3 33 The Call
3 33 The Call The Eh Team displays their Rusted Proto-Drakes near the entrance to Ulduar, The Storm Peaks A Double-Edged Sword One-by-one, I pulled up the scheduled raid for Ulduar on our sign-up, looked for his name in the rotations, and deleted it. The restructure of the guild had been successful to such a degree that I had actually pulled off the trick of training my players to sign-up months in advance. Today it wasnt a blessing, it was a curse, because I had the frustrating task of deleting his sign-ups, one at a time. Each time I clicked delete, my gut laughed at me. You knew promoting him was going to cause you grief. And now hes walked and left you holding the bag. When are you going to start listening to me? I didnt want to listen. I liked the guy. He was funny, had been with us for years. His love of pizza and tacos was a well-known joke among the raid. He was family . I wanted to temper judgement with compassion, cut him a break for past offenses. Summer had ...