omg this thread is awesome!
the cats away mice will play lets hold hands tov holiday novelty tour honeymoon phase has worn off. looks like somone broke a pretty cut and dry rule with little grey area and we got a 25 page rnf with the mid tier vigilantes and some legends gracing us with their presence. welcome to tov!
now with the near month long suspensions and multiples repops inc, its gonna get good! what are you guys gonna do when something actually disputable happens. rnf needed blast of fresh air
Git in there u can real shitpost /ooc in the temple in the thick of the battles. U can /ooc, fuck w raid mobs and convince yourself your rustling ppl even if no one sees it, no one cares or legit doesn't even know what's going on. Even sweeter if youve been scorned by the badies in the past.
If u enjoy the watered down rnf tablescrap politics o man then u gonna love the real thing! Tighten your scabbard belts replenish your quivers get in there and give them hell, rewrite the history books and bask in the glory of this new communal age
now that the honeymoon is over its time to crank up the fun and get real with the joyous accomplishment of killing a dragon god, and the sheer satisfaction of doing it cause your team of adventurers were faster, more in sync, and more "skilled"
[You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]. we got casual folks been in the same guilds for years harboring secret boners for the fables pixels and experiences you guys are about to cherish. when i inspect a run of the mill casual w a hodgepodge tov rot piece stuck in there like a massive tacky chrome spoiler on a shity ricer, its truly incredible. time to make memories!
in the red corner looks like we got the inter continental cattle drive of three legend down syndrome cats that is csg, with whipping marlboro men at the helm who look like hardened veterans, but are actually dusty bitter old bastards trying to give it one last hoorah, full of regret for not doing this when they were strapping young men, and their eager stable boys looking at them wide eyed and full of wonder, while the old farts nervousely looking over their shoulders spinning tall tales to the youngins with slight variations, hoping they wont recite the same story they told around the fire the night before
in the other corner we got the up in comers, and the battle hardened one eye hyjal, with a few tricks up his sleeve, and a chip on his shoulder. and a hankering for competition not even old age, a fall from grace, flew to close to the sun damnation could quell.
Give em hell bois, lest you get outplayeddd