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There is Spam which we all dislike and then there is Achievement Spam which we can't get enough of.

Last night was a particularly successful raid with not just one but four Icecrown Citadel Achievements which came with the added bonus of great server rankings:

Dances with Oozes : Server 1st (348th in the world rankings!)
Flu Shot Shortage : Server 2nd
Full House : Server 4th
I'm on a Boat

Tonight was a dream, raiders will know what I mean. Every fresh attempt was better than the previous one, we were getting closer and closer... you could feel the energy and the tension coursing through the raid.

The last few percents were nail biting, with one MT dead, it was all down to the last tank standing. He tanked like a God. Guardians were flocking to him like sailors to a siren. It was an epic end to an epic fight.

As Xilaran put it "I am proud of you all. Teamwork, dedication and hard work have all paid off tonight!."

Congratulations Apoc!

It has been said that machines don't have a heart.

Any of you who have had the misfortune to face the terminally annoying highpitched whinning of XT or have endured the ramblings of Tin Man will know that the proper action when faced with one of those machines with heart delusions is to lower it into a vat of molten metal.

Should this option not be available, you could call upon the services of the Apocalypse squad who will first sever its heart from the pesky mechanical teen and then proceed to extinguish the remainder of its life. Errant life sparks will be decisively stamped on by determined ranged while the shadowy pits of gravity wells will be easily avoided. (As long as it's not fire to dodge! Shun)

Machines are not meant to have a heart. Apocalypse will keep it that way.

Tonight was the night when, under the disco lights of the four towers, we danced and twirled around Flame Leviathan.

Amid the chaotic ballet of flames, colored beams, ravenous flowers and under the constant deadly firework of missile volleys, the raiders of Apocalypse slowly but steadily circled around him destroying this unyielding construct cog by cog until, at last, in a desperate creaking and clanging of exhausted metal he collapsed in a shower of parts. (Literally parts since I took him apart afterwards. Mwahah!. Shun)

Should you, by chance or happenstance, find yourself using Dalaran as a springboard towards the new territory of Northrend you will have noticed that there is a new crop of Rusted Proto Drakes proudly displayed by their Horde riders. (First Horde rusted Proto-Drakes! Shun)

One Saturday not long ago an epic battle, which started early in the afternoon and ended late in the evening, was fought and won. Three achievements separated our valiant group from the promised drake, two of those were some of the hardest fights to be found inside Ulduar: Knock, knock, knock and Firefighter, the third required only a blood sacrifice of a number of Dark Iron Dwarves. (Ably seconded at times by yours truly. Shun)