BDA loot distribution?

[dafier]

The items I've given back to the guild after winning them and passing them on, I've never experienced an officer saying:

/tell Rebbon Glorious sir, please allow us to have XXX pixels back since you are going to replace them with XXX pixels. Does this upset you?

[Legday]

Originally Posted by dafier [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

The items I've given back to the guild after winning them and passing them on, I've never experienced an officer saying:

/tell Rebbon Glorious sir, please allow us to have XXX pixels back since you are going to replace them with XXX pixels. Does this upset you?

Yeah, like I said, we do that too.

[dafier]

Originally Posted by Legday [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Yeah, like I said, we do that too.

And that's cool. As far as I know, there is no asking for stuff back except for rare circumstances like the eye of inny thing.

The truth has already been written pages back regarding that.

[Stormfists]

Juevento you kirked????

[scooter]

I miss slydexx

[Swish]

Well I just spent far too long catching up on the 11 pages I missed and I have to say it was entertaining watching Chest F5 all afternoon to try and spin/deflect all the shit people were talking lol.

I like how a guild that calls themselves "casual" has such a hardline stance on what should happen to acquired raid pixels.

[Sadre Spinegnawer]

Let's say you have a banjo. It's an ok banjo, but not the best. It was given to you by your younger brother who has spina bifida, who gave it to you because he wants to help you fulfill your dream of playing the banjo professionally someday.

One day, through hard work, you get a really good banjo while doing a gig down in Nashville, your dream gig.

Is the thesis of this thread, that fuck your younger brother with spina bifida, that old banjo is still yours?

Cold.

[zanderklocke]

Originally Posted by Sadre Spinegnawer [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Let's say you have a banjo. It's an ok banjo, but not the best. It was given to you by your younger brother who has spina bifida, who gave it to you because he wants to help you fulfill your dream of playing the banjo professionally someday.

One day, through hard work, you get a really good banjo while doing a gig down in Nashville, your dream gig.

Is the thesis of this thread, that fuck your younger brother with spina bifida, that old banjo is still yours?

Cold.

So are you saying BDA has spina bifida?

No, but really, a better analogy would be to remove the illness and indicate that you and your brother earned the first banjo together.

[Kekephee]

Imagine you have a neighbor who's a mean old bastard and he owns a famous gold-plated banjo. You and your brothers decide to go over to his house and take it because he shot your dog. When you arrive, three of the special ed kids from your school are struggling to get into the house. They call you a retard and laugh at you for not having the banjo. You walk in through the front door, which is unlocked, and go to get it. But Chest is already there, and he's wearing a Darth Vader costume. He yells at you for a while. Not once during any of this do you even think about going to Red.

[Sadre Spinegnawer]

Originally Posted by Kekephee [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Imagine you have a neighbor who's a mean old bastard and he owns a famous gold-plated banjo. You and your brothers decide to go over to his house and take it because he shot your dog. When you arrive, three of the special ed kids from your school are struggling to get into the house. They call you a retard and laugh at you for not having the banjo. You walk in through the front door, which is unlocked, and go to get it. But Chest is already there, and he's wearing a Darth Vader costume. He yells at you for a while. Not once during any of this do you even think about going to Red.

The fact is, it has never been proven any of the officers of BDA shot our dogs, even though, to be honest, a lot of us lost dogs after we recruited. The fact remains we all got banjos, and we are not afraid to play them.