Greetings and salutations. My name is Earl (insert snickers and queries about the status of mustache and/or "The List"), some of you might know of me through such postings as "Your guild is a bunch of gobbledy-gooks for not waiting until live like the rest of us" or "Rust Puppy, is he really that bad of a guy (probably)" perhaps you were even fortunate enough to discover me in my early works "Speed it's what makes you not want to have dinner" or "Bollocks, I forgot what I was supposed to say her (it was really good, trust me). Others might recognize me as that fagabond guy, though I removed myself from that in order re-evaluate my situation upon this server.
Where was I?
Oh yes, the point!
This game is an entity which has entrapped a portion of my soul for the last two years. When I started I was a novice at all this. Through some unlucky stroke of miraculous tragedy I accomplished the worthless notes you see in my signature. But before that I became frustrated with the idiocies and..., well really that was pretty much it, of people and their claims of this game being their identity and absurdities of that nature.
So I left my first guild and in a failed attempt. No that is not right. It was not failed, it was an experiment and if an experiment goes off the plan which it was assumed to take it is an experience not a failure. Still, I created a guild which through some mistake of circumstance became quite large and well known. As mentioned in an alluding factor moments before this did not proceed in the manner originally perceived nor intended. Though I regret not a moment of it and the fun I had. I attempted, horribly, to correct the errors of my leadership. At the end I realized what it was I had truly intended and how to accomplish that. (Bored yet? Good. Then stop reading) The Vagabonds, god I hate Bloodshot for that acronym, will always hold a dear place in my heart, but now it is time for me, and perhaps you, for something completely different.
With that in mind I present, Anchorage.
It is not a guild (Okay in the sense which the game names it that there is, but bear with me. You've come this far you sadist). There is no hierarchy, there is no leadership, there are no egos nor power struggles or sleeping with wives (and if there is, you are a bad person. bad, coming from a half decade celibate. BAD!!!!! (((((this is where you laugh pretending that we just shared a moment)))))). there are no requirements, though I may lean on you to be an idiot with me and play around with the Abbot properly, there are no expectations. By Khyber (see I can even roleplay), there is nothing more than a place to rest and restore ourselves in the midst of the game or real life which may be beating down on us.
My name is Earl, or Shin or you poxy git and I open the doors of Anchorage to you. (fully expecting to fall on my face, but hey what's life without some laughter and challenge right? (if you don't get that really, please, I beg of you, stop reading))
******* all typos are strictly the fault of the bottle of Rosenblum and the four glasses of Oban I had with my solitary dinner tonight*************Oh and my still sprained wrist****8*8888****