We met for the pre-event Mixer in front of Orgrimmar.
Actually, mostly there was a lore discussion, but in this snapshot we are dancing.
We ended the mixer after half an hour of mixing.
Here we are, epic mounted and ready for our ride to STV.
We gathered on the platform, waiting for the zeppelin to Gromgol.
Well, a flying boat. As usual, there are worries about weight limits, but the goblin magic/ingenuity keeps us afloat.
We regrouped in front of Gromgol for our trip on the road to Gurubashi Arena.
There were no cries of Protect the Lowbies -- a rare occurence for an It came from the Blog run.
The ride wasn't very long, but it wasn't short either.
We look good riding together in black with glowy blue.
The ride seems longer in this gallery than it did in game.
Truly, we didn't spend this much time riding.
It's just around the bend...
Yes, we're there. Now everybody get nekkid.
Gunne provided us with a screenshot of the nekkidness, which is good since I forgot to take one. Our first event was for everyone to get nekkid and fistfight me till I died. This was difficult at first because it's hard to remember NOT to use specials and the like.
Matticus joined us in chat only to find everyone was already in the arena, nekkid and beating me up. I'm the fully dressed one in the middle.
Somebody popped a brewkeg before the battle, so we were all a bit virtually toasted.
It was actually a pretty quick battle or two.
We had a couple of Nekkid Last Man Standing events. The rules were nekkid fistfighting only and to not return to the battle once you died.
As you can see, the whole no spells/skills rule is still hard to follow.
I really like this picture. They are so fierce... and nekkid.
The next event was a fully clothed/fully skilled last man standing. It seems there was some drinking here too.
And waiting for the next event.
We had a couple of Alliance show up and get ganked. Regardless of level, we outnumbered them. But it was hard to remember not to use AOEs when in a free for all arena.
There was a little bit of kvetching that we had some level 80s in the fray, but fights to the death are rarely fair and this was no exception.
For the final event, I had everyone line up, Soul Train style, and they each took turns running the gauntlet.
It always hurts to say goodbye. So after we took this picture, we had an anything-goes free-for-all before leaving.
You're famous now, Demion.