Tronco
02-12-2008, 12:48 AM
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Atchimonde Down - 5/5 Hyjal
Well Kiddies that's pretty much all she wrote for the battle of Mt. Hyjal. 5 bosses in the places, and all 5 are now lunch meat for the progression machine that is Halcyon Affinity. People are asking us what it was like to join in with the Night Elves in the fateful battle against Archimonde.
Let old Tronc-Diesel be the first one to tell you I have a new found disdain for the alliance after what I witnessed during our last jaunt into the past of Azeroth. We witnessed Jaina Proudmore, shitbag mage that stands in AoE and insists on meleeing with her staff. We witnessed Thrall the Warchief, fighting with wreckless abandon, laying down his life for the horde. However, nothing could prepair us for what we saw when we reached the world tree.
There we beheald the unfolding events just as history recorded it. Archimonde, general of the burning legion, scourge of worlds, approached the gargantuan world tree and began to drain it's life force, dooming this world. The night elf camp at the base of the tree had gathered it's forces on the opposite side, no doubt prepairing for a final assualt. The truth of the matter was pathetic, as HA discovered a sniveling mass of would-be demon slayers lamenting the loss of a tree that still stood. These contemptable cowards were waiting around for some overweight hermit to come blow a horn and summon fireflies to come and vanquish the world-slayer for them.
Halcyon Affinity had to stop and give pause, reflecting on our desire to actualy save such worthless beings. However, the future of the horde was at stake... and besides, we could always kill em all later.
Needless to say history can now reflect that 25 pissed off horde, stomped down into the valley, asked Archimonde for his lumberjack license and proceeded to open up an epic chest full of ass-whoop on the giant Grape Ape looking sack of monkey crap. Hyjal is done, stick a fork in it, and savor the sweet delicious epics that are stuck on the end of that fork.
"mmmmmmm farm statusy"
Atchimonde Down - 5/5 Hyjal
Well Kiddies that's pretty much all she wrote for the battle of Mt. Hyjal. 5 bosses in the places, and all 5 are now lunch meat for the progression machine that is Halcyon Affinity. People are asking us what it was like to join in with the Night Elves in the fateful battle against Archimonde.
Let old Tronc-Diesel be the first one to tell you I have a new found disdain for the alliance after what I witnessed during our last jaunt into the past of Azeroth. We witnessed Jaina Proudmore, shitbag mage that stands in AoE and insists on meleeing with her staff. We witnessed Thrall the Warchief, fighting with wreckless abandon, laying down his life for the horde. However, nothing could prepair us for what we saw when we reached the world tree.
There we beheald the unfolding events just as history recorded it. Archimonde, general of the burning legion, scourge of worlds, approached the gargantuan world tree and began to drain it's life force, dooming this world. The night elf camp at the base of the tree had gathered it's forces on the opposite side, no doubt prepairing for a final assualt. The truth of the matter was pathetic, as HA discovered a sniveling mass of would-be demon slayers lamenting the loss of a tree that still stood. These contemptable cowards were waiting around for some overweight hermit to come blow a horn and summon fireflies to come and vanquish the world-slayer for them.
Halcyon Affinity had to stop and give pause, reflecting on our desire to actualy save such worthless beings. However, the future of the horde was at stake... and besides, we could always kill em all later.
Needless to say history can now reflect that 25 pissed off horde, stomped down into the valley, asked Archimonde for his lumberjack license and proceeded to open up an epic chest full of ass-whoop on the giant Grape Ape looking sack of monkey crap. Hyjal is done, stick a fork in it, and savor the sweet delicious epics that are stuck on the end of that fork.
"mmmmmmm farm statusy"