When trash respawns:
When trash respawns:
"This is the team you were telling me about?"
"Yes, ma’am. Bunch of shinin’ stars, ain’t they?"
Andrea looked out at the practicing players and cringed. She watched as the pitcher threw a ball that rolled between the batter’s feet, leading the batter to take a golf-club style swing which he somehow managed to miss by three inches.
"You said you guys were the best in the league?" Andrea asked, watching a new batter swing, clip the ball, and stare at it when it fell next to his left foot.
"Yes ma’am," Charlie answered, beaming. "Quite proud of that!"
"Is there any way I could see the other teams?"
"Why, sure, our greatest competition is right next door." Charlie led the way around a long, covered fence to a field attached to the one from which they had come. On the other side was a similar group of players.
Andrea watched as this team’s batter somehow got confused about where to stand and got pegged in the hip by an incoming ball. It took three more tries for a hit, which popped straight up and landed right in the pitcher’s glove.
"Are there any other teams?"
"Yeah, but they’re no where near the level we are." Andrea found that impossible to believe until she rounded the fence into the next practice field.
"Charlie, these are children.”
"Yup, but they try real hard."
"When you said you guys were the best in the league, this isn’t exactly what I expected. You say you’ve got a really strong team, so why don’t you play against…well, better teams?"
"Well, ma’am, if we did that, we wouldn’t be number one anymore."
"So what do you think, Miss Andrea, will y’all sponsor us?"
"I’ll have to get back to you. Do you have my number?"
My, what a big sword you have. o.O
Chi Cerca Trova has been around since shortly after launch, and has been raiding continuously since Molten Core. Our goal is to clear as much content as possible in the 9 hours we spend raiding every week. We’re mostly adults with jobs and families, so we understand the real life monster, but we ask for as much commitment as possible from our raiders. We also ask that raiders come prepared—know your class and spec, learn the encounters, bring consumables, and play to your highest
Because sometimes my guild is the BEST. :-D
Not the pic I was going for, but very glowy nevertheless.
The Wall of No—originally created to keep people from running into mobs in Bastion of Twilight—now serves only for my amusement.
Nethaera was talking about a poetry challenge, and I’ve got nothing but time. /eyes realm status.
How to handle maintenance day.
Thank you, Angry Orc!