THE SAGA OF THE O.G.
Chapter 9 -
The 5 OGs and Spektr sat at Boozor's table and waited for him to return with Slice Device and Unwavering Gauntlets. They waited. And then they waited some more. Yodatoy and Spektr had been hastily awoken in Boozor's absence. Yoda, who had drifted into a deep slumber and was having a nightmare, had accidentally reached out and electrocuted Spektr with Arc Lightning.
"Sowwy!" Yoda sang as he fanned Spektr's smoking hair. Spektr was definitely conscious now, and was as awake as he was irritated. Malakai and Void were chuckling quietly. Boozor returned several minutes later with nothing in his hands. He seemed burdened, nonetheless. Everyone turned in their chairs to face him.
"I've been thinking," he started. "The map Melk, that you offered...."
Melk cautiously uttered, "Yeah? What about it?"
"Melk, it's...it's priceless, man. I have to give you more than just a stupid knife and a pair of gloves for it. Plus, you're all my friends. I won't get involved with these foes unless I absolutely have to, but I can certainly help out with the gear. Come with me."
The following is a story that started off rather small on the US Wizard Forums. I didn't plan on writing something so involved, but now that the ideas have began to swim about in my mind, I can't stop. This installment of the Quick Touch will include the 1st 8 chapters of this "series". The chapters to follow will be in their own entries. Keep up with SOTOG (Saga of the O.G.)! Enjoy!
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THE SAGA OF THE O.G.
Chapter 1 - Long Live the OG
Chapter 2 - The Three Wizarteers
Chapter 3 - Tonight, We Dine on Cat
Chapter 4 - The Great Sleet Storm of Malakai
Chapter 5 - A Brief History Lesson for Spektr
Chapter 6 - Age Before JellzRoc
Chapter 7 - Dealing With Boozor
Chapter 8 - Sniff, Sniff
After celebrating Reaper of Souls' first birthday, the 100% bonus to gold and experience has ended!
Here's what Vizjerei members have managed to accomplish from the start of the buff to the end...
Since the very first day when clans and communities were implemented in Diablo III, the Vizjerei Clan has been closed off to active recruiting of its members. Every member to date gained membership through community influence, friendships with existing members, or having developed the influencer mentality and relationships necessary to find a home within the clan.
However, we have decided after on and off discussions throughout the past few months, that the Vizjerei Clan will adopt a new recruitment policy aimed at stimulating clan growth and activity.
You can find the application by clicking on this link or navigating to the "Apply" tab under the site header.
For general questions and concerns, feel free to post in the forum.
Season 2 is now live on the NA server.
Numerous Vizjerei Clan members are participating. Some exclusively, some alternating with non-Season.
The holidays are among us.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all!
Hey, I get it. We broke the game.
When I was 5 or 6 years old, I pushed my brother into the swimming pool...while he wore jeans and a sweatshirt...in late September...on an uncommonly cold day. Luckily, my father was out of town on business when this happened. As the primary discipline-enforcing parent in our family, I foolishly counted myself among the "lucky". When my father came home, he sat me down on the couch in our living room and asked me, "Why'd ya do that?"
"I didn't do it on purpose," I said.
"So you're saying it was an accident?"
"What's an accident'?" I asked.
"An accident," he calmly replied, "is when something happens that you are responsible for that you didn't do on purpose."
I paused and thought about this for a moment. This seemed like the easy way out of this debacle. I quickly told my father that this was, in fact, an accident.
"So you understand what an accident is, now?" He peered over the top of his glasses with anticipation, but I failed to notice. I slowly nodded in agreement.
"Good," he snapped, "Now I'm going to teach you what a lie is." My father grounded me for a week. That meant, no TV, no games, no friends, no play-time. At the end of the week, he asked me if I learned my lesson. I told him, in all honesty, that I had. He lifted my punishment and I returned to my normal life.