So yeah... I was talking to a former guildmate of mine last night in PoK... and he said something to me that gave me reason to pause and think. "Y'know...", he said, "I think I'd still be in Fourth Wall if it wasn't so small...". Well, yeah, we may be small (at least on EQ), but we have a hell of a lot of heart! So, gather around kiddies! It's story time with Uncle Spicer! I'm gonna tell you just how much ass we DO kick, despite how small we are.

I know this isn't exactly "News" per se. More like an editorial, but hey, you're reading this, so hopefully you're in for the long haul. Don't worry, for Scyllz and other slow ones in the audience, there will be pictures.

Examples of how much ass we kick... well, most recently, we absolutely tore through the Beastlord epic for our beloved Mericet Rose (better known to the world as Gaedan). Click here for pics of his new hardware. Through Gaed's dedication, Mikal's skill and Holt's brave sacrifice, Fourth Wall managed to own every phase of that quest.

Another example: Last week, a handful of us are on and bored. What do we do? Go charging in to Cazic-Thule on an impromptu raid and absolutely tear apart almost every mob in the zone. Given, these aren't earth-shattering achievements, but they did take individual skill, a concentrated, coordinated team effort and focus.

Which brings me to the piece de resistance... the segment with all the fun pictures: one of our more recent raids. I meant to do a writeup of this immediately after it happened, but unfortunately life had other plans. Now, after some prompting from Gaed, I hereby present an account of one of our more recent raids for Mcbee's Shaman epic. Destination: The City of Mist. Target: the spirit of Neh'Ashiir (aka - some dead iksar that we were going to make sure stayed dead).

On a calm, quiet Saturday afternoon, we assembled at the entrance of the City of Mist. In all my time, I had never seen a more wretched hive of sp00ts and villany. Ok, well, maybe just sp00ts. But I digress...

With the fearless Mikal "Mr. Train" Archant guiding us through the zone, we fought wave after wave of mobs... Everything was fine, even after the rogues had some difficulty with precision targeting of certain mobs.

The raid went smoothly - that is to say there was nothing remarkable about the trip from zonein to the target's spawn point. This was mostly due to the... *cough*... dilligance of our raid leader, Kerussk.

Keru, I could swear you took lessons from Meeatsu and the rest of the gang from TA. ;-) Seriously, though, with all due respect, Keru did a damn good job of keeping the raid force all corralled and averted many would-be trains and wipeouts with his awareness and commanding presence.

Anyway, as I said, we got to our destination quickly and without losing any raid members. We set up camp and proceeded to slaughter wave after wave of reavers until... pop goes the weasel! Then, the scene thirty seconds later...

So, point being... we're in it for the sexx0r.