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14 May 2009 @ 09:07 pm
So one of the tasks I was given in Wintersgrasp was to kill a bunch of bipedal furballs.

Not too big a hassle, but they tend to get troublesome in groups.

Then I get asked to take down three of them, and all three are slightly better n me.

Between siccing old Blue Butt on one, Fear-bombing the other two, and some well timed healing and life taps, I took all three of them down. HELL YEAH.

They didn't like the fact that I took their crate o crap, because three more proceeded to jump me. did they not *learn* the first time?!

This doo-hicky I'm entering this one has some very appropriate music- I am Amused.
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: 10 - Rob Zombie Living Dead Girl
24 October 2008 @ 10:46 pm
So Yeah- Zombie Plauge = WIN. High- larity.

Oh, Avoid Valormok for a bit, unless y'all want to join in on the fun. MuHAHAHAHAHA..
16 March 2008 @ 10:53 pm
Wicked. Last week, I got my 'noble' steed. He's fun to ride, as long as you don't mind the flaming hoofs, nostrils, and the smell of brimstone. But that could just be me. I've been experimenting with some of the spicier sammiches.
Current Mood: wicked
27 February 2008 @ 08:03 pm
Well, well, well. Looks like the 'mutual friend' finally got around to providing a few things. I finally got a gate controller yesterday, which is what bonivus has been using for a while now to let us poke our noses into your little world. Of course, the big dude also gets all the new shiny, too: he got this doohicky called a computer to post messages with. (To be fair, we've all been granted access to it: unfortuantely, I have to share a keyboard with tom_knobbins, and whoever else has small hands, which the burger club gets a giant one with letters they can actualy read on it- And don't ask me how the hell mutual friend got that machine to accept tauhe as a language- us undead can at least read Common, which is useful for everyone else around here.

Speaking of which, y'all might have noticed us raising hell (not literally!) in a certain community. Just so you know, it's all good, clean, wholesome family entertainment.

*notices that the succubus has started stripping... again. *

excuse me, I need to go and enforce that last sentence I just wrote. *grumbles*
19 January 2008 @ 07:04 pm
*finishes picking thorns out of armor*
*re-summons Makzazt*

Bloody hell. bonivus owes me a couple gold or a bit of his soul in a shard. I'd prefer the latter. Does he have any idea how much it costs to summon voidwalkers? It's not as easy as it might look, and they get cranky being pulled to this plane.

And tom_knobbins, my dear, YOU asked for a spicy sammich and said you could handle it when I warned you. Don't come bitching at me because it left a red mark on your underwear when it ate through your... oh wait, that 's TMI, isn't it. You did realize it was going to be hot when I noticed it eating through the back up set of armored gloves I carry, right?

Anyway, time to go and kill something. I'm too pissed off at the moment for anything rational, and besides, I can get more soul shards. Just like Pokémon! Gotta shard 'em all!
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
04 August 2007 @ 10:10 pm
So I got the travel bug. (Hey, it beats hanging around Tarren Mill). I'm exploring Ashenvale, when some schmuck in Durotaur starts talking to me out of the blue. Come to find out that he wants a summons. What do I look like, a freaking teleporter all of a sudden? so he goes on ignore. Then one of his guildmates (or something; they are in the same guild, but one's a much higher level warrior.. I dunno.) starts tear-assing into me: "man u a fukin dick i need to be summoned to u.. u asshole.. thats what locks do is help ppl so FU".

Aside from the obvious spelling and grammar deficiencies, that person got not only tossed on ignore, but reported for spam. LEARN TO TYPE AND ASK FOR A SUMMON, FOOL.

This lock does NOT help you if you can't type properly, or tell me what in the infernal realms you want.

And for your information, I'm *NOT* a man. these mounds of undead flesh on my chest are indicators of that!
Current Mood: amusedamused
12 February 2007 @ 05:20 pm
So Yeah. I'm not in the guild anymore. Apparently there was "Drama", and that's against the rules, and I was asked to leave, to make it look like we were not singling anyone out. Meh. It was more of a social club anyway, it's not like we were doing anything, ya know, important like raiding dungeons or stuff.

In any case, the big bull felt kinda sorry for me, and sent me a bunch of gold and instruction to make a new guild. So I did, but Finding people to sign the damn charter for "Silly Walks" is kind of a pain in the ass. I know I could easily "coerce" the cow, or the other bull to sign it, but there's this thing about needing both the signer and the holder of the charter to be in the same place at the same time. Tom refers to it at the "Superman" problem, whatever the hell that's supposed to be.

So anyway, here's a blatent advertisement if you are reading this: Perenolde, Horde side. Join Silly Walks.

We do have Rules, but they are very easy:

Names: If Blizzard has a problem with the name, then we have a problem with the name. (Duh)
Type of Guild: It's a social club. Not heavy on PVP, no raiding. Just a social club, really. The club is really intended for the "silly named" alts of Frost Wolves to find somewhere to hang with.
03 January 2007 @ 09:41 pm
I figured out how to take pictures. Trust me, I've looked better, but then, few of us really looked worse when we were alive.

Ya know, just in case you were wondering just what I look like. (Hint: Not this pic!)
Current Mood: amusedamused
01 January 2007 @ 10:30 pm
I've been a bit.. busy.

Call it intensive training with my succubus, or the imp. Maybe even the voidwalker, although he cracks me up every now and again. Doesn't matter.

I remember being alive. I remember a much more simple time, when life was slow paced, lazy, and you could just sit and watch the world go by.

But that's all in the distant past now. Sometimes I feel like I should maybe go back into the grave I came out of and wait for my body to finish rotting away. But then I realize that that won't happen. I don't know why, either. That part of being ressurected into this semblance of unlife by Sylvanas was never fully explained to me, and frankly I'm not sure I want to know.
Current Music: extracted Wow speech.
19 October 2006 @ 04:21 pm
I am to be reffered to as Miss Cheez, Madam Cheez, or even Grilled Cheez if you like. But don't ask me why.

So, who am I? Well, I'm sort on the dead side. Kinda like Tom "Assling" knobbins, or "Fabreeze makes me smell nice!" swang. But enough on that. I still remember Lorderon back when I was alive. It was a wonderful place, until the scourge came through and wiped us all out. I was not into the Dark Arts back then, I was just a humble peasent who happened to make a living tending to the farm, and making sammiches. When the scourge came through and killed most of us, I remember being very sick. It was a burning sensation, and I was in exquisite pain before I blacked out. My next memory is of being in total darkness, and a powerful voice stating that I could return back to life, for a price. I accepted and here I am. I gained an affinity for manipulating the powers of the Shadow, and summoning demons from the Hell I was in to assist me.

Why am I here? Sylvanias raised me from the dead. It was her voice that called me from my sleep. Although I have free will, I am sworn to help further the Foresaken. That was the price I accepted.

And why is it warm? I was in orgrimmar. It's a very different climate then the Undercity. :wrygrin: