The night started out usual enough, dropping a few here and there, doing our best to please our prospective lovers. Here's the 2nd time we got Pure Evil of the night. Damn him and his reflect items. We had to do it the old fashion way, much to the chagrin of the spiders who had made their homes in my cobweb encased scimitar. Props go out to him for trying to fight it out against unwinnable odds.

Now here's when the fun really started. We wandered into shame 1 expecting to not see anyone like usual, but low and behold there were roughly 7 guys right inside the entrance. After soiling myself from thinking a trap had been set, we quickly went to work leaving our prey in the usual easy access horizontal position.

Damn these fame hunters standing on their perch lobbing evil magiks on the hapless ophidians. Unfortunately some monsters know how to walk up a grass incline . . . Zead's dead, baby. Zead's dead.

Only three bodies left after what was in actuality a pretty sketchy battle in shame 3. We were slightly outnumbered and I was expecting one of us to catch one eb too many and bite it but luckily we came out unscathed. True to form the blues started recalling out en masse after a couple of their brethren ate dungeon floor. Admittedly, if they had known we were coming it could've gotten ugly.

Ahh, the classic guard-area dash attempt by the moonglow cemetery patrons. Sorry fellas, we've seen that one before.

More moonglow cemetery patrons. What's a cemetery without bodies, right? I would also like to say, for the record, Saleya has a nice ass. I think she works out.

The funnest battle of the night. Wandered into a group of purple-clad individuals who I assume were in the same guild that were determined to make a stand. Unfortunately I crashed in the middle of the fight and didn't get to see all of it but the parts I did catch were amusing to say the least. Logged back in just in time to shove the finishing eb up Morgan's oh so sexy posterior.

After tucking the young ones into bed, Sex Machine and I decide to go for one last tour, deciding the ledge jockeys will pay for their insolence.

Shouts go out to the two new fellas that joined in on the day's festivities: Vulcan Frost and Rest. A very sexable day indeed.