LB Night Elf is no more.
It broke my heart but as of last night, After Hours is no more. A turmoil of events in my life have come up and it left me and Mr. Littlebark feeling like we weren't giving 110% of ourselves to the guild. We weren't having fun with leading and it was stressful handling that and real life at the same time.
Real life was a bitch about it too, though. I got a promotion at work from a mere receptionist to the Assistant Marketing Director. I'm thrilled, I truly am. My hours are from 8:30-5:00 now instead of 3:30-9:00. I'm making more money and I get to have a say at meetings. It's a great feeling instead of being someone who "just answers phones". Sadly, this means no more late night guild.
My grandmother was sick a couple of weeks ago, and thankfully is slowly getting better. However, like only old ladies can do, she's making the recovering process slower by not drinking water because "it doesn't taste yummy with her donuts." I love the woman to death, seeing as she raised me, but now that she's fighting a urinary tract and kidney infection... it makes me head explode.
We're also moving houses. Which means weeks of no internet. Very hard to lead a raid with no internet. We'll be stealing wi-fi from a neighbour (don't worry, we know him) but its not steady for hard core raiding.
I actually cried last night over the break of my guild. These people became my friends and companions. I laughed, sweared, cheered and accomplished things with them.
Doc, Misty & Thatguy... you guys came to us as a unit and I'm glad you did. I've never met a Dad, Son, Stepmom team but you guys did it perfectly and with so much humor it was always so much fun. I'll always remember the "my dad says (insert whatever you liked in here) it gives me herpes" and Thatguy making fun of my ugly leaves. Misty, you're always so quiet and sweet but so kind. Doc, you're just great, man. You brought comedy into our laid back guild.
Steve/Aphaea/Lacrimosa/Man of a million toons, you're just amazing awesome for taking over the website. Seriously. My hero. And your motormouth? I like it.
Raagz, my awersome strategist. You could have been in a hard core guild. You have the DPS, the attitude and the drive for it. But you stuck with us because as you put it, "I'd rather stick with people I like than a couple of pixels."
Shinear, holy moley. You are a great guy and quite possibly my favorite dwarf (just don't tell Doc!) I remember you from our very start. When we almost threw in the towel, you were the one that reminded us that great things don't happen overnight. You're very right, my friend. We made a hell of a guild.
Maulic. My silent suidice bomber of fears. You never said much but did your job. My favorite memory of you? Something like this:
Mr. Littlebark: So we'll have so and so lock down the shammy and have Maulic run in and scatter them all with with his fear-
*5 seconds later, you see this Night Elf warrior charge in and cast his fear. All of us stare at him, watch him die, them promptly get slaughtered ourselves*
Larkyn, you are by far the coolest Mom I've met. You play WoW! Enough said.
And... that was our core. You were After Hours. Now go out there, kill the Bitch, I mean Lich King and make me proud.