The feeling you get in your loins from watching that dance scene in Footloose? I get that all the time wishing you all were here in the cozy Windswept hall.
Actually it’s draftt and full of sand. Gets in the britches
Guild leader for Goats of Thunder. No pants allowed.
We shave our opponents after each engagement. Often on the second floor of garrison. Just don’t forget to be shakin your bacon 🥓
Now serving the Donna Party of 2.5...its just like that other one except we started off even more famished.
"Its the FINAL COUNTDOWN. Ooooooh we're heading for Venus. And still we stand tall. Cuz maybe they've seen us, and welcome us alllllll."
(knocks dust loose from a rotting board) Well now would you look at that. The beating heart of a PVP player! It was here all along under this detritus. We'll just leave that here for safe keeping...
A man remarked one day that he enjoyed cashews a little too much, often was found wandering the mean streets of Detroit on his own and then would lay down his life for those that fit into his idea of comfort. Lo! Such a force was born from blood, boredom and a tumultuous BANG sound: Goats. BAAAAA.
Now featuring races with thieves attempting to outrun the Warclaw to prove how silly it is in practice. Much like using phrases such as "never eat spinach with a stranger"
Ever the resourceful group the guild banded together this week to pool 🏊♀️ “. Not gold. We actually swam together in a creek while singing La Bouche songs. You too could join this engaging content!
Come along for an adventure. One where we polish our horns nightly in an effort to determine how best to pierce our enemy. And the enemy behind that. Plus that wall. And maybe a lamp or two.
I’ve got a potato with your name on it. 🥔
My partners in crime have risen up against their golem god oppressors leaving us bereft and alone in a field of Wheaties. I'm not sure what that means but come join my guild anyway.
A conundrum wrapped in a riddle is still just a way to really communicate with people who want a fortune telling machine without a cookie. Those are fattening anyway and I'm trying to aim for more cardio.
It was the heat of the moment. Never did they look away until the wheel in the sky kept on turnin.
We still gather together nightly discussing tales of our exploits that are largely based on snack cheese, wafer thin mints and an almost insatiable love for clam chowder. I've also examined this statement and found it is a lie.
Switching focus to being more strict. Strictly amazing that is. We need scourges, firebrands and bubble boys. Please inquire if you have interest. Danke!
Seeking off meta players. Folks who enjoy playing outnumbered and those who wonder if "balance" is a mythical creature made from tears and dreams.
There are evenings where it may appear that we are playing with our Quip pistols while imitating a roadside assistance person. I assure you that just means you need to get a new prescription very quickly. Your eyes need to be checked!
Once I dreamed of eating donuts while roving around on a Mad Max style fire breathing car. I lead in WvW making vrooooom vroooom sounds while pretending that my mount is that exact same thing. Please join me in making my ghost train a reality.
Tune in next week to see if the Svanir ever opened that 7-Eleven chain they were looking into for alternative revenue streams.
We employ bears 🐻 to guard the danger from strangers. Oddly though this has attracted young people wearing leather...
This week we are featuring the lesser known Quaggan Commander in action! Simply must be seen to be believed. The goal is they must always live. For the good of the land.
One time we held a competition to see who could shave the most outlandish thing into their back hair. My aunt won that day.