So we three-man the Scarlet Armory, because instances are piss-easy since Cataclysm; we're about two levels lower than we should be - the mobs are red for us lol - but at least it's a bit of a challenge, and fun - or, as we call it, FNU.
This trio is called "Shiny Bad" - that pretty much sums up most of the boss tactics all around wow - and I know this poem sounds like a pitiful rerun of the Zul Gurub Cauldron Song, but I only had five minutes to write it, seeing as Switz said, after one scary pull that got us all screaming, "Oh, Bell, you have to write a poem with 'Scarlets to the left and Scarlets to the right' in it," and my ego replied "gimmie five minutes" and got me into this mess. So there.
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Scarlets to the left and Scarlets to the right
There's foxes, hammers, arrows, bloodhounds
Bashing shields and Light
There's glovy gloves and books galore, the healer is a nun
It's just a Scarlet Monastery, Shiny-Baddy run.
We tank the Houndlord round and round the central courtyard, for
The mana is all gone and there is damage still galore
The pet just pulled three more groups and we're not sure we'll come through
But oh, who minds? it's good XP, and after all, it's FNU.
So in we go again, repaired, and face those Scarlets' blame
"You carry taint of we-don't-care, we'll kill you in Light's name!"
And kill there is, but theirs, not ours, for we rock, and tonight
There's piles of corpses all around, dead Scarlets, left and right!
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