Hi.
Hereby I declare this blog to be the property of Meiva (MINE, ALL MINE)!
Since I do have some respect for the original founder and general public, I give you 2 days to express your opinion on the subject.
If YOU fail to do so, I will consider it as an agreement.
Muahahahahaa!
quinta-feira, 6 de janeiro de 2011
sexta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2010
sexta-feira, 20 de agosto de 2010
Silent Blog
Si-lent blo-og, ho-ly blo-og,
All is ca-lm, all is blob
Whi-le your sle-eping blo-gers snore
Someone silently tapping your door
Sle-ep in hea-venly pea-ce
Sle-ep in hea-venly pea-ce...
Now WAKE UP!
Someone is about to trololol you :>
segunda-feira, 14 de junho de 2010
Personalidade da semana: Braske
Braske is the Lithuanian word for "Blood and guts thirsty person who likes to eat strawberries while smashing cabbages". Why do the Lithuanians have a word to describe such a person? We don't know but I'm assuming that, as descendant from the crossover between Vikings and Genghis Khan's Mongols, they have a lot of genetic confused cells.
When she joined our guild she was a lost and orphaned druid called Meiva, who nobody could accept as their own due to her being who she is. She wandered throw Dalaran's streets begging for whispers and some acceptance. Because the golden hearted Guild Master had some raiding history with this disturbed druid he invited her to join Pânico Coordenado so she could have a home. She won a home and a group of persons to whom she could call friends (and these ones were not from the hospital or NPC as the previous ones) and all was good.
As she was the only non-Portuguese (Boibumba and Tempestade don't count because they're Brazilians) person, she was still a little bit lonely so everyone, especially the GM, keep asking time after time, day after day, week after week, for her joining a raid and be with the guys. But she was a rude and bad mouthing person and every time that the GM asked politely and kindly for her to join she always answered with Lithuanian curses that would chill Marilyn Mason.
But one day she accepted the invitation and she raided with us and we all singed and gave her lots of gear she would sell later. All was good and everyone went to sleep in peace with the Universe. The next day, however, Meiva ninja'ed the guild bank, wrote hate letters to everyone, covered Dalaran with stupid graffiti portraying her former guildies and left without saying 'thank you'. She joined a 25-men raiding guild, seduced every man and woman with her sweet talks learned in our guild and climbed to the top ranks.
Everyone was sad. The ones who had donated a lung or a kidney felt more betrayed when they learned that she had sell the organs to buy a motorcycle which she rides to Zul Gurub every week.
Here comes Braske. Braske is the forth half of her splinted personality. Braske, who raids always drunk and cooks a terrible, terrible fish feast, asked to join the guild with the promise that all the bad things and attitudes stayed with Meiva. So far we haven't noticed the difference.
Braske is a Priestess. Now, you think, being a Priestess she most certain a Healer. Wrong. She is not. If she worked at a Hospital as a doctor, the patients would have better chances going directly to the morgue. She messes healing so much that her heals cause actually physical pain IRL. So, she stays in Shadowform most of the time, one job that she can do pretty well if there aren't other priests around. From time to time, because pain can be sometimes liberating, we ask her to heal and then call the raid off 10 minutes after.
She likes to roll for every piece of gear so she can sell it to a NPC and make some more gold. Why she needs so much money is unknown. Some say she's a bed's dealer. She always sending people to bed. You're sleepy? Go to bed. You're very awake? Go to bed. You're hungry? Go to bed. You're wining an argument with her? Go to bed NOW! "Bed" must be a Lithuanian concept which we don't fully understand. Or maybe they have cemeteries made of beds. We don't known.
Another interesting fact is her capability to handle up to 23 different parallel conversations, but only if Skanky isn't online. If she is, the number drops to 1 and we have to find two replacements. She also never buffs anyone because she's too good for that.
Situations which she caused: wiped everyone because she disconnected; wiped everyone because she was AFK; wiped everyone because she was switching computers; wiped everyone because she pulled the boss; wiped everyone because she could; wiped everyone because she was healing.
domingo, 30 de maio de 2010
Agent Tree Reporting - Mission Portugal Complete
Landing and the reception was a success. The Portuguese perceived me as a naive, friendly being, which encouraged them to drop their defences and take over the role of guides and protectors. This trick has worked just as we planned. Being quite a primitive race they enjoyed having someone to show their superiority to.
First of all, alterations from the guide noted. Portuguese do not always use their eyebrows to indicate that the sentence is a question, which I found quite confusing, because when asking something, they were not facing the sun either.
The other inadequacy observed in the guide. It's not 80% by far of those who have mastered the basics of English language and were able to give directions. By the end of the week I could easily approach a representative of The Portuguese and ask for directions in their language while most of them just kept repeating "Não falam Inglês". However, my Captain, you chose right to send your best agent for the mission and neither of these alterations made me fail at the achievement of the final goal.
My list of observations and useful information as follows:
Francezinha appeared to not be the famous french female, so I had to drop the plan of kidnapping her. Must admit it tasted extremely well though.
Good news! The Portuguese tend to eat a lot of this one particular kind of fish! Yes, they are all crazy about the famous Meiva's Fish, however, would not admit it. Instead, they call it Bacalhau, which we all know in Snalian language means Meiva's Fish. Can safely say, it's still by far worse than the original Meiva's Fish, however, it shows their strive for progress, which means that after the invasion is over, they will realise it was for their own good and thank us, my Captain.
Now the strangest and most outrageous thing which left me in a deep shock - the treatment of snails! My Captain, with all due respect to our dear colleagues in the office, I have to sadly report that The Portuguese do not value them for the brilliancy of their intelligence, neither for the accuracy and precision they show at work. Still classified as a primitive race, The Portuguese hunt and eat snails on every occasion that presents itself. Female Portuguese pretend to have some general understanding and care for snails. They try to show it by not looking at their food and swallowing them as quickly as possible, while male Portuguese face their cooked snail meal without any inconvenience and joyfully suck it in!
After all these observations I can only send my hearty condolences to the families of those eaten by The Portuguese. My Captain, as you can see, this invasion is deeply needed. We are going to make this world a better place.
Easy as it was with the younger generation of this race, I have some concerns about the older one. However well I tried to disguise myself (no, my Captain, even the bright yellow cardigan you gave me didn't seem to help to blend in with the crowd), I seemed to raise quite a lot of interest among the Portuguese ancients. My guessing would be they still remember our last invasion 3 centuries ago and act suspicious about everyone trying to be seated for longer than 2 minutes without a company of another living creature. Their immediate approach and unbreakable gaze did give me a lot of creeps. As if they could read my mind their eyes were saying "We know why you're here and what you're planning to do. We know it all". Bearing in mind their age and slower movement speed, I think they will not be an obstacle, however the fact that lips of some of them were already covered in blood raises a slight concern.
To conclude, I would classify Portuguese as very simple and good humoured species as long as it doesn't come to food. They are too much involved in their everyday dramas to care about the world and will be likely to surrender without a greater fight. We should proceed with the plan immediately.
Prepared by Agnet Tree.
First of all, alterations from the guide noted. Portuguese do not always use their eyebrows to indicate that the sentence is a question, which I found quite confusing, because when asking something, they were not facing the sun either.
The other inadequacy observed in the guide. It's not 80% by far of those who have mastered the basics of English language and were able to give directions. By the end of the week I could easily approach a representative of The Portuguese and ask for directions in their language while most of them just kept repeating "Não falam Inglês". However, my Captain, you chose right to send your best agent for the mission and neither of these alterations made me fail at the achievement of the final goal.
My list of observations and useful information as follows:
Francezinha appeared to not be the famous french female, so I had to drop the plan of kidnapping her. Must admit it tasted extremely well though.
Good news! The Portuguese tend to eat a lot of this one particular kind of fish! Yes, they are all crazy about the famous Meiva's Fish, however, would not admit it. Instead, they call it Bacalhau, which we all know in Snalian language means Meiva's Fish. Can safely say, it's still by far worse than the original Meiva's Fish, however, it shows their strive for progress, which means that after the invasion is over, they will realise it was for their own good and thank us, my Captain.
Now the strangest and most outrageous thing which left me in a deep shock - the treatment of snails! My Captain, with all due respect to our dear colleagues in the office, I have to sadly report that The Portuguese do not value them for the brilliancy of their intelligence, neither for the accuracy and precision they show at work. Still classified as a primitive race, The Portuguese hunt and eat snails on every occasion that presents itself. Female Portuguese pretend to have some general understanding and care for snails. They try to show it by not looking at their food and swallowing them as quickly as possible, while male Portuguese face their cooked snail meal without any inconvenience and joyfully suck it in!
After all these observations I can only send my hearty condolences to the families of those eaten by The Portuguese. My Captain, as you can see, this invasion is deeply needed. We are going to make this world a better place.
Easy as it was with the younger generation of this race, I have some concerns about the older one. However well I tried to disguise myself (no, my Captain, even the bright yellow cardigan you gave me didn't seem to help to blend in with the crowd), I seemed to raise quite a lot of interest among the Portuguese ancients. My guessing would be they still remember our last invasion 3 centuries ago and act suspicious about everyone trying to be seated for longer than 2 minutes without a company of another living creature. Their immediate approach and unbreakable gaze did give me a lot of creeps. As if they could read my mind their eyes were saying "We know why you're here and what you're planning to do. We know it all". Bearing in mind their age and slower movement speed, I think they will not be an obstacle, however the fact that lips of some of them were already covered in blood raises a slight concern.
To conclude, I would classify Portuguese as very simple and good humoured species as long as it doesn't come to food. They are too much involved in their everyday dramas to care about the world and will be likely to surrender without a greater fight. We should proceed with the plan immediately.
Prepared by Agnet Tree.
segunda-feira, 3 de maio de 2010
Brinquedo: Peluche Boibumba
"Boraaaaaa láaaaa"
"Vou pegar uma cerveja"
"Boas"
"Fui hackado"
"Tank de merda"
"Oi, tudo bom?"
"E aí, gente?"
"Vou rolar para offspec"
Se o apertarem com muita força, ele faz combinações. Por exemplo:
"Boas, tank de merda, fui hackado. Vou pegar uma cerveja"
"E aí, gente? Vou pegar uma cerveja"
"Boas. Vou pegar uma cerveja"
"Boraaaaaa lá, vou pegar uma cerveja"
"Vou pegar uma cerveja. Vou pegar uma cerveja. Vou pegar uma cerveja"
domingo, 2 de maio de 2010
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