Eff the Ineffable: 8/8 and feeling mighty
As of Friday night, I am Grimmtooth, Destroyer’s End, and that feels pretty good.
It also makes me stop for a moment and consider what I am doing next.
Imma splain myself.
When our little guild started to disintegrate – over half our prime raiding core bailed for SWTOR – I figured our raiding days were numbered, and evaluated my options. Since all the people that I moved to Azuremyst to raid with had left, I had fallen back to motivation #2, which was, simply, to raid. And with the big hole in our raiding team, that didn’t seem likely.
Our new GMs busted ass to fill those holes, however, and found some fine candidates that have proven their mettle time and again. So, the raiding has kept going, and kept me going with the Effers. I figured, things would break up before we downed Deathwing, and then I’d probably transfer back to my old server, assuming the Bunnies would have me back. I really didn’t have prospects elsewhere other than SWTWOR, and that’s not really doing it for me.
But Eff the Ineffable Mk II’s success in DW has given me reason to stick around. Oh, I’m sure we’ll lose some bodies to attrition in the waning days of the expansion, but I really do believe we’ll have a viable raiding team when Pandaria comes along, or shortly thereafter. And while a lot of the old familiar faces won’t be there, we’re forging new bonds between us and the new kids.
It’s not the same guild I joined, not by a long shot, but success makes its own strong argument. This is the first time I’ve taken down an endgame boss while the boss was still part of the actual endgame, and I’m still not sure I fully grok the significance of that. Pretty heady stuff when you’re used to lagging significantly by a tier or three.
This was best said by a former GM in a galaxy far far away when she proposed the outrageous notion of a guild((Yes, I know, Douglas Addams. Gimme a license for leeway here.)).
Let us think the unthinkable, let us do the undoable, let us prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all.
Eff yeah. I’m not going anywhere.