(also known as: the fetish special update)

Above is an artistic and cultivated metaphor, depicting the subtle and loving relationship between OOH and our last standing obstacle to beating the Molten Core. (Or, if you prefer, Rogmog's wildest fantasy.) Alas, the scene quickly turned a mite too awry to our liking, and then we found out Red Queen Ragnaros had forgotten the safeword. Bellowing it out proud leaves the cruel mistress unfazed.

But no worries, we're not about to let such a slight inconvenience hinder our progression. Humiliation is, after all, part of the trade... So what we receive, we deal tenfold. As such, we've been roughing up every single boss in Molten Core within the space of two nights. I'll spare you carefully cropped loot shots, as they can easily be summed up by this:

Now let's see. This is all fine and well, but how are we to pursue our noble horde-on-MC S&M endeavor without some drive and libido? Intense as the area is, some might be afraid that Order of Hasson may run out of steam for this ongoing metaphor. A quick tour of the local denizens should convince you otherwise.

Poor, poor Galuda. You should've followed the expert's advice:

At least Shaun sticks to the safe prospects.

Others rely on each other, which works as well.

There's also self-service, though care must be taken for it not to get out of hand. Pardon the pun.

And last, but not least... You can always turn to the family!

But even family can turn you down. That must be harsh.

With all these distractions, people have a hard time staying focused and on track for raids... Even with the incentive of the world famous DKP and loot. Officers, however, have ideas in store to harvest this enthusiasm into motivation for the guild!

And then people wonder where are all the girls in the guild.

Kids! Don't forget, enthusiasm is fine and well, but you must use proper protection. Catholicism counsels it.

No, forget all about rubbers. Just ask the local specialist:

Hmmm, that's almost a foul, even for me. Let's leave it at that for now.

Random nothings

Some of you might have heard, or experienced the Plague. Just follow the wise counsel and you'll be safe.

Worse than the plague, hurricane devastation, inflated gas prices and Kanye West's whining... It's the walking fashion statement OOH's first Arcanist crown drop ever. Behold, the horror.

Just don't start writing bad rap songs about your dream.

What's so foul about this language?

This is more like it.

It was once speculated there must be a law out there specifying that rogues must have retarded names. Let's add more proof to the case.

And then there's your latest guild of eight-year-olds.

Terrible.

This update brought to you by furries, ocelots, Captain Kirk and David Hasslehoff: