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Contents 1 The Rambling Drunks News Archive 2 2007 2.1 June, 2007 2.2 July, 2007 2.3 August, 2007 2.4 September, 2007 2.5 November, 2007 2.6 December, 2007 3 2008 3.1 January, 2008 3.2 February, 2008 3.3 March, 2008 3.4 April, 2008 3.5 May, 2008 3.6 June,2008 3.7 July,2008 3.8 August, 2008 3.9 September, 2008 3.10 October, 2008 3.11 Novermber, 2008 3.12 December, 2009

[edit] The Rambling Drunks News Archive

Stored here are the epic retellings of exploits of TRD, except the ones we were too drunk to record.

[edit] 2007

[edit] June, 2007

-June 11th, 2007: Following the reinstatement of the Stronghold in our Stone Hut, Morph launched a daring raid on the stronghold of the Covert Moles, reclaiming our flag and the flags of our allies. You may take our flags, but we will take them back!!!

-June 12th, 2007: To celebrate his maxing out of level Barroom Hero sacked the Serial Killers Stronghold himself, bringing their standard back to the faction amid much celebrating.

Flags Taken: 1

[edit] July, 2007

-July 1st, 2007: On another wild drinking binge Grugg and Alice Cooper found themselves in Paradise in front of the Bazaar of the Bizarre SH. Although they shattered the ward a second ward held them back, but the faithful Vlad the Impaler came and rectified the situation, taking the flag back to the SH in style.

-July 3rd, 2007: With the stronghold still standing the Morph set off to level the Heavenly Host for something to do. His efforts were met with success and now all that remains of their SH is a pile of smoldering wreckage and some odd graffiti denoting drunkenness.

-July 6th, 2007: Seeing how the SH was still standing and nothing was really going on, Grugg noticed that The Robot Mafia had set up a stronghold nearby. Rather drunk and bored Grugg smashed through the ward and killed the lone defender, but did not take the standard as it was too small for him. Calling his oddly friendly mortal enemies at Small Blob of Evil over Grugg resmashed the ward again allowing them to gain some honor for themselves.

-July 13th, 2007: Seeing that The Robot Mafia had once more set up at 18,4 in Valhalla, Grugg went to show them out. Smashing the ward, Grugg discovered their stronghold to be empty and being to large a faction to take the standard himself, he called in The Hellfire Club who took the standard and once more shut the Robot Mafia out of Stygia.

-July 21st, 2007: After a long period of being raided (the last of which by the EOG) Grugg and Alice Cooper decided the best course of action would be to spend down to get out of the heavy raids. Calling in an ally from the Scourge, the stronghold of The Silent Order was ransacked, returning the Drunks to a level 4 faction following their spend down. Also, as Grugg was delighted to notice, their new hosts had left not 1, not 2 but 18 bottles of booze out on the counter! Clearly they had been expecting the Drunks arrival, and sought to bring them a gift. They are truly classy people, no more will we raid them.

-July 22nd, 2007: Now able to raid smaller targets, Grugg and Alice Cooper noticed that once more The Robot Mafia has set up on their turf. Feeling violent they raided them, clearing them out and taking their flag with such style that the gods themselves wept..

-July 23rd, 2007: Due to their original target being taken out, Grugg and Alice Cooper headed off and attack the Heavenly Host instead. Following the leveling of these hated angels, they accidentally wandered into Paradise in a drunken stupor, and inadvertently, Alice Cooper was slain. This being a total buzz kill, the Drunks headed home.

-July 26th, 2007: The Drunks, being logical as they are, noticed that a faction called the Hellsing Organization seemed to be dedicated to slaying revenants. Having many revenants themselves, the Drunks went to find out why they hated them so. When they arrived, the members of the Organization refused to participate in the debate, and not only that, had a revenant among them! Overcome by the rudeness and hypocrisy, the Drunks "accidentally" slew the others, "accidentally" took their standard, and "accidentally did rude things to the corpses. Their logical quest complete, the Drunks headed home.

Flags Taken: 6

[edit] August, 2007

-August 15th, 2007: Following the great and mighty 1.4.6 update, the drunks decided to raid again. Led by Alice Cooper, three of TRD's revenants attacked the Demonic Coalition which had decided to set up next door. With loud calls of "DHAZAL FOR DRUNKS!" and the maxing out of Alice Cooper the flag was taken, bringing the drunks one step closer to finally owning a bar.

Flags Taken: 1

[edit] September, 2007

-September 5th, 2007: Following a prolonged time where most of the Drunks sat about, a raid began. Raiding Kuro Kuro Pa three Drunks sacked the place and took the flag home to hang over their new bar.

-September 9th, 2007: The Drunks decided to team up with their new neighbors the JUICE CREW ALLSTARS and take on a faction much larger than themselves, The Ivory Mark. However, at the last moment disaster struck and those who love juice were raided the morning of the planned raid. Nevertheless the Drunks raided, along with the only JCAS member available, and cleared The Ivory Mark, who managed to revoke and flee with their cowardly standard. Utterly disgusted with this spineless behavior the Drunks yelled their frustration at the empty skies and did their best to desecrate the walls of the cowards' former SH.

Flags Taken: 1

[edit] November, 2007

-November 27th, 2007: After possibly the longest break from raiding the Nexus has ever seen, Grugg and Doctor Beatnik decided to smash down The Horde, another faction who thought counterinfusing them was a good idea. Rather annoyed the two of them bashed down the ward and took the lot of them singlehandedly, and Doctor Beatnik even managed to explode. All in all an excellent night on the town for the Drunks.

-November 28th, 2007: Fresh off exploding in last night's raid, Doctor Beatnik found him outside a SH with no ward. Walking in casually he picked up the flag on his way home, marking almost the easiest honor grab to date.

Flags Taken: 2

[edit] December, 2007

-December 28th, 2007: Feeling rather annoyed that they were being counterinfused, TRD embarked on a bar crawl of vengeance. In one of their largest raiding parties every 80% of the drunks showed and they leveled both The Horde as well as The Zerg Swarm and all but Doctor Beatnik returned home alive and drunk. All in all, an excellent day.

-December 30th, 2007: Being just short of affording their dance floor, the drunks go on a small ill prepared raid of The Guild of ARCHNESS. and end up APing out mid-raid. Luckily allies from the JUICE CREW ALLSTARS show up and help the drunks win the day and take home a glorious dance floor.

Flags Taken: 2

[edit] 2008

[edit] January, 2008

-January 4th, 2008: Thinking that they want the New Year to be a continuation of the last, the drunks headed off in another drunken raid. However, their target moved shortly before they arrived, causing them to have to find a new target in The Hellbound. Their ward was smashed down without trouble and the drunks soon helped themselves to both the fools inside and their standard. Another bar crawl with a trophy for the bar!

-January 5th, 2008: Still annoyed at being counterinfused by The Zerg Swarm the drunks once more headed off and flattened their SH with just 3 drunks in attendance. After taking the standard and a whopping 10 honor the drunks left messages written on the walls and vomit on the doorstep before heading home to hang the new flag over their over-crowded bar.

-January 10th, 2008: In a day of epic-ness felt the world over the drunks went in on an impromptu raid with new allies The Demons Next Door and The Guild and stole the flag of those odd LOLCATS. Afterward they yelled at people and threw up. I mean, that is truly epic.

-January 20th, 2008: After a small break the astute drunks noticed that The Robot Mafia was back in their turf, apparently looking to get killed. Grugg gave them ample warning to leave but instead they attempted to counter-infuse, ending their unfortunate lives. The Drunks live on, kicking ass all the while.

-January 25th, 2008: Grugg, Morph and Barroom Hero were sitting about, thinking of something to do. Suddenly the idea to pay their good Zerg friends another visit popped into their heads and they did just that. There were no survivors.

-January 27th, 2008: In a display of asskickery only ever seen by the enemies of TRD, the drunks hit not one, but two factions larger than them. The first to fall were the Stygian Outlaws who's mockery of a saloon did not even contain a bar. This injustice must be dealt with. They died quick. Secondly, the LOLCATS met the wrath of the now fully drunk HONKING drunks. It was close, but the drunks pulled it off, killing them all with style and showing just how classy they were. The drunks headed home, content with their two new standards and the extra awesomeness it implied.

Flags Taken: 6

[edit] February, 2008

-February 4th, 2008: Bolstered with a few new regulars for pub crawls, the drunks launched one of their rare attack on St.Germaine. The Society of Aetheric Scholars were their unfortunate target, and the combination of Grugg's new thunder sword and their VW's breath proved to all the world that Drinking > Thinking.

-February 6th, 2008: Realizing that frat boys have beer, and beer is good, the drunks raided Academy B hoping to steal some of this brew for themselves. Unfortunately, it seemed there was no booze, and not only that, not many frat boys. Angered by the sobriety the place, the drunks slew them all and took their flag. Still in a rage, the drunks traipsed off next door and destroyed the confusingly named members of Dol Guldur making yet another double raid for TRD.

-February 8th, 2008: Enraged over a previous incident, the drunks headed up to Valhalla to murder those damned Northpoint Isolationists and reclaim some lost flags. With the help of The Hellfire Club they handily cleared their stronghold and even had the energy to flop around drunkenly and bash on doors before throwing themselves into a massive disco party and subsequently disappearing.

-February 11th, 2008: Following a recap by the LOLCATS (in which they also stole the Stygian Outlaws flag from the hallowed bar) the drunk decided to hit both the factions back with the help of an ally. Along with members of The Hellfire Club they cleared the two factions, each walking home with a standard and the good feelings murder bring up.

-February 13th, 2008: To cap off a long spree of efficient raids, the drunks hit the unfortunate Zerg for the final time. Seeing how little resistance was expected, the drunks pulled a quick switch and had their usual ward basher Doctor Beatnik clear the hold himself in a drunken bloodlusted fury. Walking home with a standard draped over his shoulders, the good Doctor proved beyond a doubt why he is co-champion of the greatest faction to ever grace the nexus.

-February 14th, 2008: Upon finding out it was Valentine's Day and they were out of their special Javan Rhinoceros horn brew, the drunks headed out to find the raw ingredients. Unfortunately for the members of Endangered Species all of the ingredients seemed to be in their stronghold. Suffice to say the drunks were drinking merrily later that night.

-February 16th, 2008: Rounding out a week of what were indeed epic raids, the drunks headed into southern Stygia to find some violence. Finding the home of the Stygian Outlaws and their saloon, the drunks decided a drink would be appropriate. No sooner were they inebriated did they kill every single person in the saloon and steal all the curtains they could find, running away thinking of making a blanket. It was only later that they figured out that one of those curtains was the Outlaws' flag. All in all a good night.

-February 19th, 2008: Finally a long delayed revenge strike was carried out, and the drunks hit Trinitas way up in their paradise cottage. Although there was a bit of confusion the drunks leveled the ward and killed everyone inside before realizing they didn't see a flag. Highly confused they waited for a good 15 minutes before one of them had the thought to maybe pick up one of the flags in the large pile sitting there. It turned out to be their foe's and they then spent the night in paradise, enjoying the fine mead.

-February 21st, 2008: Continuing their spree of looking for off-planar booze, the drunks headed into the Valhalla club of The Care Bears looking for some mystical carefully brewed booze. Instead they found a lot of pointy angels, fluffy bears and of course, Your girlfriend who for some reason was surrounding in little floating orbs of pain. Confused by these unexpected events, the drunks killed everyone, took their flag, and went home.

-February 24th, 2008: In an odd version of a triple tap, the drunks capped the flag from The Horde to help out allies The Scourge before heading out on their own to flatten and steal the flag from The Hellbound. Next, the drunks flattened their new neighbors ¬_¬ and walked out with another shiny standard. It was simple, it was gritty and it involved all of 3 drunks. Can't argue with that.

-February 26th, 2008: Originally seeking a raid of vengeance, the drunks were suddenly dismayed when they found they could not locate their original raid target. Instead, in a wave of confusion they ended up on the porch of the Defenders of Valgrind. Not one to deny the drunken providence that lead them here the drunks kicked in the door and murdered everyone inside. Turned out to be almost as fun as their original plans after all.

-February 27th, 2008: Angry and bored, the drunks gathered a few of their buddies and headed out drinking. Their first stop was the stronghold of Vicious Carnage. They seemed to have no booze, and they all died. Next The Hellbound were visited, but they had no booze either. This was not good. Killing them, the drunks headed home, making a vow to find a target with booze next time.

-February 28th, 2008: As the end of February drew near, the drunks kicked off a going away party for one of the best months in their history. The old school latin chaps of Imperium Romanum unwittingly decided to host this party, and soon the poor blighters of the Silent Symposium were drawn in. Five minutes and two flags later, the drunks went home, happy, blood drenched, and thoroughly wasted.

-February 29th, 2008: With no time left in the month, Grugg and Barroom Hero launched a spot on raid on Vicious Carnage. They did it. With this the drunks were the #1 flag grabbers in February! Congrats too all their fine warriors.

Flags Taken: 19 (#1 Raiders In Feb '08)

[edit] March, 2008

-March 2nd, 2008: In a move no one saw coming, Yorrick seemed to get locked into the stronghold of Vicious Carnage and quite easily snatched their standard. While extremely odd, the move was greeted with much happiness as the drunks had just recently decided to forces the VC out of their territory.

Flags Taken: Atleast 1 (Records after this day were lost)

[edit] April, 2008

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[edit] September, 2008

-September 5th, 2008 Seeking random violence after a series of raids (lost in antiquity = we were too drunk to record them) two drunks headed to the depths of Stygia to shatter the wards of The Guild of ARCHNESS not once, not twice, but three times! By the time it had been broken thrice, the drunks were very tired, and napped for a good 45 minutes before grabbing the flag and killing all their enemies in the building.

-September 7th, 2008 Idleness ate at the drunks like a hungry...drunk eating thing, and without further delay they sprung into action. Óðr and Morph hopped through the Isle of Gates to Valhalla, and laid siege to the first faction they happened to see. Today the unlucky bastards were Serra's Sanctum and it took only a moment before the drunks had torn through the wards and grabbed the flag, only to pass out and sleep in the remains of the enemy hold for a good 24 hours, most likely awakening hungover the following morn.

-September 9th, 2008 The lads were still a little groggy from their previous pub crawl, but they surged force in search of glorious drink and battle regardless, finding themselves on Valhalla again, outside the home of the Justice League of Vahalla. Mindful to keep the noise down they discreetly broke in and grabbed the flag before yelling something stupid and stumbling about outside. In a display of timing most would call absolutely magical, Wynyard arrived at about this point, landing on the empty SH and wandering off without a word, truly a beautiful if confusing display.

-September 10th, 2008 Finding themselves alive the next morning, and not entirely sure where they were at the time the drunks set out to find some local booze. Their search took them to the doorstep of The Order of Umbrae which they quickly discovered was not a bar, apparently Wynyard had got lost and misdirected them. The day was salvaged however, as apparently throwing a stove at someone makes them more willing to give you their flag, and as just such an event occured, the drunks soon found themselves in posession of another flag, though their search for fine local brew continued.

-September 11th, 2008 Óðr and Wynyard awoke the next morning on Harper Island with no recollection of how and why they were there. Not ones to pass up the chance for glorious battle and fine booze however, the pair drunkenly boarded the ferry for Maquez, where they heard there was some fine tequila. When they arrived they found that some confused people called The Atheist Regime had not only taken all the tequila, but refused to worship booze in its rightful place as a divine force. The drunks saw fit to lecture them on their mistakes, and the poor misguided fools were so moved by their stirring oratory that they handed up their flag in submission, a tribute to the might of the drunks.

-September 15th, 2008 Taking a break from the glorious week of raiding they had previously had, the drunks headed back to Valhalla in search of a beer. Their search ended in futility when they discovered that Torchwood had set up on where they sought their sweet brew, and so they had no choice but to kick the door in and murder those that stood between them and the beer. It turned out rather nice.

-September 16th, 2008 While Óðr and Wynyard drank mysterious heaven brewed beers in the void, Morph called them up in hopes of getting in on the action. With the pair of them respawning and flying to the target mostly hungover the three of them managed to shatter the wards of The Order of Umbrae and grab their flag, killing everyone and doing odd things to the furniture.

-September 18th, 2008 A drunken respawn in the middle of paradise turned out to be less than horrible for Óðr, who respawned directly atop a weakened Stronghold of The Lack Confederacy and without a second thought burnt it to the ground in a barfight worthy of the gods. Awakened by the sudden arrvial of a flag hurtling through time and space to crash in their tavern, Morph and Wynyard leapt forth from their stools to join Óðr in a quest for a second flag that day. The nearby home of Serra's Sanctum provided the location for their glorious battle, and they did their odd drunken dances and secured their second flag of the day!

-September 20th, 2008 The lust for drink and battle not yet sated for the weekend, three enterprising drunks set forth to Valhalla to pay their old friends Torchwood a visit in hopes of finding one of their old friends. He wasn't home however, so the drunks drunk deeply of their mead horns, killed the inhabitants, stole the flag, and left the bill.

-September 23rd, 2008 After they recieved a visit from Serra's Sanctum earlier in the week (which they fought off with great awesomeness) the drunks decided a visit to Valhalla was once more in order. However, they managed to get completely lost and ended up visiting the Seekers of the Void instead, with Wynyard kicking their front door in and having his own perverted way with the flag.

-September 25th, 2008 Bored and full of mead, Wynyard drunkenly ventured into the depths of Stygia on a booze finding quest. His travels took him to the home of The Horde, who quickly fell beneath his fist, granting him a standard...and incidentally a large glass of mead back at the tavern.

Flags Taken: 12 (#3 Raiders in Sept '08!)

[edit] October, 2008

-October 1st, 2008: Following almost a full week of naught but drinking and debauchery, the Drunks decided to ring October in with style, and a pair of them headed off to Valhalla to see old friends Torchwood for some celebratory partying. The party soon turned sour however, as the drunks were unable to locate an old friend they had come looking for, and made a terrible mess. The terrified hosts handed over this flag in return for their lives, and drunks returned home happy, drunk and draped in flag togas.

-October 2nd, 2008: Óðr awoke this morn with a desire for strong mead from the halls of the angels, and without further adieu made his way to paradise in search of just such a reward. His searching led him to the home of the Lack Confederacy, who curiously had no outer ward. Taking this as an open invitation to sample their undoubtably extensive mead stash, he headed inside, only to find a complete lack of sweet mead! Feeling betrayed by this deception, he tore the curtains from the walls, intended to return home and sew himself a fine cape, it was only later that he realised he had taken their flag as well.

-October 3rd, 2008: For the third day in the row the drunks set forth from their tavern in search of fine booze, sexy parties and glorious battle. Their search took them now to Maquez, where they stumbled on to some chaps called The Math Murderers, and they decided to make it the theme of their adventure, first miscalculating the strength of their ward, then noting that 2 of them was less than 8 mathletes. nevertheless they decided to smash them anyway, smashing and smashing until they could smash no more. 2 Drunks + 2 Recaptured Flags + 1 Standard Taken = 31 Honor + Glorious Battle!

-October 5th, 2008: After taking a day off from their non-stop raid-a-thon, the drunks decided they'd celebrate the arrival of some new members by avenging the brief annoyance that was Serra's Sanctum's visit to their hold a few weeks before. A trio of them set out from their tavern and kicked in their foe's front door, slaughtering the lot of them and claiming their standard for their own, reminding them that the next time they came to visit, they bloody well bring the beer. Later that same day, the intrepid Conan the Caterer set off on his own one man clusterfuck, tearing into paradise and absolutely demolishing GamingSteve and claiming their stronghold for his own, taking their flag to make himself an awesometastic cape as well as bringing great honor to the faction.

-October 6th, 2008: Angered by Torchwood's intervention in their raid the previous day, the drunks decided to stop by and explain to them proper etiquette. Unfortunately what started as a mild mannered seminar ended in devastation and an angry bunnygirl decided that the building was rather energy inefficient and decided she'd blow the place to the ground. Somehow the drunks walked out, slightly dizzy but carrying their newly liberated flag.

-October 9th, 2008: Following a visit a few days ago by some n'er-do-wells that cost them a few days of hard drinking, the drunks decided to pay them a return visit and drop their tab on them instead. Unfortunately, some rave-happy loons had already been there, and rumor had it the party had been big enough to leave little booze for the drunks, so they headed instead to Valhalla, where they encountered The Abandoned, along with their jukebox. Taking a shine to the dance party that had been spawned the lot partied long into the night and when it all was over, the drunks walked home with a jukebox and a nice shiny flag for their collection.

-October 10th, 2008: Following an extended stay hiding in the corpses of their party hosts of the night before, a pair of the drunks headed next door to see the Warriors, drunkenly mistaking them for an old movie they had seen in the 80's. Blaming them for shooting the only gang leader who could unify New York, they made a terrible mess, throwing up over the furniture and making odd oragami swans out of the curtains. In the end the Warriors no doubt return to Coney Island while the drunks walked home with their standard.

-October 11th, 2008: Following a return visit from their last party hosts, the drunks found that one of their prized flag-shaped cocktail napkins had gone missing, a difficulty they'd have to resolve. With a few of them still camped out in the middle of Valhalla they headed over to The Abandoned to recover their stolen property. While their plans were almost ruined by an annoying and confusing clown the drunks soon broke the ward on their home, bustling in for glorious battle and what little drink was available. Their goals accomplished, the drunks returned home to celebrate with sweetest mead and odd, drunken b-boy attempts.

-October 13th, 2008: The departure of the Nordic Avengers from the Caldera signalled a new era of TRD supremacy over the area. The vikings granted the drunks their old hold, and Óðr wasted no time in moving the drunks into the fabled mead hall of the gods. As a farewell tribute to the departing Nords, Óðr granted them seven of the standards the drunks had collected over the last few months, in hopes that their new home would be a success.

-October 15th, 2008: Having spent two days without violence with the move to their new home, the drunks felt honourbound to kill something and take their beer. They settled on Nakamura Technologies, with the hope of finding some magical techno-beer. What they found instead, was a pitiful lack of beer in the workplace and something that looked very much like a fish. Enraged by the possibility that this fish had drank all their beer, they killed a whole bunch of people before returning to their glorious mead hall to drink deep of their own (non-techno) beer.

-October 18th, 2008: Wynyard awoke to great horror to find his beer had been stolen. Logically it had been stolen by Torchwood so a pair of drunks headed out to reclaim it and maybe even have a little party. Upon their arrival Torchwood refused to hand over the beer, so they had to die. Simple as that.

-October 22nd, 2008: Frustrated with the moral bindings of being a good faction, the last angels for TRD set out to change the course of the faction, as well as find one last drink together. They went once more to the home of their hated enemies Torchwood, hoping finally they'd have booze ready this time for once. They did not, and they died.

-October 28th, 2008: Following the pathetic appearance of Acta Sanctorum in their mead halls to recover the flags of lesser factions, the drunks set out to restock their flag pile. Their first target of choice was (as per usual) the fools of Torchwood who had had many of their flags saved a few days before. With much shooting, hooting and...fluting(?) the drunks flattened their SH, claiming the flag once more for the mighty mead halls of the drunks.

Flags Taken: 13

[edit] Novermber, 2008

-November 2nd, 2008: Looking to start the month off with a bang (and having been too hungover to raid on the 1st) the Drunks set out on one of their most ambitious pubcrawls to date, heading up to Valhalla and visiting the hospitals of the Doctors Without Borders, hoping to get some IV equipment to pump the beer directly into their veins. The refused, calling it "unethical" or some other word, we don't remember. Suffice to say the drunks whipped out their secret weapon (a cute and cuddly bunny!!!) and proceeded to lay waste to the hospital trying to find the rubbing alcohol and backless gowns. When they returned to their mead halls to survey their loot they found that in the drunken confusion one of them (the bunny again!!!) had taken the flag instead of a hospital gown. Deciding the make the best of the situation they hung it on their wall, and then ran about mostly naked and drunk.

-November 7th, 2008: In a series of clusterfucks the world had never seen before the drunks showed up to a raid four hour late and then forgot where they were going. They ended up on the doorstep of The Abandoned and promptly forgot how to bash. By the time they broke their way in they were pretty much knackered, and sat around for fifteen minutes before finally clearing the place. They nearly forgot to grab the flag while they were at it, but eventually they prevailed, bringing home a nice new bucket of honor to feed the kids.

-November 11th, 2008: The glorious clang of their rapehammers rang loud today as a group of drunks descended on Valhalla and proceeded to look for beer and a semi-decent jukebox. They found both in the home of the Seekers of the Void, who somehow managed to draw the ire of the drunks and started a barfight the likes of which the world had never seen before. The drunks smashed the place to hell, and somehow in the fight brought the gift of light once more to the land. Very confused by the odd series of events the drunks flew off to their moon fortress that doesn't exist, and did nothing more.

-November 20th, 2008: After a few good days of napping and killing one another (and Conan three times!!!) the drunks decided today was as good a day as any to go kill people. Since their last visit had been ruined by the subsequent visit of The Faithful, the drunks headed once more to Valhalla to talk to the Doctors Without Borders to discuss the merits of a purely alcoholic diet. Somehow the discussion turned to headbutts, and then to actually headbutting each other. No one is sure what happened next but the drunks ended up walking home with a new shiny flag.

-November 23rd, 2008: Following their last visit to the good doctors, some of the more silly ones (we believe they are Doctors of Stupid, we are looking into the possibility of University course in Stupid) dropped by their hold and made an ungodly mess on the porch. The Drunks had been keeping their empties out there and were devastated to learn they couldn't trade them in for five cents a piece. Filled with a most righteous, drunken rage the drunks swung Doctors Without Borders by for righteous, drunken vengeance. Some crazy shit happened and the next day the drunks awoke at home with a new shiny flag.

-November 25th, 2008: Bored with the monotony of the pathetic doctors, the Drunks set out to find an interesting place to visit. They stumbled upon John Brown's Raiding Party, and seeing how they were raiding, and always liked parties, they decided to pay them a visit. When they arrived they couldn't help but notice a few flags they recognised, namely a few of their old drinking buddies. One of the drunks moved to pick them up when a few of fthe John Brown fellows began to complain. A perfectly gentlemanly conversation ensued, but eventually the sober ones decided to make it personal, insulting the validity of stuff crocodiles as messiahs. Within seconds all but the drunks were slain, and the drunks headed home carrying one additional flag.

Flags Taken: 6

[edit] December, 2009

December 4th: Following the surrender of the doctors and a few days of boring standard counting, the drunks decided they longed for something new. Something classy, something...endangered. They arrived at the home of [[Endangered Species], and realised this would fit perfectly. While the Polar Bear wasn't home (Grugg had so wanted a Polar Bear hat!) a few others were about, and the drunks wasted no time in relieving them of their valuables...namely body parts. Conan fried himself some Tree Octopus guts...although we're not sure how, a new rug was made from the Siberian Tiger and a forest pika was relieved of its...whatever a forest pika has. The drunks went home, decked in regal finery and such. Oh and they got a flag too, but that's not as important.

December 10th: Seeing how the 11th was to be the the birthday of one of the Drunks glorious leaders, but that leader would be faaaaaaaar too drunk to move, he decided to mobilise some lads for some violence. Seeing how Endangered Species had their flag recovered, and were fool enough to set up just next door the drunks headed their first, in search of endangered gifts for their leader. They found a tree octopus and gave it to him. He was pleased. The whole night was well good...also a certain wench killed someone with her breasts, all good. Later that day Jorm gave everyone +200 AP so the drunks raided AGAIN! taking the standard of the John Brown's Raiding Party as well as recovering their own! Conan as well, upset of being left out of a bonus raid, went off and soloed Starbuccaneer's Coffee recovering some allied flags as well. All in all an excellent birthday raid day. Good gracious mercy of the lord, apparently another drunk felt left out and smashed into another faction's hold, killing 15 of them and recapping an allied flag. GRAVY BOATS OF MERCY!

December 11th: The day of epic raiding continued long past midnight, meaning it was actually the leader's birthday, and not some strange replacement. It was now, in the dead of night, that a man whose name sounds like vomit and a friendly cupcake headed to the deadlands and laid waste to NADA. The cupcake was joyous, and hoisted the new flag for all to see. And there was much rejoicing.

December 14th: It seems the Endangered Species had yet to figure out who really owned the Caldera, and the drunks were in a foul mood with a strong hangover. A group of them sauntered over to the pig pen they were living in, kicking in the door and swing long pieces of wood at whatever moved. By the end, all the animals were dead, as well as a pair of drunks due to some confusion over the wood swinging. But it was all good, and the drunks walked home with a new flag.

December 21st: In what would be their last outing before Christmas a trio of Drunks headed out to secure more rum for their eggnog. Logically if you want rum you ask a pack of dogs so they headed to the home of the Good Dogs to see if they had any to spare. While they were asking all politely and such one of the dogs tried to eat the Drunks' friendly cupcake, and not a group to allow such a wrongdoing to occur, the Drunks instantly declared war. The force of the declaration was such that the dogs were torn asunder and their Stronghold destroyed. Satisfied the drunks returned home, laden with rum and stolen flags.

Flags Taken: 7