It's not every day when a sexy swinger like Barlyic Darkhawk gets married. Fourth Wall's most eligible bachelor ties the knot on the 23rd to Coldsnap, and you know when a sl... stud like Barly gets married that he's going to have one hell of a bachelor party. So it was clear to me, when I found out a whopping 20 hours prior, that if I were to hold this shindig for the erstwile Sexy Gnome, it'd have to be something worthwhile. Something off the well. Something for which I would have to go all out.

The plan went like this. Take a bakers dozen of sub level 10 (we're talking Guardians and Stalkers here folks) Lurikeen, put them in Emain Macha where the big boys play and see how many people can can confuse the hell out of.

And oh yeah, name them all "Pie".

Alliance members of all kind showed up for the shindig, turning the sleepy Fourth Wall Pie Brigade into a mean, lean, water beetle killing machine. There were, however a few problems with organizing a big mess like this, so I had to take certain security precautions with admittance into this prestigous club.

The plan was indeed simple. Form up at Ligen, move in a northeastern direction, see what happens. However, Cruachan Gorge is not a friendly place for little tasty pies, and a few of our pies were splattered on the way by the non-pie loving members of Hibernia.

Fourth Wall's first Pietality of the evenning...

...but certainly not the last.

However, the power of the pie, uh... preserved, and we made it to Emain, the promised land, and were immediately set upon by middies. However, after noticed that they could just breathe on us and we'd die (these were Mids, however) , they stopped, gave a collective "WTF" and then the impossible happened.

They danced with us.

Let it not be said that middies are without a sense of humor. However, pies being pies, we wanted a peice, and found ourselves promptly back at Ligen. By this time, however, the good pie loving people of Hibernia became inspired and began to shower us with gifts of mind-altering drugs, as if we weren't on enough already. Some of them even escorted us back out to Emain for a second go at spreading the cream filling. We even gained a recruit, even though my uh... personal attempts at recruitment weren't particularily successful.

This time, no Mids in sight, we reached our objective of the Alb Mile Fort in time to watch the sun rise over Albion's main export....

TEH ZERG.

The horrors contained within are not for the faint of heart. How they even got time to cast air spirits at us, I'll never know.

Back to Ligen, things were not looking good for the Pies in uh... Newbie, but Hibernia remained strong, begging the Pie Brigade to go once again and show the Albs we feared no zerg. They even gave us our own pet warden as a slave!

Dun Bolg, a quiet Hibernian night. The Fourth Wall Pie Brigade (minus one celt who got stuck on geometry... warden went AFK... anybody surprised?) gets stopped by a fan who requested a screenshot of the now infamous warriors. It would be the last time any Hibernian saw the Pie Brigage.

All started well... a few hugs from the shadows, but one reaver and his AOE made a reconciliation between Hibernia and Albion an impossibility. One pulse was all it took to remove our brave heros from this worlds realm... and a nation mourned. The bodies were later found by a familiar group of faces, our friends from Midgard, who vainly tried to fight off the wicked forces of Albion...

Some say the Pie Brigade is gone... some however believe where ever tasty cakes and cream filling is threatened that they will rise again in the name of Justice and Pie...

The wedding is tomorrow, May 23rd in Camelot... Congratuations to Barlyic and Coldsnap and thank you to Mourgana and Wade for helping run the mass hysteria that was our night of pie and cake.