 Nice mask ya got there, buddy. From the crucible of Ulduar he comes. His eyes glitter gold bearing the promise of conquest, A thousand foes defeated, a thousand yet to fall; He is the marking death blow at the end of all things. They cry for mercy, “Holytoilet, Holytoilet!” He bestows no mercy, expresses no pity, gives no reason. All that is known as his will is issued forth - What animus, what thoughts emerge from within that mask:
The above picture demonstrates how long we have been trying to get our damn blog in order. Cru had to send a new one:
That’s just sad. But we Phankers have been very busy lately. Very. I’ll get to that in a moment. First, let’s see what else has been living in my inbox from a few glorious Phankers who submitted to the mspaint competition months ago. MONTHS.
Crazy.
So as for what we have been up to… Many are still WoW’ing, some building huge ass koi ponds, some huge ass gardens, some trying so very hard to find another damn game, some dealing with babies, some starting companies… Lots of stuff. But we are back, and there will be more, so subscribe to us now. PHANK ON After a gruelling night of farming CT for more Amgydalan Masks, we found out that our favorite ooze had respawned so we made a mad dash there to beat Hoss, again. Suck it Zobb and Thuggo.  Beating Hoss to Acidic Mass After a few more minutes we got it down. Boots Dropped |
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