Who we are: A bunch of friends who fell in together gradually over the years. How many years? I dunno...3? 12? 42? 5? Somewhere in there. CD has overcome death by apathy and inactivity 3 times. Twice before in years passed we were an average-tier raid guild. The latest incarnation, approximately 2 years old, is a group of friends from each incarnation as well as new folks we have picked up along the way. What we do: Nothing. Each member is free to get into his or her own space without judgement. We have or have-had grind fiends, multi-boxers, Don Quixotes, decorating hounds, tradeskill gnomes, farming fanatics (of the legal kind), money-grubbers, and social butterflies. Your mileage may vary. If you need a hand, you organize and recruit members to help. Nobody is required to do anything, and members are expected not to hold a grudge for non-interest. But, we're big believers in karma -- give a hand, to get a hand, or the loot gods will frown upon you. It is written. No, really. What we want: You! However, you must be that type of person we can jive with. We're looking for self-propelled people who will attack the game, as opposed to being led through it. We are not averse to helping out - however, "please powerlevel me" and "can you buy me a bunch of gear" are right out. Advice is free. Guidance is free. Knowledge is free. Handouts test our patience in a big way. What we DON'T want: Sadly, in every barrel of monkeys, there's always one or two that want to fling poo. Accordingly, we have blacklisted a few people over the years for being incompatible. If you're one of these people, don't waste our time: Debby Drama -- absolutely not interested at all, one bit. Begone, foul demon. Petey Politics -- forget it. Take your crusade to expose (insert name here) somehwere else. Frieda C. Floozey (the C is for Cyber, of course) -- same goes for Frieda's cross-dressing alter-ego, Carlo C. Casanova Robby the Racist -- get lost. Superior Sam -- no thanks. We admit your greatness as you were a part of <that big mighty raid guild> back in '04. Now go find someone else to impress. What's it all mean, Wire?: Basically we're looking for more people to pick on and be picked on by. A group of adults who don't combust when you use a curse word or make a naughty joke, and each have our own pet projects we work on. A social guild who are open to helping out but respect each others desire to be left alone in equal measure. Fruits, nuts, and flakes. And Ratonga Supremacists, of course. New accounts OK. Transfers exploring AB are OK. Burned-out raiders are OK. People looking for a place to alt in peace are OK. Give us a try. The worst that can happen is you decide we're not for you... (Actually, the WORST that can happen is that I kidnap you and you wake up and find out what REALLY is going on in Temple Street...) Contact a recruiter via the in-game recruitment tool, or send Wirewhisker an in-game mail.
