Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Howdy shit man. Ok first run in Molten COre. On the pictures Magmadar. Hehe only 800k hitpoints and is reincarnation of the perfect killing machine, nope Maelcum, you have met your match. This fluffy dog wipes us, and we never got him.
'Daddy, can I have a doggy pls ^^'
In memoriam
BBB is no more...or so he tells me
These may be the last pictures ever to be taken of the kicking screaming en cursing Troll.
Heaven or hell beware, trouble is coming and it's name is Maelcum
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Making myself ready for MC
Oh boy oh boy, wat zie ik er stoer uit, evil gewoon. Ok heeft em wel 265goud gekost, van Deekin gekocht. Hehe laat nu net zien dat ik hem straks zelf vind ^^
Deep within the heart of the mountain, a group of elite adventurers braves one of the Lieutenants of Ragnaros. The hot air softly hums with the echoing whispers of mumbled incantations, unholy prayers and the rhythmic slapping of bowstrings. No other sound is to be heard. The living are silently but intensely concentrating on staying that way. The dead are quiet.
Ambushed, outnumbered and beaten within an inch of his life, Maelcum is desperately awaiting the much needed backup from his trusted buddy Wundagore. "Any moment NOW is fine by MEEEHEE!! *RIP* Ghello? *SHATTER* Buddy?" *PAIN*
Sunday, January 15, 2006
A crack team of rogues entered Blackrock Spire to gather intelligence on the operation of it's inhabitants. They found something. This detailed picture shows Lord Victor Nefarius, human Avatar of noone else then Nefarian, the Blackwinged son of the mad dragon Deathwing, Destroyer of Hope. At the moment of this picture he's instructing Lord Rend Blackhand to deal with the intruders. One rogue made it out alive.
Deep in the blasted lands lies the Dark Portal, entrance of death, gateway to destruction. Behind it lies a world shattered, a dream lost...