Most of the recruitment posts you’ll find here on Runetotem are seeking competent, level-headed, reliable players who understand the boss fights and know how to play their class. We here at IOOM feel that these guilds are setting the bar WAY TOO HIGH. At least one of our mages was retrieved – er, ‘recruited’ - from a storm drain using a coat hanger and a piece of moist chewing gum.
Our tent is so big that you’re probably already inside it and just haven’t realized it yet, although you may have been puzzling over the musty smell of canvas and cat urine.
Will yours finally be the finger to stopper our pressurized spray of fail?
Please take a moment to complete the questionnaire below.
1. Do your raid contributions often appear as ‘234444434445444444444444442” in guild chat?
2. Do you have a hotkey or macro that yells “PEAR SHAPED” and immediately ditches all weapons and armor?
3. Do you refuse to heal gnomes, claiming that they show up as pets in Grid?
4. Do you often arrive late, or not at all, to raids? If yes, please explain whether this tardiness/absenteeism is related in any way to either bacon or Funyuns.
5. Do you find it amusing and relevant that properly-glyphed priests now float about “in their own little cloud”?
If you’ve answered YES (or BACON) to any of the above questions, and have already sought the assistance of a licensed mental health professional, I would encourage you to slope over to ioom.enjin.com and take a whack at our application. (If it breaks apart and spills candy and lead-painted toys all over the ground, please send me a PM right away.)
We are a couple of weeks and one healer away from our first stabs at normal MV, running on Wednesday nights from 9:30 – 11:30 server or thereabouts.
Have fun; kill many things!
* From the Nobel Prize Committee documentation: ‘More harmless than harmful, <Is Out Of Mana> has single-handedly contributed more to the cause of raid boss longevity than all other Runetotem guilds combined. When entering a raid instance with IOOM, a great whisper of relief rises up from the dark places, running its fingers through your hair like a gentle breeze: “Our treasures are safe this night.” If you’re allied with those pursuing world peace in Azeroth, you’d be hard-pressed to find a group of men and women more dedicated to the cause. These guys are about as dangerous as a pink terrycloth bath robe, recently warmed and fluffed in the drier and set out together with a pair of white bunny slippers. It's more like raid regression than progression, in a sense.”
Ed. Note: Paladins. Pffft.
Edit: Funyuns are not spelled like "onions" according to my wife.