January 7, 2010. What a great way to kick in the new year! Rolling around in stitched bodyparts covered in ooze and vomit, crawling across the floor for help to get rid of itching diseases letting out poisonous gas. Sounds like the day after New Year's Eve to Elecrriciaan, I know. But to the rest of us that's something out of the ordinary. Festergut wasn't as bad as he looked like. The rumoured to be super high dps requirements turned out to be... well pretty high but nothing our dps couldn't handle. It wasn't the cleanest kill ever but what'd you expect in a room full of goo! Rotface didn't look much better. He at least had the decency to not have us puke on eachother and took over the vomit spitting himself while chasing Annatâr across the room with big blobs of doom. Coordinating the gunk to be dropped off at some not so slimey position proved to be harder than calculated and at the end the room was in a mess. Fortunately a mess with epic loot in it so not as bad as you may think.
Blåtira for the Outcast Gazette
Visitorq was so happy with all the goo that she turned into a bird and started to blast the raid with arcane lightorbs






