Seriously?!?

The raid that was not to be... So very frustrating.  Well, my toon can express it better than I can.

Kierraen: "Seriously?"

Draigoch: " What?"

Kierraen: "You're supposed to die.  You promised."

Draigoch: "No I didn't.  You must have mis-read the Turbine fineprint of this raid.  I am here voluntarily.  I'm allowed to protest and stop the raid at any time, and the GMs can't do anything about it.  I checked."

Kierraen: "No way!  That is SO not fair!  Did you not SEE us come back from a near wipe?"

Draigoch: "Sorry, I must have missed that part when I was trying to scratch an itch under my tail.  You'd never believe how hard it is for a dragon to do that."

Kierraen: "We only came in here with nine people you know.  Two died and accidentally ported themselves back to the entrance, so technically we were running this raid 7-man, and I'm pretty sure you would have died."

Draigoch: "Really?  Only seven of you?  Wow, I'm glad I stopped it then.  That would have been embarassing for me, being beaten by less than a full raid."

Kierraen: "Good grief, are you going to pull the 'It's all about me' QQ-fest in here? Now?"

Draigoch: "Yup."

Kierraen: "Well, not only did we get you down to 280K before you stuck us in the a@@, but we were doing it with two healers, and almost no DPS classes.  In fact, I think our hunter was one of the ones sitting it out back up at the entrance.  We had very little DPS."

Draigoch: "I was wondering why you were taking so long.  My contract clearly states that I should expect daily annoyances from you people that last less than 60 minutes.  You were dragging on to nearly three hours.  Oh, and would you tell the burg that I think he tickles?  Thanks."

Kierraen: "I will do no such thing."

Draigoch: "Please?  Really, how often do I get this opportunity to pass on messages to anyone?"

Kierraen: "Frankly from what I've been reading on the forums, you've been enjoying quite a lot of freedom with that 'screw-this-raid-i'm-not-dying' nonsense.  Just wish you hadn't picked on MY group.  I really wanted that symbol."

Draigoch: "Get over it.  They'll be a dime-a-dozen with update 6 when some new fancy first age crap gets released, and you all stop coming in here to visit me, and I'll be all alone."

Kierraen: "Well, would you blame us?  Really - I'm sure pulling this sort of stunt isn't winning you any fans right now either.  Your stupid contract must have made it clear that you should expect to die regularly."

Draigoch: "Well, frankly no - it's quite unclear and vague in that regards, so I'm going to have to defer that answer to my lawyers."

Kierraen: "You have lawyers?!? O.M.G."

Draigoch: "Of course I have legal representation.  Don't you?"

Kierraen: "Please shut up now... and get out of my picture.  I'm trying to take a photo as if we'd finished this stupid raid."

Draigoch: "Get over yourself, I'm gonna be in this picture, and maybe I'll finally get invited onto the Conan O'Brien show - he's kinda cute."

Kierraen: "Ewww.  Really?  Wow, clearly you don't get out much.  And you get TV down here?"

Draigoch: "Yup, full cable too.  Some DEV came in and said they had these left over servers but he couldn't remember whether they were for the Ettenmores or for me, so I kinda convinced him they were mine."

Kierraen: "Wow, kick a girl when she's down why don't you.  Seriously, you stole our Moors server upgrade?  This just gets better all the time..."

Draigoch: "He gave them to me, I didn't steal them.  I mean, okay, so perhaps I kinda snacked on his left leg and 'convinced' him to install my cable and WiFi service, but I can't really remember... he did taste a bit like bacon though..."

Kierraen: "Please shut up now, and get out of my picture."

Draigoch: "No."

Kierraen: "Really?  Come on, after three hours, you're just going to be annoying and stand there?"

Draigoch: "Yup."

Kierraen: "Well, could you at least lie down and PRETEND to be dead?"

Draigoch: "Nope."

Kierraen: "Come on, it's for my blog."

Draigoch: "Oh!  A blog?  Will it make me famous?"

Kierraen: "I think you already are... infamous I mean."

Draigoch: "Ouch, that was mean."

Kierraen: "Just lie down."

Draigoch: "Nope.  You may as well take your stupid picture and leave, because I'm not going anywhere."

Kierraen: "Wow.  Thanks a lot.  Really."

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Draigoch: "Oooh, can I see it?  Come on, let me see the pic!"

Kierraen: "Forget it.  You've been nothing but a royal pain-in-the-a@@ tonight."

Draigoch: "Whatever.  I'll just log in on my sweet new internet service, and check it out online later."

Kierraen: "Bastard."

Draigoch: "Don't let the cave door hit you on the way out, babe."


Love and hugs to all my fellow Dwarrowdelfians,

Sarharien -- Bowchick of Red and Collector of Shoes

Kierraen -- Minstrel of Delightful Octaves of Pain
Niphredila -- Warden of Gleeful Green Giggles