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This is a wiki. All craftshumanship is of the highest quality. It menaces with bands of uncouthness and spikes of stupidity. On the wiki is an image of skill bars for Guild Wars. The skill bars are in a trash bin. On the wiki is an image of a user surrounded by users. The users are beating the user.


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GW2 IGNs

 * Rob Roy The Divine
 * donkeyball z

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[build prof=D/Rt scythe=12+1+1 myst=8+1 wind=10+1][Wearying Strike][Radiant Scythe][Chilling Victory][Harrier's Grasp][Lyssa's Haste][Pious Restoration][Onslaught][Resurrection Signet][/build]

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[build prof=E/? air=12+1+1 energy=9+1][Blinding Surge][Lightning Bolt][Gale][Shell Shock][Optional][Aura of Restoration][Air Attunement][Resurrection Signet][/build]

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[build prof=E/Rt water=12+1+1 energy=11+1 resto=6][Shatterstone][Freezing Gust][Glowing Ice][Winter's Embrace][Blurred Vision][Death Pact Signet][Armor of Mist][Water Attunement][/build]

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[build prof=Mo/A heal=12+1+1 protection=10+1 divine=8+1 shadow=2][Patient Spirit][Word of Healing][Guardian][Optional][Draw Conditions][Cure Hex][Return][Dark Escape][/build] Optional skills: Shielding Hands, Infuse

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[build prof=D/Rt scythe=12+1+1 myst=9+1 earth=9+1][Wearying Strike][Twin Moon Sweep][Fleeting Stability][Heart of Fury][Optional][Aura of Thorns][Avatar of Balthazar][Resurrection Signet][/build]

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[build prof=Me/N illusion=12+1+1 fast=12+1][Illusion of Pain][Kitah's Burden][Fragility][Accumulated Pain][Virulence@0][Resurrection Signet][Illusion of Haste][Distortion][/build]

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[build prof=N/A soul=12+1 blood=12+1+1][Life Transfer][Life Siphon][Oppressive Gaze][Strip Enchantment][Barbed Signet][Masochism][Blood Renewal][Dash][/build] [[Masochism (PvP)@13] [[Barbed Signet (PvP)@14]

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[build prof=Mo/A heal=12+1+1 prot=10+1 divine=8+1 shadow=2][Patient Spirit][Word of Healing][Guardian][Shielding Hands][Dismiss Condition][Holy Veil][Return][Dark Escape][/build]

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AoB or some other frontliner

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[build prof=E/Rt energy=12+1+1 water=9 fire=8+1 air=4+1][Shard Storm][Steam][Gale][Obsidian Flame][Glyph of Immolation][Death Pact Signet][Aura of Restoration][Master of Magic][/build] Fix attributes as needed

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[build prof=E/Rt energy=12+1+1 water=9+1 fire=9][Shard Storm][Steam][Shell Shock][Obsidian Flame][Glyph of Immolation][Resurrection Signet][Optional][Master of Magic][/build]

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[build prof=Mo/A heal=12+1+1 protection=10+1 divine=8+1 shadow=2][Patient Spirit][Word of Healing][Guardian][Optional][Draw Conditions][Cure Hex][Return][Dark Escape][/build] Optional skills: Shielding Hands, Infuse

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AoB

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[build prof=E/Rt Water=12+1+1 Energy=11+1 resto=6][Shard Storm][Freezing Gust][Winter's Embrace][Blurred Vision][Glowing Ice][Optional][Resurrection Signet][Water Attunement][/build]
 * [[Mirror of Ice@14]
 * [[Water Trident@14]
 * [[Shatterstone@14]

OR

[build prof=R/Mo Exper=12+1+1 Marks=9+1 wilder=9+1 protec=3][Melandru's Shot][Optional][Savage Shot][Distracting Shot][Apply Poison][Natural Stride][Mending Touch][Resurrection Signet][/build]
 * [[Concussion Shot@10]
 * [[Point Blank Shot@14]

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[build prof=E/Me energy=8+1 fire=12+1+1 dom=10][Mind Blast][Wastrel's Worry][Rodgort's Invocation][Shatter Enchantment][Cry of Frustration][Resurrection Signet][Fire Attunement][Aura of Restoration][/build]

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[build prof=Mo/A heal=12+1+1 prot=10+1 divine=8+1 shadow=2][Patient Spirit][Word of Healing][Guardian][Shielding Hands][Dismiss Condition][Holy Veil][Return][Dark Escape][/build]

Concept class concepts

 * Dinosaur
 * Jedi
 * Bunny
 * Saber-toothed Tiger
 * Shaman
 * Mount
 * Fairy

Names for a guild (maybe?)
Add your own ideas here.
 * Air Spike [Zeus] Taken by Rawr
 * Watch Yourself [vVv]
 * Alternative Operations [tV]
 * Picnic Pioneers [츠즈츠 ] Taken by Grinch
 * Elon Swimming Men[있있있있]
 * Manly Men Association[못못못못]
 * Jumping Jacks Clan[못우못우]
 * Sit In My Chair[노츠]
 * Blue Eyes White Hood [hANg]
 * Technically Gangster [iNig] Taken by Grinch, then banned.
 * Smile For The Observers [ツ]
 * Tainted Flesh [STDs]
 * Firstword Secondword [fS]

WoW guild name generator HoF

 * Edible Granite Pencil Taken, golded, then died
 * Null Baconface
 * Thermally Eye
 * Lords of Cream Filled Aggression
 * Murder Phoenix [조류독감] (bird flu) Taken, pooped, then died
 * Jive Renegades
 * Glorious Leader
 * Admiral of Funk
 * Commander of Cool
 * Jive Turkey
 * The Eight Inches Muerte
 * Dungeon Mariner
 * The Phoenix Orgasmatron
 * Order of Universal Pillowpants
 * The Divine Doctors
 * Zombie Beachparty Patrol
 * Order of the Muffin Stuff
 * Sapphire Doughnut
 * Meats of One Man
 * Gypsy Unit
 * Bunkbed Marauders

WoW Names
Guild names in World of Warcraft pose a unique challenge compared to guild names in Guild Wars: there are no tags. This means you can't have cause[effect] or event[summary] names like in Guild Wars. One line of 24 letters (including spaces) worth of entertainment. Is it possible? We'll see.
 * Merchants of Justice
 * Two Boys One Priest
 * Chocolate Dynamite
 * Sparkle Motion

Picnic Names

 * Panhygrous Picnic
 * Paradisiacal Picnic
 * Picnic Pioneer
 * Purveyor Of Picnics
 * Picnic Paraphilia
 * Parastatal Picnic
 * Picnic Profusion
 * Priggish Picnic
 * Predatory Picnic
 * Professor Picnic

Korea
우리는 무작위 경기장에서 이다

우리들에 쉽게 가십시요

Owes
Diffuse to me: 50k

For Shame
- I went to college early. Real early. Like 13. Back in fall 1992. Needless to say, when the web came up I was all over it. Before that I was wanking to Usenet and shit off of Gopher.

But and so once I got my first BITNET account at Penn it was game fucking on, man. I am here to tell you 16 years later that the copypasta on /b/ pales to much of what was on alt.sex.stories. And as a 13-year old I cannot think but that it had some effect on my psychological well being. Let me explain.

I had pretended to be a lesbian online back in the days of Compuserve as a preteen and managed to find some sick stories and even a few pics back in the early Mosaic days. But any retard could see that more and better was yet to come.

- Anyway, I remember the first time I saw scat. It was in the primary computer center at around 10 pm on a Friday night (I lived in the Quad on campus). I was with another dude who would be a /b/tard nowadays but has since reformed. But and so it was a pic of a woman who literally had a shit-eating grin. When I saw this I thought that was the worst thing on the Internet. I was wrong.

So along came the day when I saw a man fuck a chicken. In the math lab. Fuck doing my MAPLE assignment. Yet I knew that this was still just the tip of the iceberg.

At this point it might help to mention that kids in college are granted a bit of leeway by their fellow students. Generally an avuncular, non-Pedobear interest is taken in their emotional development. Liquor is generally not offered, but parties are (or they were to me, anyway). You see certain things that you might see in high school, but they resonate a bit more when adults (to put it loosely) are participating.

- By the end of my freshman year (I had gone part-time for a year) I had started taking grad classes. The age gap had only broadened. After they'd gotten to know me, though, some of the grad students took me under their collective wing. One day early in my sophomore year a few of the grad students apparently thought it would be funny to play a little joke on me.

One of them was a real sick fuck, a man I looked up to and still do today. Anyway he suggested that I walk up to some frosh girls (who, mind, would be some four or five years older) and proposition them while he and his buddies looked on from afar. Lulz (he didn't use the term, of course, since this was quite a few years ago) would ensue, I was assured.

Now, the day before I had experienced a rather epic wank session that culminated in viewing some fairly outré material. I had actually printed up the pictures so I could fap to them on campus in the bathroom between classes. I decided that it would be funny to work this stuff into my pitch to the bitches. I figured the grad students would have my back if anything went wrong, and if it went right then I might meet the girl of my dreams.

- I see an obvious freshman, shorter than me, decent body, good for practice. So I go up to her and say "Wanna...uh...have sex?" in front of the grad students. They struggle not to lose it. She does a double-take, then looks at me sideways. Asks me what I'm doing there. I tell her. She pauses, then takes my hand firmly and starts leading me in the direction she'd been walking in before. I heard a peal of laughter behind me.

It was warm and the girl was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt. Sun-bleached brown hair, green eyes and a few small blemishes, not bad. As we walked I took this all in and didn't really think about what could go right. I thought for a moment that she was going to tell my parents but then I realized that was retarded and there was nobody to tell. Then she asked me again if I was a student. I flashed my university ID. She seemed to make a decision then.

I thought again of the stuff I'd seen on the web the night before. Thought real hard. Tried to imagine her doing it. With me. Started to say something. My voice cracked. She looked back at me: we were by now in a parking lot. I faltered and she started leading me again. We got into her car. I still remember it: a white '91 Corolla with Mardi Gras beads hanging from the rearview.

- The sun refracted through the beads and they lit up, casting colored shadows across her face. (I couldn't help but remind myself that the index of refraction for the beads was probably about the same as for glass or water, which struck me as odd somehow right then.) She touched the steering wheel and let out a little yelp: it was late spring and the inside of the car was hot. I looked away from her as I put on my seat belt and tried again to work up my courage.

But I pussied out again. Just asking her if she wanted to have sex was something that had required a tremendous amount of will on my part, and I was already emotionally exhausted. She looked over at me again and said "You sure you're 14?" and I just nodded weakly. She put the car in drive and we left the campus. Without thinking, I started to mention that I had a class in an hour. She just giggled and put in a Radiohead CD.

The drive took like 5 or 10 minutes. She asked me what my major was and I said math. She laughed, saying "of course" and put her hand on my knee at the same time, then went back to driving. She told me her name, said she hadn't decided on a major yet but that it sure wouldn't be math. Asked if I could tutor her and laughed again but gave me a winning smile at the same time. I slowly began to realize that she was trying to put me at ease. Never mind that I had approached her. She knew I was in over my head.

- She lived in a small three-bedroom house just off campus, not far from Spruce. Her roommates were away, she said. She opened the front door and I followed her in and put my backpack down on a couch. There were beer and tequila bottles on the kitchen counter, pizza boxes on the coffee table. She and her roommates had taken lots of Polaroids from their parties and put them up in a hallway near the front. She told me she'd be in the shower, to relax and make myself comfortable. I didn't know what I had gotten myself into. My heart was racing. I was sweating.

But and so I was thirsty and nervous. Clearly at least a beer was needed. I went to the fridge and found some Jello shots and washed them down with some Pepsi. Perfect. Then I started thinking about what I'd seen the night before again.

I heard the shower turn off. She asked me if I was OK. I answered with a weak "yeah" and she came out in a Tweety Bird robe and told me to take a shower myself while she took care of some things. I left my backpack in the living room and went into the bathroom. Locked the door. Looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe what was happening. I told myself I had to follow through, had to go for it.

- Now I don't know if any of you are underage b& but I remember that I was, er, pretty fast in those days. So I figured I had to churn one out beforehand to play it safe. And then I wished I had a rubber. But I figured "fuck it" and as the shower started I fapped a fast one and cleaned up.

When I turned the shower off I heard her rummaging around through some drawers. I said "I'll be out in a minute" and my voice cracked again. I could start to feel the Jello shots taking hold. Let me tell you it was good fucking timing because otherwise I'd never have had the nerve to do what I did a little bit later.

So I grabbed a towel and left my clothes in there, figuring WTF, just roll with it. I walked out into the hallway with the Polaroids and saw one of the grad students--the sick fuck alpha guy--on the couch, talking to the girl. She was standing with one leg bent, arms akimbo, a towel on her head. I couldn't hear what they were whispering.

- Anyway the grad student noticed me first. There was actually another one there with him that I hadn't seen from the hallway. All three of them were looking at me now. I started to speak but the lead grad student got up and walked over to me. He put an arm around me and walked me over to the couch, saying, "This is for you, big guy."

So the lead grad student (BTW I mean "lead" in the sense of "protagonist": he wasn't very good, I actually had to help him with a lot of problems about de Rham cohomology that semester) starts talking to me about how he and his buddies had kicked in $20 each and got me a call girl. But the catch was that they wanted to watch me fuck her. I looked at her and she just raised her eyebrows a bit and smirked knowingly.

Now at this point I got real nervous fast, and I guess it was obvious. I stopped thinking about doing weird shit and started thinking about getting the fuck out of there. But the girl put her hand on my shoulder and said it was OK, there was nothing to worry about. She said she was clean and worked as a call girl to pay for tuition, this wasn't dirty, and I should enjoy it. She said she'd fucked in front of other people and it was hotter anyways.

- By now I'd had a chance to collect my thoughts. I knew these guys pretty well, I figured. I started thinking again I might as well go for it. I knew what I wanted and I knew it would probably blow their minds--including the girl. It'd serve them right: after all, a call girl was pretty cool, but it was also kind of condescending. And I hated that shit.

Now in those days I had to fap a lot, especially being around all those older chicks. Otherwise I'd've been a walking hardon. So I actually had the printouts in my backpack. I said "fuck, let's do it" and clapped my hands. My backpack was right there. I unzipped it and pulled out the pictures I'd printed up the night before and showed them to the girl. I didn't say anything, just lowered my head a little while raising my eyebrows. Questioning her.

Her eyes narrowed and she slowly turned from the pictures to look at me, a little incredulous. The grad students couldn't see the pictures, which was how I wanted it. She seemed to have figured this out on her own, and I could tell she was concentrating. After a couple of seconds she just whispered "yeah, we can try that" and walked over to a closet and started looking through it. She seemed a little dazed.

- The grad students were clearly fascinated, but I wasn't going to spoil the surprise. I stuffed the pictures in the backpack pocket and put the backpack on the couch again. By now she seemed to have found what she was looking for in the closet. She said "come here" and when I approached (the grad students' feet seemed to be glued to the floor, thankfully) asked "will this work?" I looked in the closet and was pleasantly surprised myself.

Then I looked at her and I realized that she must have known about this sort of thing already. (How? It didn't seem like she'd done it before, and she was suddenly as nervous as I was.) And that on the most fundamental level she understood me. At that instant we shared something. Time slowed somehow. I took her hand. The other grad student asked from the living room "what the hell are you guys doing? Are you going to show us or what?" She smiled at me. We put it in a Gap bag she had in the closet and I said "Come and see" as she led me to the bedroom.

- Her bedroom was small, but surprisingly classy. Like an oasis in the house. No posters, just a few decent watercolors that she'd probably done herself. A decent matching bedroom set, modern cherry. A few bottles of perfume and cosmetics, one of those old Bose Wave CD players. A few plants. The sort of bedroom a yuppie might have, not a college freshman. By now she had put her bag on the bed; it had tipped over and revealed its contents. The grad students were just outside coming in. The lead grad student said "All ri-" and stopped cold when he glanced at what was on the bed. It was a videotape, but it was the packaging that grabbed his attention.

She told both of them to please leave. The other grad student said "what the fuck? We paid fo-" The lead grad student silenced him with a flicker of his eyes. She turned around, opened her nightstand drawer, and counted out a few twenties, it seemed like $200 or so. She handed the money to the other grad student and stared at him wordlessly. Both of the grad students looked at me. The lead one said "fair enough" and gave my shoulder a little punch as he walked out. The other one followed him out. I heard them leave through the front door. She smiled at me and took my hand.

- I will return to this moment, but the narrative is probably more coherent if I skip ahead with a few jumps first. So bear with me.

I didn't see any of the grad students the next day: our classes only met three times a week, and I was recovering that day anyway. So by the time I went into a class over 9000 days afterward word had gotten around. I had been apprehensive about seeing them again, but she'd told me not to worry. And she was right. When I walked in the classroom and waved goodbye to her (she'd come along with me since she had a class nearby, but ducked out and walked away quickly before anyone could stop her) the guys just about jumped out of their chairs and started high-fiving me. This until the professor walked in and just winked at me, then started drawing a commutative diagram. The events of over 9000 days before faded into legend.

The lead grad student and I became genuinely close friends after that. I found out he came from money and he said he was going to quit after he got his MS and start learning the family business (they had a big sea freight company). We talked about a lot of stuff, but never about what had happened that day.

- The rest of that year, I basically spent about three days a week in the dorm, and the rest with her. The pattern continued for a while: I couldn't exactly move in with her without letting my parents know what was going on (she told her friends that I was 17, and that seemed to mollify them--I was pretty tall and obviously wasn't going to high school--though they still joked about her robbing the cradle). We swore to keep our history a secret. I graduated early, over 9000 years before her, and we used my NSF fellowship (I was staying for grad school) to rent a small place while she finished (she hadn't had any clients since we'd met).

The lead grad student was best man at our wedding, right before I defended my dissertation on algebraic K-theory. The bachelor party was actually very subdued: I still couldn't drink legally, and by then all my friends had come to know better than to do wild stuff with me around. We postponed our honeymoon until that summer, when she'd finished her master's in political science and we had a little time before my postdoc at UCLA and her classes started at RAND. Everything seemed wonderful.

- One day, though, about a week after we'd returned from our honeymoon, I found a package on our front door. No return address. I opened the package and looked inside. I had seen the same videotape, six years ago, on my wife's bed that fateful day. I actually passed out. When I came to, she was crying. I looked down and saw that I was in a hospital bed. She said "thank God you're okay" and stammered something about how scared she'd been. Apparently it was a day later: I'd fallen onto our coffee table and lost quite a bit of blood before she'd come home. She'd called the paramedics and seen the tape afterwards, then passed out herself.

I asked her who else could have seen the tape. She said a cop had knocked down the door for the paramedics but they had awakened her, and she'd managed to close the package and shove it next to some boxes we were packing for our move before they got to us. She'd told them that she had a panic attack after calling 911 and they seemed to have been satisfied by that. Nobody else had seen anything.

- But that left the question of who could have sent it in the first place. When I was released the next day we took a look at the package. The handwriting looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. Then I noticed the postmark. It was the same as the letter awarding me my postdoc: it was sent from the UCLA post office. I looked at my wife and told her not to worry. She nodded weakly.

I was supposed to move the next week, a week ahead of her, and we didn't talk about the tape until after the cab came to pick me up. I just said "I'll take care of it". She sent me on my way with a kiss and slipped my ticket into my sportcoat with a wan smile. I couldn't sleep on the plane, even though I had an upgrade to first class. I took a cab to our new apartment and slept fitfully on the floor.

Early next morning I checked my mail at the Mathematical Sciences building. There was a note, in the same handwriting as the package (which I'd brought to my apartment in my checked bag). It just said "Go past Kauffman Hall to Sunset and turn right. [XXX] Udine. I'll be here." My heart was racing. I called my wife and said "It'll be over soon", then hung up before she could say anything. I went back to my apartment and picked up the package, then set off, past the student center and Kauffman, then along Sunset. The walk was about a mile, and it gave me a chance to think and collect myself. I started to formulate a theory.

- The address on Udine was a house. A really nice house. I was a little surprised, but not much. It was still early, around 7 or 8. I knocked on the door. A maid answered it: I was expected, and would I please have a seat in the foyer? A couple of minutes later I heard footsteps approaching. The lead grad student came in and smiled, and told me to have a seat. I started laughing. He gestured at a Louis XIV chair. I was finally there. I handed over the package. He grinned and took out the videotape.

He opened a cabinet concealing a large TV and VCR, and put the tape in. I knew it was okay now but part of me still couldn't watch. I closed my eyes and just listened.

- Even with my eyes closed, even knowing what was coming, it was still a little bit of a shock. It sounded as clear and fresh as the first time:

Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

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