Introduction by Meryam:

The Cataclysmic craziness has begun…

Deathwing, all your glory are belong to us!

At the beginning of the last expansion, THC was a small guild with big goals, and we definitely met those goals (and then some). Now, we’ve started Cataclysm with a full roster of keen, like-minded players who enjoy raiding together and overcoming all challenges presented to us. I think most of us have been playing insane amounts over the last week or two, but I’ll take a breather to recap the start of the new progression and the impression I get.

After nearly an hour waiting to get onto the server, a lot of us were keen to level as fast as humanly possible, going for those Realm First achievements. Many of those who really went for this had tried beta, so we’d already seen the amazing quest content that Blizzard had prepared for us. The new zones and their mostly linear progression seem to divide people’s opinions – while some enjoy the storyline-based content, others feel the exploration and the freedom in questing has been lost. What we can all agree on, however, is that Gnomebliteration is awesome.

So, our team of mad levellers tried their hardest to go for Realm Firsts, however unfortunately a few of us were thwarted by a handful of Alliance who had managed to get onto the server 30-40 minutes before us. In a timeframe of 14 hours, that really counted, so we lost Realm First Hunter, Paladin and Warrior by a few painful minutes. However THC managed to snag a few of those unique Feats of Strength, Stoke reclaiming his Realm First Death Knight achievement, with myself nabbing first Rogue a few minutes later. On the profession front, our moving paladin Lythena managed to become the first Enchanter on the realm to reach the 525 cap, with help from guildies that were willing to send him greens. Awesome work guys, and bad luck to those who missed out by a tiny margin.

Not all of us were ‘that’ bothered with being so fast, most wanting to enjoy the content at a leisurely pace, but as a whole we were ready for heroics and raiding in stupendous time. Heroics were going on by the evening of the 7th, and a good 3 heroic groups were going the night after. One thing that can be said about early Cataclysm progression is that it is definitely more involved and challenging. The difficulty curve already seems far steeper than Wrath’s heroics, especially for healers. But that didn’t stop us, and by Friday, we’d assembled enough level 85s to go 2-shot Brutall- I MEAN Argaloth in Baradin Hold. We followed this up with a great raid on Sunday, taking down 3 bosses in Blackwing Descent, only to disenchant 2 of our first 15 loots. Typical!

So we’re already on track to steady raiding again, and I hope we can ultimately have as good a time in Cataclysm as we did through Wrath of the Lich King.

You guys rock!

It was almost two years ago… I was on the look-out for a friendly guild to get back into raiding after a relaxing break. Dragonblood Conclave and then Violent Noise have fallen and none of the other raiding guilds felt close to what I was looking for: a new place to call home. Among all the trade nonsense, a to-the-point recruitment ad got my attention: “oh hai there…”

That greeting was -at the time- not followed by impressive achievements or even a promise of the success to follow. It was a plain call to swing by a web site, this web site, where a new community was brewing. I did just that. The effort those people have put into the site, the apparent good taste in design and common sense behind each post got me hooked. I sure was going to follow their progress. A few days later, I decided to give it a shot. I worked on my in-character application for some long hours and posted it, eagerly refreshing the content of the page, waiting for first reactions. After a while I got some friendly replies that only strengthened my excitement about this community.

I was trying to make a case for raiding as frost. We all agreed that this was not the best idea, but it was not all about the damage output back then. Luckily Anubelle and Jomotei, although I could sense they had some doubts on my choice of spec, decided to offer me a spot. One of the best times I had in-game began.

Rules were clear, yet not really needed, raiding was fun, progress was impressive. From a guild of 7 at the start of Wrath (yes, an instance group with a couple of back-ups), without any realm and -of course- far from any world ranking, straight to prime raiding guild horde side, a close realm second and worldwide top 400. And all this progress with just three raiding days per week. I call this impressive and challenge you to disagree.

I feel grateful for all the fun I have had over the past two years. I truly want to thank Anubelle and Jomotei for creating this awesome guild, Anubelle, Jomotei and Apteryx for making sure we all have a great time raiding and of course each and every one of you for making this the greatest community to be in.

High Warlord Niove of The Hungering Cold

So I thought I’d write a song, and I came up with most of this in the shower. I present to you a song to the tune of ‘Still Alive’ from Portal. Original song is at the bottom for reference!

(The Lich King is) Still Alive
- a spoof song by Jinjiro

This was a wipe night,
I’m making a note here, SLIGHT PROGRESS,
It’s hard to say I’m feeling satisfaction.
Apteryx dyin’
We do what we must, because we can.
For the good of all of us,
Except the ones who are dead!
But there’s no sense crying over every mistake,
You just keep on wiping till you run out of… fish?
And the raiding gets done,
And you move to Yogg-Saron,
While the Lich King, he is still alive!

I’m not even angry,
I’m being so sincere right now.
Even though you stood in traps, and killed me,
And blew me to pieces,
It threw me outside the frozen spire.
And as I fell, it hurt because, I knew that you were dead too.
Now the val’kyrs fly out in a beautiful line,
But you’re out of melee, you can’t kill them in time,
So it’s bad you got dropped,
Now the Lich King can’t be stopped,
By the people who are still alive!

Go ahead and leave me,
I think I prefer to stay outside,
Maybe you’ll find someone else to stun them,
Maybe a feral!
That was a joke, HA HA, fat chance!
This is why we rogues are great,
We’re so damn good at these stuns,
Look at me still talking when there’s raiding to do,
Now your disc priest’s grabbed, so I’m glad I’m not you,
Off the platform you must run,
With your rocket boots for fun,
That’s assuming you are still alive!

And the Lich King, he is still alive!
He’s laughing at us and he’s still alive!
He feels fantastic and he’s still alive!
And when we’re wiping he’ll be still alive,
And when we’ve wiped he will be still alive!
Still alive… Still alive!

Original:

The path to the Frozen Throne was arduous indeed, and yet now that we can scale the icy summit in less than 3 hours, we face the greatest challenge of all. The battle against the Lich King is a hard one, certainly the toughest challenge since the days of 40-man raiding and the insanity that was C’thun. The fight mechanics create a setting in which one individual mistake can set off a chain reaction that ends almost inevitably in a wipe, since this is a battle where the classic RPG trinity of tank, healer and damage-dealer needs near perfect co-ordination. The Lich King heroic encounter pushes everyone into individual tasks that are, in their own way, vital to the success of the raid. Brilliant in design, brutal in execution.

So slowly but surely we have pushed on, perservering through wipe after wipe, steadily improving and realising that victory is within our sights. It felt good to get to Phase 3, didn’t it? I certainly felt a sense of approaching a finishing line as we battled that second round of Raging Spirits. It justified all those other wipes, the discouraging nights where no progress seemed to be made. Suddenly we were ‘here’, looking at the last hurdle with grim determination and a spring in our step.

Old enemies are seeming to pose no problem recently, one benefit of doing battle with the cold-hearted monarch of the damned and his minions. Yogg-Saron keeps rearing his ugly toad-face, and we keep stamping on it, providing several of the luckier members of the guild with shiny new flying mounts, tokens of their increasing prowess. Yet our greatest enemy remains alive, and in the coming weeks we must find the will and the determination to keep thrashing at Arthas, hounding him until we taste the victory that we will have earned.

Azeroth prevails.

Ho ho ho, here it is, the second Hungering Blog movie. This time Stoke, Jinjiro and Argha talk about the new patch, our progress and many random things, paired with footage from one of our awesome nostalgia raids!

Taking the road less traveled is often held up as something positive. It’s not. It’s annoying, is what it is. Who do those people think they are? They think they know better than the rest of us? Get back in line, damnit! Conform! Conform!

We have one of those idiots in our guild. Apteryx. He’s a warlock but instead of studying spreadsheets trying to min-max 1 more dps more from his spell rotation, he hangs out in the tank channel. He doesn’t have a tank alt. He has no tank experience. He’s just there, constantly weighing in on tank strategies during raids or volunteering to tank every raid encounter known to man. A typical exchange:

Raid leader: Hmm, we lack a tank for the adds.
Apteryx: I can tank them, no problem!

Raid leader: So who’s tanking this boss?
Apteryx: I can tank him, no problem!

Raid leader: Roses are red.
Apteryx: I’ll tank them, no problem.

Anyway, last Thursday we cleared TotC 25-man heroic and then started somnambulating our way through the normal version when Apteryx volunteered to tank. Again. Our resolve beaten to a pulp by the drudgery of farm content, we thought…fuck it, let’s just let him tank. So we let him maintank Lord Jaraxxus, one of the Twin Valkyrs and Anub’arak. Sadly – from a conformist perspective – the road less traveled turned out to be covered in fragrant rose petals, paved from pure gold and home to the world’s largest collection of chocolate bunnies. We had no wipes, no tank deaths, no nothing. It was as smooth as honey dipped in butter.

Damn it. Now there’ll be no shutting him up.

P.S. Obviously, all of us had a lot of fun, not just Apteryx. :) Check out the Anub’arak movie from the PoV of Apteryx, warlock tank, at WarcraftMovies, FileFront and YouTube. Enjoy!

P.P.S. I had a look at the raid log and during the Anub’arak fight, Apteryx took  12846 damage per second and received 14329 healing per second. For comparison’s sake, our “real” tank took 8348 damage per second during the heroic version of Anub’arak the same reset. Who said normal was easymode?

Now that the celebrations for Anub’arak’s demise have calmed down a bit I thought I’d congratulate one of our members on achieving a very respectable milestone. After getting Resilience Will Fix It on our first try during the Thursday farm raid Molgon passed 10,000 achievement points and became the first member of our guild to do so.

World of Warcraft has been around for quite some time now; 5 years isn’t something to scoff at considering the life expectancy of your average video game. The game’s mechanics sometimes move very violently from side to side, and nobody stays on top for very long. It’s nice to see that some people stay loyal to the same bobbing head that runs from place to place in the middle of their screen for so long.

So to Molgon as well as all the other several-years-old characters in our guild and the players playing them: /salute

While we still have two hardmode encounters to complete in Ulduar, namely Algalon and Yogg+0, we managed to complete the 25-man metaachievement and get our drakes before heroics unlocked for the new raid instance. This was a goal we set for ourselves when we found out it’d take 5 weeks for hardmodes to unlock for the Trial of the Crusader, and thanks to great focus from our raiders we managed to do it.

Blizzard seems to have their patches timed well, since after our last progression blitz on Ulduar hardmodes quite a few of us have gotten somewhat tired of the place.

The normal modes for Trial of the Crusader don’t seem to be tuned around organized raiding guilds, with most guilds getting Anub’arak down very easily. It’ll be interesting to see how guilds like us fare on the Heroic mode though. So far we’ve only had a chance to fool around with Northern Beasts and it seems quite doable for us if we execute well. Hope to have some good news soon!

So the last time we spoke you were battling ghouls,
In a darkened dungeon, next to plagued pools,
And now after the lich, bit the dust like a bitch,
You’re fighting an Old God, you fools.

Part 1 – Dancing Amongst Clouds and… Squid Things.

Who the hell is Sara, and what’s she doing here?
You were certain after all the trials, an Old God would appear,
You beat some giant robots, and some Iron Dwarven twats,
A giant angry dragon, and a lady with some cats.
You’d think for all your work, this god would show his face,
But it seems this cunning Yogg-Saron is gone without a trace.

Yet something ominous seems near,
The hint of darkness lingers here,
What it is, it isn’t clear,
But something fills your group with fear.

You tiptoe slowly forward, unsure and apprehensive,
Everyone alert, your stances all defensive,
Entering the room, Sara hovers in the air,
Quiet, still and smiling as you come into the lair.
Then you hear a deafening thud, the door behind you slamming shut,
Sara gives an evil glare, the tricky little slut!

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Part 2 – The Thieves

Feya looked out over Ratchet, as she stepped off the boat, which had just finished its voyage from Booty Bay. The coastal town, a haven for seafarers located in the savannah known as The Barrens, looked busy. Everywhere in the town, merchants peddled their goods from wooden stalls, the sounds of hammering and tinkering audible over the noise of the crowd, who moved from building to dusty building, going about their daily work. This was a town built on trade, and transport. Cargo was being hauled off the boat, replaced almost instantly by more goods, destined for the Eastern Kingdoms and the jungles of Stranglethorn, where they would be carried via caravan northwards towards Stormwind, the city of humans.

Her nose crinkled slightly in her contempt for the humans. Such a temperamental race, she thought, brushing stray strands of black hair back behind her long, slender ears. These protracted ears and her dark blue skin marked her as a night-elf, however, in such a place as this, race was never an issue, although a few short hours up the road in Orgrimmar, she would be attacked on sight simply for being born to her race.

She sighed at the futility of the world, and continued onwards, departing the dock area. She scanned the town, and saw a large two-storey building, with tables and chairs outside it, various people sipping drinks, playing games of chance and eating. The inn would be her place of rest for a few nights, for however long it took to complete the assignment and be off again. As she neared the inn, a familiar voice piped up behind her.

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