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If Nihilum did split it would be beneficial to everyone except a handful of people that are neck-deep in dragon haste already. And who cares about them? | |||
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#102
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![]() There aren't enough people to split to make sustainable guilds.
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Checkraise Dragonslayer <Retired>
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#104
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![]() The problem is there's Nihilum - and no other option.
Get a decent guild of no bads/mads and maybe you'll attract people, it's why I left. People like Mafakka and Lite trying to act like big shit runnen the show? Get the fuck out scrubs. | ||
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#105
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![]() Casey a little slow, it's ok dawg we know that's why your news posts arn't funny.
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#106
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![]() I think what my imposter is trying to say is that there is a major problem with egos on this server. Whoever my imposter plays in game is probably upset that I have a Crown of Rile and countless other precious loots. I put in many hours to build my DKP to a respectable number (don't be mad). These are the trade-offs you must make to be the best. We are the best and I accept that sometimes you have to sacrifice in order to be the best.
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#107
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Wipe it clean. | ||||
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#108
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Maybe you should try World of Warcraft. | |||
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#110
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![]() People are upset about Holocaust members joining Nihilum. Really, the choice was easy. Ever since the beginning of the server I was extremely attracted to Nizzar's play style and leadership ability. When he would port around with Lovely on his druid and fight us it was really a great time. We'd shit talk each other, have some laughs, and in the end we'd joke with each other.
Then things became...more complicated. People became more entrenched in their positions. The hate began to grow on both sides. However, Nizzar and myself maintained a very amicable relationship that was bordering on fondness. We talked daily. Our communications always remained respectable and professional. He'd kill me sometimes, sometimes we'd kill him. I always made sure he was okay afterwards and consoled him during periods of anguish or frustration. One day it just happened. I remember it clearly. The desert madmen were murmuring and skulking about the Southern Deserts of Ro. The moss snakes, satiated with the sun on their cold bellies in the afternoon light, were hissing. Even the dreaded orc camps were relatively peaceful and quiet. I saw him. A noble hero in his Vermiculated armor teleported into the ancient druid ruins alone. He began his afternoon meditation. I stuck my head up from behind a rock and let out a quiet groan of pleasure. The powerful druid's eyes were fixed upon, nay, locked upon my succulent dwarf body. What happened next could only be described as magic beyond the power of all the magical forces in Felwithe. We became one in body and soul. To this day I pledge my allegiance to this great man. The most gentle, innocent and kind man to have ever walked upon the sands of the Southern Desert of Ro. | ||
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