It's The End Of The World As We Know It

Blogs are great models of how an epidemic plague might spread, if said plague was made out of words not typically run through spell-checker (*note: we at WAAAGH! do not believe in spell-checkers for religious reasons). Someone gets their tooth on an infected monkey of a story, and before you can say "Burn the corpses!", it's everywhere like a party rash. The Hot New Thing, if you will. And it's an odd duty of a blogger to help spread the disease instead of contain it in a safe quarantine. I know, it doesn't make sense, but I didn't create blogs and I can't fight anything with the suffix -og on it.

Today, my RSS feeds switched from yesterday's contagion of "Richard Bartle gets his first 15 minutes of fame since 1978" to "OMG GIULD BATA!!!" While I had a humorous cartoon illustration of Bartle to share with you, well, out with the old and in with the new festering development.

So, yeah, to no one's surprise that read the May newsletter or read the latest Herald article, guild beta codes are being shipped off to scores of happy-go-lucky cliques throughout the world with the promise of imminent inclusion into the closed beta ...(you know, sometime in the next four weeks)... and that is that. The WAR community gives a happy sigh -- one step closer to live release -- and we can continue fighting the infection with flamethrowers and syringes full of grape Kool-Aid.

Except that this is decidedly not okay, since I -- last time I checked -- am not a guild, did not apply for this phase in the beta, and thus have probably the same odds of getting in as a manatee has swaying the boat-going public in Florida to take a rest and stay out of the water for a day so that their baby manatees don't get chopped up into manatee chum. And YES, I included that last sentence solely so I could use a manatee graphic for this post.

The way I see it, the only way to rectify this clerical error is by forming a guild, commondeering a time travel vessel (I'm not picky: DeLorean, Time Booth or magical amulet, your pick), and going back a year or so and getting my foot in the door. And since we have established I cannot be a one-person guild, I need at least six brave souls who will unite in this eon-spanning cause to join my guild, Chrono Chaos, before we make the journey back to 2007 to change things and then return to the now to get our guild beta key.

Who's with me?

Update! Here's the entire Chrono Chaos guild roster thus far:

• Syp: Fearful Leader


• Darkgobbo: Orc Translator


• BMR: Lazy Cousin of BMX


• Matt: Time Machine Hog


• CunningB: Lunch Herder


• DexterDouglas: Party On, Dudes!


• Moxie: Yes, Ma'am


• The Hammered: Making Awkward Comments Since 2008


• Vagrant: Touched In The Head


• Werit: Time Dwarf


• Khaos: Momma-In-Law's Boy


• Lske: Guild Plumber


• roXet: eXtreme eXcitement


• Mekoia: Pimple Patrol


• Qatol: Impossible To Spell In Scrabble