User:Queen of Spades/Death On Two Legs I

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It never ceases to amaze me how shortsighted people can be. Just today I was forming a team with some guildies and friends to do the Sunjiang District mission primarily for capping elites. We decided to recruit a couple of PUG folks (PUG = pickup group--just random people wanting to do the mission). One elem (Linda E*something*) joined us and immediately PMed me and said, "Kick the hench." We had just completed the mission for Master's reward with 7 people plus a spirit hench. This was the hench that was the object of derision. I responded, this hench just helped us get Master's time a few minutes ago. Then the elem said, "I'm out, you have two assassins, assassins suck!" So I responded in local chat, "We beat this same mission for Master's reward level only a few minutes ago with a team that included these same two assassins and a hench. Asins aren't asins." The elem said, "I would like to believe that, but..." and proceeded to say in a nutshell, asins suck and I am not teaming with them.

The net result of our second run at Sunjiang: All our guildies and friends left except for me (Death on Two Legs) and my asin friend and guildmate, so we picked up a couple of players (neither was a monk) and filled the roster with four henches including the healing monk and the spirit ritualist. Yes, we did...get master's time a second time in a row!

They don't call me Death on Two Legs for nothing.

I call my assassin that because it is the title of a great Queen song from the album A Night at the Opera, which is the album that Bohemian Rhapsody is on. Death on two legs in the song is a cruel, heartless, backstabbing S.o.B. I guess that just about sums up my assassin, too.

Death on Two Legs (Dedicated to...)
Words by Freddie Mercury

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money
And you want more

Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
You are fools of the first division

Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You've never had a heart of your own

Kill joy--bad guy--big talking small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye.