This seems to be the type of guild I've been looking for. Who can I be on the lookout for in-game?

4 - To break out of stuns and knockdowns, use your mouse 1 & 2 button bash/interrupt. To break out of roots, snares etc, us a dodge roll. Note, I know they use a load of Stamina but it's better than dying in the red circles. (Morden)

Yup stop by and sit a spell...

ADeadKitty wrote: »

Are you sure you guys aren't a reincarnation of my former guild: Ale and Wenches? There aren't many "bunch of nuts" guilds out there anymore.... it's unnatural!

I shall be paying this mysterious website a visit and asking it for some candy I heard was being handed out.

Dear A. Deadkitty,

Does the A. stand for Arthur? Aberford? Ainsley? Aloysius? I bet its Aloysius. OK, Hi Aloysius, while we do enjoy ale and wenches...including those of us that are ale soaked wenches, to my knowledge we are not the reincarnated zombie version of the Ale and Wenches guild. However, we may be channeling Ale and Wenches and some of us are definitely partaking in ale and wenches.

Yes, the candy is free and delicious, make sure you eat the whole handful before the free medical exam begins. The probulator is fired up for your application. Just lie back and think of England, or New England...whatever floats your boat.

Look forward to talking with you Aloysius.

Friday Night Fight's tonight! The coolest amongst us will be forming a screaming writhing mass of awesome in Cyrodiil tonight. Our planning team has formulated the greatest plan to end the war ever devised by a team of rabid chimps. We will descend on the other Alliances with the fury of a vicious pack of vicious marmosets. They will fall before us gasping as they asphyxiate due to excessive laughter. But in the end our reach will have exceeded our grasp and we will most likely fall within inches of the beer fridge. Like the ancient gladiators used to say,"For those of us about to rock, we salute you!"

Why do people keep trying to kill me in Cyrodiil? I'm out there giving free hugs and picking flowers for orphans when all the big meanies in the Daggerfall Covenant and Aldmeri Dominion keep picking on me. Ebonheart players never attacked me once. It just proves that the Ebonheart Pact is all about peace, love and understanding, while those other alliances are full of hooligans and thugs. Quit harshing our buzz with your violence and PvP.

Fellow Citizens of Tamriel, I've come here to discuss the scourge that has plagued these lands for far too long. No, not Daedra, not bots, or even High Elves, though they are worthy of your scorn. I'm here to talk to you about Skeevers. But Morden, you say, they're just big rats, and not even as big of rats as most politicians, and they're cuter that Orcs. That may be true, but they're cunning and vicious, like small children. It always starts out all cute and wanting to pet them, then turns into OMG, OMG they're biting me. There's never just one either, you might only see one, but when it attacks, suddenly they'll spawn everywhere, and then they'll swarm you and bite you and steal your wallet and call you names and write mean things about you on your Facebook page. Now I have a 3 step plan to rid us of these furry terrorists.

1) Find the Pied Piper of Hamlin.
2) ???
3) Profit.

Absolutely foolproof, and I think we're the fools to prove it. So come my friends join Unrepentant in eradicate the Skeever threat to all the good people of Tamriel. Click on the link in my signature and fill out an application to begin your fabulous journey of Skeever murder with us.

Skeeves - onna stick -inna bun! It's yummi!

Dear Minions 'Peers',

I am back. I survived my extended stint in 'the Real World', not the one where you live in a crappy house with a bunch of immature angsty teens and 20 somethings. But the planet inhabited by a bunch of immature and angsty people of all ages. Yes, I was forced to do something called 'work' for many hours over the last few weeks. My boss, or whatever he calls himself these days, could not seem to grasp the concept that I had important things to do in ESO, and I really shouldn't be spending so much time at 'work'. It's almost like he didn't care that Cyrodiil was being over run by smelly orcs from Daggerfall and mincing high elves from the Altmeri Dominion. But that is behind us now, and I'll be around more for all of you to bask in my glory. Lets not forget the immortal words of the coolest man to ever live, The Fonz, when he said,"Ehhhhh". Truer words have never been spoken.

huntgod_ESO wrote: »

Pants nearly killed me the other day, was standing and putting them on, stuck both legs in the same side and tipped over crashing to the ground. Worst part was how time seemed to slow so that I had plenty of time to think about how awkward my position as the ground rushed up at me. Sigh...damnable pants.

Pants...the silent killer. Waiting for one mis-step, then BOOM, headshot, game over man, game over. That's why every game of Clue ends with someone screaming Mr.TROUSERS IN THE DRESSING ROOM WITH THE SNIPER RIFLE,while stripping off their cloths, kicking over the board and running out of the room. At least that's how every game of Clue I've ever played ended.

Dear Community,

I have a serious question. Who has 2 thumbs and loves alcohol? Seriously, I need to know, that *** owes me $5. He said he'd paid me back on Monday, but it's now Wednesday and I haven't seen that dill-hole anywhere. If anyone knows that guy, tell him I want my $5. I need it because I have a sick mother, and my sister needs surgery, and umm, my 10 kids need new shoes, and food, and umm, their mom is on crack, and she's out of crack. So, send me $5 if you want to support my babymomma's rehab. Send it to Mordenscams.com, a completely honest, non-scamming charity, not like those shiftless hobos at United Way and the Salvation Army.

I joined Unrepentant a few months ago and it definitely just as screwed up as advertised. Friday Night Fights are a blast, and there's always someone to group with. Come join us!