Volume 2, Issue 3
August/September
Special points of inter-
est:
• Meet one of the guild
main healers,
Springtime in this
issue’s member
profile.
• Razlaghul, our friendly
neighborhood tank,
highlights the guilds
raiding progression
• Long time garment and
guild member,
Jacket brings to us
the epic tail, “Of Beef
and Chicken.”
• As usual, guild an-
nouncements are
highlighted on the
back page.
INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Raid Progression Con-
tinued
Of Beef and Chicken
Guild Member Profile:
Springtime
Darkfriends Needs
YOU!
Guild Announcements
Of Beef and Chicken
Continued
Guild Officer and Con-
tact Information
The Wheel of Time
Raid Progression
By Razlaghul, your friendly
neighbor hood tank.
As all of the articles fall
together to make the entire
newsletter it echoes the
same tune of our raiding
scene. The 25 man and
the 10 man raids are all
falling right into place as
summer begins to come
to a close. Group three
downed Yogg-Saron for
the guild first downing
after a very troubled
start off months ago.
The same group who
downed Malygos for the
first guild downing of
that boss, group two,
had its first successful
raid in months. But one
2 group is still hiccupping
Group 3 is the first group to successfully
a little. Group one, my
down Yogg-Saron on 10 man raiding.
2 group, has went
through several healers in
3 the past month. All, for
one reason or another,
have disappeared on us
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4
Blizzcon Highlights
4
By Blondi
4 Friday, August 21st, was
an exciting day for gaming
fans across the world as
Blizzcon began, announc-
ing new classes for Diablo
3, new changes to Star-
craft 2 and Badttlenet and
the new WOW expansion,
and our latest healer has
left us short on them once
again.
It is the end of the summer
and much like our senior
officers who have been
raiding for a long time have
said, summer is always a
major speed bump for
raiding because people
taking time off, going on
vacation and things of that
nature. However, as pre-
Cataclysm.
Our guild had a few mem-
bers go personally, with
several others accessing
the live feed and keeping
up to date on the live blogs
found in various places
online.
Darkriends Guild
dicted, as we get closer to
the end of the summer
things are beginning to
look brighter.
Collectively as a guild our
25 mans have been going
amazingly. We have
downed several new
bosses in the past couple
weeks and downing
Razorscale again after
avoiding him for a
month or two. I am per-
sonally proud of this
achievement as I was
the one who stratted out
the raid placement.
(Apologies for tooting
my own horn but I was
quite proud of all of us.)
Here it goes for all of
our new people we
wouldn't be where we
are without ya. Wel-
come all of you it is nice to
see new names and faces.
From Bularon's ridiculous
Keep an eye out for a new
section on the website
featuring a slide show of
pictures from Blizzcon and
screen shots from the live
feed. We’ll also highlight
the information released by
Blizzard regarding the
changes to WOW.
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Jacket grunted, heaved his huge bulk to am on my back at
his feet and looked around.
“As predicted, as we get
closer to the end of the
summer things are beginning
to look brighter.”
Of Beef and Chicken
By Jacket
It was cold and Jacket could
hear the wind blowing.
His head hurt.
He opened his
eyes, the faint
shapes circling
high above his
head at first
blurry, then
sharpening into
the silhouettes of
protodrakes.
Squinting, he
could just barely
make out the
fierce blue
women astride
them.
So, he thought, I
the base of the
Temple of Storms.
I wonder how I got here?
“Hey guy,” said a small
voice, “That was quite a
crash. You all right?”
Jacket grunted, heaved his
huge bulk to his feet and
looked around. The scene
that greeted his eyes looked
like the result of a goblin
experiment gone awry. He
was standing in the middle
an impact crater and every-
thing he owned was strewn
around like so much bomb
debris. There were pots,
Raid Progression Cont.
(Continued from page 1)
afk the other week in 25
man Ulduar, Darkruss' very
creepy laugh over vent an-
other ret pally to rip aggro
off of me, Magmoor, Zarukei
repeatedly asking in raid if
she's doing good, Shalea a
very nicely geared holy
priest being a nice addition
to 25 mans. That is not
nearly all of our new mem-
bers, it is very early in the
pans, food, bandages, trin-
kets, his Horde flag, his
spare set of armor with a
small chicken perched atop
the helmet, several dead
snakes, a broken lance,
some mining equipment and
everything was coated with
a thin layer of vaporized
bourbon from several ex-
ploded jugs. In the very
center of the crater lied his
prized red drake, its neck
bent almost double, clearly
very dead.
“Wow, we must have been
going a hundred miles an
hour when we hit the side of
that mountain!” Jacket
turned to find the speaker
but saw no one.
“Down here you great oaf.”
He looked down but saw
only his spare helmet and a
small chicken. The chicken
was regarding him with one
beady little eye, its head
cocked to the side in the
manner of its kind. Then,
very distinctly, the chicken
spoke.
“What’s ‘amata? You never
saw a chicken before?”
Jacket bent down to get a
closer look. Like all Tauren,
Jacket’s massive frame was
not built for subtlety, so his
mail armor rattled and
clanked as lowered himself
morning and
Blondi was
shouting at me
to get this fin-
ished so I tried to
include as many
of you as I could
WELCOME TO
ALL OF YOU!!!!
It will be nice to
get to know new
people and new
faces (P.S. If I
didn’t include The crazy cat lady of WoW.
T h e W h e e l o f T im e
like a slow avalanche to a
kneeling position, his huge
head only a few inches from
the little chicken.
“By the Earth Mother,” he
rumbled, “you can speak?”
“Oi! Your breath must be
one hundred proof!” The
chicken fluttered backward.
“Did the crash rattle your
brain? Do you not hear me
speaking now?”
“Where did you come
from?”
The chicken looked horri-
fied. “You mean you don’t
remember? You bought me
from that lady in the Shim-
mering Flats. You bought
me, then stuck me in your
bags and never took me out
again. That was three
freek’en years ago! At first it
wasn’t so bad in there.
There were ice cold milk
and bread or fish to eat but
about a year ago you
started eating all kinds weird
stuff. What exactly is a rav-
ager dog? And one time I
had to eat a weird fish be-
cause it was the only thing
left and it turned me into a
tiny pirate for an hour! Any-
way, I’m not going back in
there ever again.”
Jacket looked at the
chicken, then looked at the
destruction around him. He
you, you can
come and kick
me in the
shins and ill
give ya 10
gold only if
your really
new to the
guild. So
Rocket don't
come and
think you can
try it!)
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Guild Member Profile: Springtime
By Blondi
Springtime has been a
member of Darkfriends
since September of 2007
and currently holds a posi-
tion as a guild main healer
on his druid.
He plays everthing with
the exception of a priest
and hands down, his
favorite is the druid.
His favorite moment in
WoW is when he
humped a night elf he’d
just killed in cat form….
The screenshot is price-
less.
As with most anyone,
Springtime humping a Night Elf.
his least favorite moment
Favorite WoW video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOxkNOdpYPQ
Favorite Wow Guide: http://www.almostgaming.com/wowguides/wow-herbalism-guide-with-maps
Springtime received World of Warcraft
for Christmas one year.
Darkfriends Needs YOU!!!
By Blondi
Darkfriends is looking for
volunteers for different
things. The biggest area we
need assistance in at this
moment is the forums.
Blondi is looking for some-
one who has knowledge
about moderating forums
and is willing to help put in
some time and effort in sort-
ing old posts, applications
in WoW is dying. When not
playing WoW he can usually
be seen playing Madden 09,
hanging with friends and in
his words, “doing some
pimpin’.”
and the members list from
time to time.
For the most part, it’s a
simple task that merely
requires an occasional
check of the forums to make
sure posts are appropriate,
old members have posting
rights removed and posts
get moved to their correct
areas.
If you are interested in help-
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Springtime first started play-
ing the game because he
was young and wanted to
kill people. Since then he
has joined Darkfriends be-
cause his brother Moyder
Where the magic happens.
became a member and the
two enjoy gaming together.
His favorite raid boss is
Hodir in Ulduar. He feels
that Darkfriends is in a good
place right now, with a good
team of officers and a great
group of members.
When asked if there was
anything else he’d like to
add or share he replied:
“Gerbils?” And “I hate Alli- Springtime and his brother in
ance.” Washington DC
“Jagerbombs.”
ing out in this area, please knowledge on setting up a
contact Blondi in game for website store front, please
further information. speak with Blondi as we
will be making Darkfriends
In addition, anyone with the Guild merchandise avail-
ability to do graphics or able very soon.
photography, please contact
Blondi as there are some Thanks!
additional service that may
be needed at some point
and time for different areas
of the website.
In addition, anyone with
 Darkriends Guild
Announcements
Guild Leader - Belal
Guild Leader's Wife - Jinee
Officer (and Co Guild Lead) - Powerfuloz
Treasurer - Murderburger aka Zarj
• Group 1 would like a shadow priest • A page for the website regarding
Recruitment Officer - Moyder or ret pally. Please speak with our guild members experience at
Officer - Meowcake Belal or Blondi if you are interested Blizzcon will be up shortly.
Forum admin/Guild secretary - Blondi in filling this 10 man raid slot.
Officer - Zouljiin
• The website is undergoing a re-
DKP Officer - Rocketcow
Officer - Disciple
• Group 2 is looking for a tank, a design. While this is occurring,
Officer in Training - Razlaghul healer or two and some DPS, most pages will be viewable cor-
please speak with Murderburger or rectly in high resolution. Lower
Rocketcow for more information. resolution versions will be avail-
able in the future after the redes-
• Group 3 is looking for a resto sha- ign of the main pages is complete.
www.darkfriendsguild.com
www.forums.darkfriendsguild.com man or a holy pally to fill a healer
darkfriends.admin@gmail.com slot for late night 10 man raid spot. • If you would like to contribute to
Please speak with Disciple, Jacket the newsletter, please contact
or Strulla for more information. Blondi.

Of Beef and Chicken Cont.

straightened and sighed.
“Well, if your not going back
in the bags, then help me
clean this up. We will be late
to our group to investigate
Ulduar.”
*SQUAWK*
“After three years in your
bags all you have to say is
‘Help me clean up this
mess’? I aught to box your
ears! Why the nerve you
have, it’s unbelievable.”
Jacket, who had been pick-
ing things up and returning
them to his bags while the
chicken was speaking,
turned slowly and stared.
He flexed his massive fists;
leather, mail and flesh
creaked. Arcs of cyan elec-
tricity gathered about his
fists and an ominous crack-
ling filled the winter air.
“Okay, okay,” squawked the
chicken hurriedly, “Don’t get
bent out of shape!” The
chicken quickly seized the
end of the closest thing, a
broken lance, in its beak
and began to drag it over to
Jacket. “Mmph. Hreer, shee,
aam ‘elping”
Jacket turned around with-
out comment. As soon as
his back was facing the
chicken he grinned, though
he was careful to hide it
before the chicken could
see. Soon, between the two
of them, they had gathered
all of Jacket’s belongings
“Don’t get all bent out of
shape!”
and piled the things that
were too broken to be
burned. Finally, they turned
their attention the dead, and
now frozen, drake.
Jacket eyed the drake then
sighed. It couldn’t be
helped. He would have to
resurrect the thing. He
reached deep within him-
self, down to the connection
with the Earth Mother from
which all shamanistic power
flowed. Green light welled
between his fingers, swirling
like leaves in a tempest. He
let the power build for a few
seconds then released it
and the resurrected drake
stepped out of a column of
white light, leaving its old
bones behind.
The drake looked dazedly
around for a moment, fo-
cused on Jacket and then
promptly attempted to bite
him. Jacket dodge then
slugged the drake in the
nose. Taking advantage of
the drake’s renewed daze,
he fished around in this
bags and found a large
chunk of mammoth. He
offered it to the drake and
the beast quickly swallowed
it up. The drake snuggled
up against Jacket, making a
noise that would have been
purring if it had not sounded
like a Gnomish steam en-
gine stuck in low gear.
“Well chicken, if you are not
going back in the bags then
I suggest you fly up and sit
on my shoulder. We need to
get going or we will be late.”
The chicken eyed Jackets
shoulder armor with its
spikes, skulls and the
strange blue energy welling
from deep within. “What’s
that blue stuff coming off it
like that?”
“Uh? Oh I don’t know, it’s
magic I suppose.”
“Ah, I don’t know, I think I’ll
just perch up on your hump
instead.”
“My what?!”
“Uh, oh I mean your, uh,
your back . . . thing. Oh,
right up here.” The chicken
fluttered up and settled on
Jacket’s hump, right behind
his head. “See. I can get a
good grip on your mane
here.”
“Fine.” Jacket sent a quick
burst of flame into the pile of
broken belongings and then
mounted the drake. The
drake vaulted upwards,
wings spread like hands to
grip cerulean sky and they
renewed their flight toward
Ulduar.
“Hooray,” crowed the
chicken, “Off to Ulduar on
the Warchief’s business.
This is so exciting!”
“We have to stop at
Grom’arsh Crash site first. I
hear they have a delicious
draft lager that is so good it
makes you float.”
“Oh no, you’re gonna get
drunk and we’re gonna
crash again aren’t we?”
“Shut up chicken.”