Written by Gare
Wednesday, 09 November 2005

Sometimes, one picture can speak more than a thousand words. But in this case it does not do justice for the practice, precision, co-ordination and teamwork we have done to achieve it.

He is dead, only the carcass remains.

My fingers are not enough to count how many times we got him to 40%, 25% to 18% and to 10% before every minor detail was locked so thight you could not even put a needle between them. We got so good in clearing the Broodlord trash that any day given, even with 3 mages and 2 warlocks we can push up to prep-spot in 15 minutes flat. That’s how much we practiced.

Now it’s done. Whole fucking guild exploded when he died, 100% to 0%, flawless. It was like a school example how Broodlord is killed without usign a single Flasks of Titans, location exploits or logouts on the Horde side. I have never had my pulse raving at 180, adrenaline still high as hell and hands covered with sweat 30 minutes after the kill.

Our horrible luck with weapons finaly came to an end tonight. Not a single weapon has dropped for us in last 2 months of raiding, not in BWL nor in MC. Today, at Broodlord, gods of the server random gave us a break. Congratulations Socra for Maladath, Runed Blade of the Black Flight.

What next, you ask? Now we are going to get drunk and then kill some Drakes in BWL.

Gare out.