Three Amigos Ride!


Sixty percent of the mighty Left Foot of Darkness came together last night to complete the “Nice hat…” quest available from Don Pepe, or whatever his name is, who hangs out in the graveyard just north of Gadgetzan. [It's Don Carlos. I just looked it up. I like Don Pepe better.]

The quest itself takes place in Old Hilsbrad, reachable only through the Caverns of Time. Basically, Don Carlos challenges you to defeat his younger self in Hilsbrad in the distant past. His younger self wanders around Old Hilsbrad with pet wolf waiting for people to come and kick his ass.

Bob, Scotty, and myself took out young Carlos with little trouble; however, I did catch a bad case of death because one of my area effects attracted the wrath of a squad of wandering soldiers, who proceeded to wax my shiny ass. Luckily, they gave up after killing me and didn’t go for Scotty or Bob. I was still able to complete the quest once I made the ten hour journey from the graveyard in the Caverns of Time.

Once we had the Haliscan brimmed hats and the other Haliscan gear Scotty made for us, our outfits were complete. We spent the next twenty minutes playing around in Gadgetzan, taking pictures, dueling with fish and odd objects, and drinking Nogginfogger Elixir until we were accidentally eaten by some Horde guy’s mount while we were mini-mariachis.

It was a great little adventure and just proves that we can come together as a guild and have fun even though we have busy schedules. I think we played for about an hour and a half at most, and it was packed with fun. I haven’t laughed that hard in quite some time.

Let’s do it again soon.

Also, let’s give a big thanks to Bob, who coughed up some money for our Teamspeak server. The rest of 2008 is on Bob. Thanks Bob!

Waiting Game

I don’t even know who this giant is, or why we’ve killed him more than once, but I think it’s funny that we always wait around for him each time until someone, usually Bob, remembers that we have to talk to the questgiver in order to fight him.

Can you imagine the conversations while waiting to kill this guy?

Oh April, We Hardly Knew Ya

Marakus criesApril was one of those months we will not recall over campfires or blog about in years to come.

There were family emergencies, taxes, job issues, faires, homes purchased, Cats, and a bad case of the Wiggles.

However, we must not let this small but mighty band of valiant adventurers perish. We need a date for an instance. Let’s do what we can to make it happen soon.

I know that it’s difficult for everyone right now, but let’s set aside some time to revel in the stinky joy of each of our middle-aged friendship by killing hundreds of mobs as we attempt to gain loot that we can actually use.

 

About The Left Foot of Darkness

Started as a way to keep other players from asking us to join their guild, the Left Foot of Darkness slowly developed into a tightly knit group of ex-United States Army Special Forces who work as soldiers of fortune while being on the run from the military for a crime they didn't commit. Oh wait... that's the A-Team. Um, okay, the Left Foot of Darkness is a group of guys that have known each other for so many years that they are unable to get up off of their middle-aged butts and actually hang out, so they get together online and play World of Warcraft, uh.. and solve crimes from the Mystery Machine.