Harken Flower and Flowerettes unknown, for I have a grand tale to tell!
Whatever mystical force brought 9 ADHD riddled Happy Flowers together
into a seemingly organized effort, I cannot say, but their deeds speak for themselves!
*This story brought to you in lunar 3D graffix*
*With 100,000BC polygon mode translation courtesy, Dayse.*
Our expedition began in the dark, musty, bowels of the Lavastorm
Mountains, wherein (keeping with the holiday tradition) we slaughtered the native
populas, and thereafter gave thanks for all of the phat loots.
Fun fact: Solusekians leave nothing to waste...
even a wayward adventurer can serve as a stunning post
modern piece for a more unique, expressive, dungeon!
Witness as the flowers bloom under stiff adversity:
Deerin, in example wastes no time in reinforcing the ranger stereotype
by stealing aggro at the most inopportune occasions; Inspired by such valor,
I myself take upon this noble task.
Indeed, since the days of yore, Rangers have aspired
to die in raids of all shapes and size.
Losing only a lowly enchanter,
the Flowers mark their first of many triumphs.
In an unexpected turn of events,
the flowers accost Nagafen's personal pimp.
Fun fact: There is in actuality, no correlation between 'fly-ness' and polygon count.
After a lackadaisical fight, (THATS RIGHT< WHY DON"T YUO DAERLICT YUOR OWN BALLS!)
the Flowers triumph and there was much rolling to be had!
Though the details are hazy, a hat of some manner was dropped, and it had a hefty sum of charisma
(Feeling charitable, we allow our hapless enchanter the loot)
Few people allow their pets on furniture,
Few people are Flowers of Happiness...
We conclude our thrilling adventure in the traditional Flower manner...
Fun fact: You may kite wherever you please, despite everyone's least favorite forum troll, r0achthewarhero, being in the way.
But with death, there comes rebirth:
There's no lvling like pwrlvling!