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I find myself in a moral grey area that seems more grey than usual. But before I begin, I should probably say I mis-described my new guild. When I was detailing our scheduling issues, I inadvertently deployed the word ‘casual’. Labels are stupid and contagious anyway but it bugs the crap out of me that I can’t . . . → Read More: A Noble Italian call’d Signior Dildo Chas and I are pretty committed to our server jump – bizarrely, it’s really motivated me to get off Tam’s arse and get to grips with useful things I should be able to bring to a new guild, fishing, cooking, a clue, that kind of thing. Sadly, the clue is still pending. But, while engaged in this . . . → Read More: Dead Men Can’t Dance Wow. Just wow. The world is a funny place. So, remember the Lying Lying Liar who threw me into such a tizzy? She’s now … … wait for it … the co-leader of our guild. Like, say what? What the fuck? I went from outraged to finding it indescribably hilarious in the span of about ten minutes. It’s . . . → Read More: My flabber is well and truly gasted Quote of the day: “You could always solo it with a healer.” *splutter* *rage* That is so totally indicative about the way annoying people think about healers. Solo it with a healer, my arse. If you have a healer with you, be definition that’s not solo-ing. Healer. . . . → Read More: I think I could hate my guild… |
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