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Friday, October 11, 2013. How I think I play a gunslinger thief. How I really play a gunslinger thief. On a more important note. We need more leather hat diversity in Tyria! How about a sombrero, cowboy hat or even that ugly thing this guy is wearing. And do not forget winter hats. Sunday, January 20, 2013. Do Norn or Sylvari NPCs heal other NPCs? Engineers shoot .
Not all who wander are lost. Has it really been almost 2 months? August 8, 2012. Through the betas I was able to figure out what classes and races that I will be playing. My main will be a male Human Necromancer. This is the character that I will play when I play with my wife. I did not play the Necro during the betas, because I want to save it for live. I played a Necro as my main in GW1, and I have no doubt I will like playing it in GW2.
Monday, July 23, 2012. Arena Net really outdid themselves IMO. I had high expectations for the Sylvari considering the art team behind all the design on Guild Wars 2, and they seriously delivered. Wednesday, July 18, 2012.
A great tool for dungeons. Maybe with the incoming patch, and .
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Monday, July 20, 2015. Finding Romance in Daily Life. Is made just a little easier when reading the following poems that reveal the magic in the mundane. The first one is by G. Chesterton; the second from Dorothy Sayers. THE HUNTING OF THE DRAGON. When we went hunting the Dragon. In the days when we were young,. We tossed the bright world over our shoulder. As bugle and baldrick slung;. Never was world so wild and fair. As what went by on the wind,. Never such fields of paradise. Wings upon pot and pan,.