Crazy what happens when we actually get enough people to raid more than 1 night a week. 4 new heroics down this week. 8/12 total. Would be 9 but we were impatient and didn't even try Saurfang. I blame Valera, her DPS is awful.

So it goes like this:

25 people show up to raid.
We kill suckabitches like a boss.
I look like this after the raid.

That's right, a high-fiving bobcat is my spirit animal. Deal with it.

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©

I think what holds a lot of players and guilds back these days is a staunch refusal to think outside the box. They just run in to raid with flavor of the month classes and whatever cookie cutter specs they read about on the EJ forums. It's really depressing seeing all these generic guilds that are so proud of being able to follow a formula laid out for them by more creative players.

This is what sets Last Rites apart from the crowd. If we weren't constantly pushing boundaries and shifting paradigms, we'd never get anywhere. Bromine never would have experimented and found out that a 2700 Spell Power hunter can pull 13k DPS. Cylus never would have discovered that the shield proc from his legendary mace is increased by wearing Agi gear.

But truly our proudest moment in pure innovation was when our stout and brave rogues decided to buck the trend, damn the naysayers, and spec improved kick for the Sindragosa fight. The results speak for themselves.

Click it if you dare, but I advise you to wear a helmet, because I am about to blow your mind.

Frankly we were surprised Valithria even needed our help. That is, until we saw that Arthas' foul minions had found a way to shackle her legendary Big Beefy Arm. Luckily if there's one thing Last Rites is good at it's remembering the lube. We popped that arm right out and Val burninated the hell out of all those peasants.

On a side note, I'd really like to congratulate the Blizzard art team on this character model. Rarely have I seen something so majestic and awe inspiring.

After way too many attempts we finally convinced Lemmywinks to take a shower so people would be willing to get close enough to bite him. As a result Blood Queen Latifah took herself a dirt nap tonight. FINALLY. It was sweet.

Click for glorious full-size.

As you can see I was once again the last person standing. And once again I apparently did it in my old gear. I guess I do it for the challenge or something. It is absolutely and unequivocally not because I just re-use the same 5 character shots of myself and am far too lazy to take shots of anyone else.

This week we paid a visit to our old college chum Professor Putricide. He was, as always, a gracious and entertaining host.

Unfortunately the good professor has always had a bit of a weakness for grandpa's old cough syrup, if you know what I mean. He's a boozehound.

It's really not his fault, but once the poor fellow lets his demons take control he gets a little gropey and turns in to a real monster.

So we did what any good guests would do, beat him to death and stole his most prized possessions.

When Doves Cry.

Tonight we had to plead our case before the Blood Prince Council. In addition to Valera's many (MANY) sexual harassment charges there was also the matter of an apparent zoning violation when Lifethief tried to get his hot tub declared a sovereign nation with legalized prostitution. All of which paled in comparison to the litany of charges against our own Drboomkin(ladies, he's not a real doctor, stop falling for it).

Luckily we had our resident ace attorney on hand to argue the particulars. He unleashed a veritable purple rain of habeas corpuses and quid pro quos upon the unsuspecting council. They never stood a chance, why he was so confident he argued the entire case while wearing pre-expansion Naxx and AQ40 gear. And totally not because I was too lazy to take a new screenshot and this was the first one I found from the right angle.

The celebrity inspired creature designs continue. Frankly I am a little offended by this one. I feel they should have used a much hotter lesbian as a model for Festergut. Portia de Rossi maybe. Still, you have to admire the attention to detail.