turns out some idiot had covered the fire in armour and given it legs and an bloody attitude. Irate at Gwen's carol "singing" and disgusted by Haich's "festive cheer" Ryolith stomped around like a 3 year old with no cookies. Steps were taken, decisions were made, the clothes were coming off!

Happily he saw our side of the issue and lay down while Xent thrust his nuts in to his hot pocket and we all had a merry time \o/

Merry Christmas you stinking apes :D

So, suffering from aracana... arracca... aracnee... not liking spiders has always been one of those things you'll readily admit to. No one really likes the hairy legged, mutli-eyed, creepy leggedness of them so when you run up a slope following a manic priest shouting "oooo what's up here?" the last thing you want to find is a 25 foot tall spidery thing with a liking for fire and killing.

In the MV tradition we sent Haich for find a 30 foot tall glass and Mac to get a huge piece of card while Gwen opened the window so we could be rid of the offending bugger... unfortunately Haich tripped over Alpher's clown shoes, poked Beth'tilac in the knee with his pointy thing and all hell broke loose. Mighty jumped on web, Juliemahooly screamed for us to "standing the bloody circle! Doesn't that look like hugging to you?", Tecna tried to hug the floor too often and the rest of us panicked and started poking the spidery arse with sticks and spoons. Spiders don't like spoons. Beth'tilac fell over (probably Alpher's shoes again... really Alpher!) and we mugged her for the purples we'd heard about... apparently she has all the tank lootz ;)

One more notch for the collective bed post and this time it really was coyote ugly :O

We wondered when the Chav elements would invade WoW, we cowered at the thought of large earrings and high pitched squeals of "Leave 'im Darren, 'e's not wurf it!!" and we prayed the blight would pass by our small corner of the world... but in the end, all things come to pass.

So it was with a sure mind, a stout (several pints for Xent and Martha) heart and a firm belief that Gwendlyn would get royally pissed if we failed that we entered the fiery wastes of Chatham... er, The Firelands. We awaited the large, bald, tattooed man with his slavering Staffs on strings and we girded ourselves to withstand him abuse, beatings and chants of "I'll facking DO you!". In the end, as ever and after the obligatory early DPS death, we knobbled the work shy bastard.

Next time though, we're tying H's pally to Dergott's fury but to stop him moaning about range ;)