It was do or die time as <Last Rites> entered the frosty environs of the Lich King's own throne room this evening. We were fed up with his babbling and he was fed up with us cluttering his nice clean room with bones. Something had to give.
Thus it was time to fire up the unstoppable <Last Rites> hate machine. A means of conveyance so foul and fiendish that Beelzebub himself wets his breech-cloths at the very mention of it. Black as night and constructed from the bones of the fallen, powered by seething anger and and a level of vitriolic misanthropy powerful enough to sunder the very heavens. On this dire construct we rode forth, confident that nothing could stand in our way.
After many trials and tribulations we finally got it through our heads what every single failure had in common. What was the crumbling mortar that would repeatedly lead to the downfall of our majestic machine? Who could possibly go so low as to sabotage his own guild time and again for nothing more than a lark? We could think of only one fiend diabolical enough to concoct such a plan, and thus was our new, foolproof plan enacted.
Operation Lemmy Is A Jerk And We Will Dance On His Grave was a resounding success.
Then we stood by his throne to take the same picture that every other guild has taken. Why? Because F U, that's why.
On behalf of Dillsfamily and all the officers that have been riding you all so hard these last few weeks, I'd like to thank everyone. And a special shout out goes out to all our healers, who really stepped up tonight and made this whole thing work.
Luckily I managed to snap a screenshot of these six kings and queens among men as they rode forth to battle on the aforementioned <Last Rites> Hate Machine©
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