Tronco
11-26-2007, 12:22 AM
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Deep beneath Zangarmarsh, below the swamps and stinking mosquito infested pools of stagnant water, lies the Serpent Shrine. Twisted abominations of fins and fangs gather to worship false gods and aberitions. It would be these trecherous caves that Halcyon Affinity would delve into once again, to root out the scum that doesn't float to the top.
Stepping gingerly over such old news as Hydross and lurker, HA soon found itself even deeper in the cavernas, where the stench of tainted water stings the nostrils... and something else? What is that smell? WTF?! It looks like some giant fat ass purple dwarf! What kind of sick joke is this? The guy that holds our next cache of T5 loot is a Richard Simmons pity case with pigment problems?!
The strat is simple. we figure if we can make the fat tub of monkey crap jog for about 5 minutes he'll have a massive coronary, however, much like the obese retirees in Wal-Mart asking the staff to hand them boxes of twinkies from the higher shelves, Tidewalker has helping hands! Murlocs come streaming at the raid from all sides, we're flanked! ambushed! overwhelmed! Screw it, they're just murlocks! Blow em up and smile at the death rattle.
Moral: Tidewalker = Farm status. We are now a bigger threat to him than the huge yellow masses of sticky cholesterol that tumble through his veins. Tronc-daddy out!
Deep beneath Zangarmarsh, below the swamps and stinking mosquito infested pools of stagnant water, lies the Serpent Shrine. Twisted abominations of fins and fangs gather to worship false gods and aberitions. It would be these trecherous caves that Halcyon Affinity would delve into once again, to root out the scum that doesn't float to the top.
Stepping gingerly over such old news as Hydross and lurker, HA soon found itself even deeper in the cavernas, where the stench of tainted water stings the nostrils... and something else? What is that smell? WTF?! It looks like some giant fat ass purple dwarf! What kind of sick joke is this? The guy that holds our next cache of T5 loot is a Richard Simmons pity case with pigment problems?!
The strat is simple. we figure if we can make the fat tub of monkey crap jog for about 5 minutes he'll have a massive coronary, however, much like the obese retirees in Wal-Mart asking the staff to hand them boxes of twinkies from the higher shelves, Tidewalker has helping hands! Murlocs come streaming at the raid from all sides, we're flanked! ambushed! overwhelmed! Screw it, they're just murlocks! Blow em up and smile at the death rattle.
Moral: Tidewalker = Farm status. We are now a bigger threat to him than the huge yellow masses of sticky cholesterol that tumble through his veins. Tronc-daddy out!