 | Easy Elite Monk Tome Farm (55'ing w/any class) The Attributes: 12 Blood Magic (+3 Sup and +1 Headset if playing N/Rt) 12 Curses 6 Channeling Magic (with maybe a +1 if you're playing Rt/N) The Skills: Awaken The Blood Soul Barbs Spoil Victor Price of Failure OPTIONAL (A hex preferably, Life Syphon works well, as does Spirit Rift) Barbed Signet Necrosis Necrotic Traversal (to grab your goods) The Equipment: You'll need Superior Runes on all armour pieces to get your health down to 105, and a Grim Cesta with -50hp to further drop it to 55hp. Stock up on Radiant and Attunement runes also, dont bother with health or armour boosting runes either. Also, try to get a caster sword or axe (+5e and 20% enchant mods) to go with the offhand cesta. Using the Build: 1. Leave through the portal heading East at Lutgardis Conservatory in Factions to enter Melandru's Hope 2. Turn Left and head along the path as shown without aggroing anything. 3. Target Byzzr Wingmender (Monk Boss) by hitting "C" when near 4. Stay behind the rockface as shown and hit all the skills in sequence 5. Spam Necrosis whenever you can, and any of the hexes if you have the energy to add a little more damage 6. Once he's down, check around to make sure no patrols are nearby 7. If clear, slap Necrotic Traversal and you'll teleport to the boss's corpse 8. Here you have to grab your goods quick as hell, as a group spawns and will kill you after a few seconds 9. Resign, repeat. You'll get anything from Money drops, to Fissure/UW scrolls, his Green item, Rubies in some rare cases and of course, coveted Elite Monk Tomes. Easy build and run, any class can do it with an ?/N secondary, Necros do it faster as they can put more points in with runes and do more damage. Enjoy. |
 | Vegetable Nudity #1: Penis Gourds for Mark & Olly while initiated (Living with the Mek) The Chief honors Mark and Olly with initiations. Part of the rites involve wearing a 20" gourd around the penis. ===== http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Living_with_the_Tribes/ci.Ollys_Blog_-_Initiation.show?vgnextfmt=show Here's an excerpt from Ollie's blog. Go to above link to read it all. It would begin immediately, as the Elders were already waiting in his hut for the ceremonial gourd fitting. Sadly there are too few places left in the world where you can publicly insert your penis into a vegetable without threat of legal action or even concerned consternation from your peers. Here the vegetable or 'beek' to give its Mek name has been worn for thousands of years with pride and courage and without pain or ridicule. This is the land of the vegetable. They are farmed and they are worn. But I am not from this land and whilst I wish I could say that wearing a root crop was something I have looked forward, sadly it is not. Chief Marcus presented Mark, Aniel and I with our gourds and gestured for us to put them on. It is a gesture I have never seen before and to retain some of the mystery of the Mek it is something I wont reveal. All I will say is that being presented with a 20inch gourd does your self-esteem a whole world of good. But the Mek, despite many of the men being under five foot tall, still have the largest gourds of any tribe I know, which leads mw to one of two conclusions - either they have something akin to a Napoleon complex or of course, they are hung like something from the Carboniferous era. But as soon as I donned my gourd all motivation of cultural enquiry dissipated with the pain - a double pain, in part from the sharpened edge at its opening, in part from the thin and cutting string that is tied tightly around one's exposed family heirlooms to ensure that you don't suffer the embarrassment of falling out in an unwanted public display of the crown jewels. Word had spread that the silly white men were to be initiated and a crowd of women and children had gathered outside the hut awaiting the inevitable parade. We exited and in the cold light of day, the horror was apparent. The Mekmen look incredible, the height of sartorial elegance in these valleys, but we looked like exposed prunes. The crowd was serious, faces were drawn towards the floor but no one could hide the direction of their eyes. Unlike the stylized streets of London where you can hide within the anonymity of millions of the similarly dressed, on the ridge of Merengmen, in front of 30+ people (and a video camera) there was no escape. Only Miriam spoke: "Until you arrived I had never seen white men before and I thought I would never ever see a white man in a penis gourd. With my own eyes, today I have". Our intentions of removing the final physical barrier between ¿us and them¿ had left me hopelessly trying to apologize for the unexpected psychological fissure I had opened in their minds. It was one of those moments in life you hope you could open a portal into another dimension and jump through to escape the realities of this world. Thankfully here, nothing is as it first appears. Their shock was quickly replaced with howls of laughter and the moment of feeling like a stranger from a strange land was gone - their smiles welcoming us in, a step closer to becoming more of the community. For more info: http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Living_with_the_Tribes/ci.Meet_Mark_and_Olly.show?vgnextfmt=show&idLink=0928d45822af7110VgnVCM100000698b3a0a____ |
 | Vegetable Nudity #2: Mark & Olly remove their penis gourd, offending the Chief (Living with the Mek) Mark & Olly remove their uncomfortable penis gourds without first asking for permission. The Chief gets royally offended. ===== http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Living_with_the_Tribes/ci.Ollys_Blog_-_Initiation.show?vgnextfmt=show Here's an excerpt from Ollie's blog. Go to above link to read it all. It would begin immediately, as the Elders were already waiting in his hut for the ceremonial gourd fitting. Sadly there are too few places left in the world where you can publicly insert your penis into a vegetable without threat of legal action or even concerned consternation from your peers. Here the vegetable or 'beek' to give its Mek name has been worn for thousands of years with pride and courage and without pain or ridicule. This is the land of the vegetable. They are farmed and they are worn. But I am not from this land and whilst I wish I could say that wearing a root crop was something I have looked forward, sadly it is not. Chief Marcus presented Mark, Aniel and I with our gourds and gestured for us to put them on. It is a gesture I have never seen before and to retain some of the mystery of the Mek it is something I wont reveal. All I will say is that being presented with a 20inch gourd does your self-esteem a whole world of good. But the Mek, despite many of the men being under five foot tall, still have the largest gourds of any tribe I know, which leads mw to one of two conclusions - either they have something akin to a Napoleon complex or of course, they are hung like something from the Carboniferous era. But as soon as I donned my gourd all motivation of cultural enquiry dissipated with the pain - a double pain, in part from the sharpened edge at its opening, in part from the thin and cutting string that is tied tightly around one's exposed family heirlooms to ensure that you don't suffer the embarrassment of falling out in an unwanted public display of the crown jewels. Word had spread that the silly white men were to be initiated and a crowd of women and children had gathered outside the hut awaiting the inevitable parade. We exited and in the cold light of day, the horror was apparent. The Mekmen look incredible, the height of sartorial elegance in these valleys, but we looked like exposed prunes. The crowd was serious, faces were drawn towards the floor but no one could hide the direction of their eyes. Unlike the stylized streets of London where you can hide within the anonymity of millions of the similarly dressed, on the ridge of Merengmen, in front of 30+ people (and a video camera) there was no escape. Only Miriam spoke: "Until you arrived I had never seen white men before and I thought I would never ever see a white man in a penis gourd. With my own eyes, today I have". Our intentions of removing the final physical barrier between ¿us and them¿ had left me hopelessly trying to apologize for the unexpected psychological fissure I had opened in their minds. It was one of those moments in life you hope you could open a portal into another dimension and jump through to escape the realities of this world. Thankfully here, nothing is as it first appears. Their shock was quickly replaced with howls of laughter and the moment of feeling like a stranger from a strange land was gone - their smiles welcoming us in, a step closer to becoming more of the community. For more info: http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Living_with_the_Tribes/ci.Meet_Mark_and_Olly.show?vgnextfmt=show&idLink=0928d45822af7110VgnVCM100000698b3a0a____ |
 | Vegetable Nudity ad: Penis Gourds for Mark & Olly (Promo, Living with the Mek) This is the promo for the penis gourd episode. You can watch Parts 1 and 2 in my other 2 videos. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFjU7GTF9Nc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iQ-5g6pK27s ========= http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Living_with_the_Tribes/ci.Ollys_Blog_-_Initiation.show?vgnextfmt=show Here's an excerpt from Ollie's blog. Go to above link to read it all. It would begin immediately, as the Elders were already waiting in his hut for the ceremonial gourd fitting. Sadly there are too few places left in the world where you can publicly insert your penis into a vegetable without threat of legal action or even concerned consternation from your peers. Here the vegetable or 'beek' to give its Mek name has been worn for thousands of years with pride and courage and without pain or ridicule. This is the land of the vegetable. They are farmed and they are worn. But I am not from this land and whilst I wish I could say that wearing a root crop was something I have looked forward, sadly it is not. Chief Marcus presented Mark, Aniel and I with our gourds and gestured for us to put them on. It is a gesture I have never seen before and to retain some of the mystery of the Mek it is something I wont reveal. All I will say is that being presented with a 20inch gourd does your self-esteem a whole world of good. But the Mek, despite many of the men being under five foot tall, still have the largest gourds of any tribe I know, which leads mw to one of two conclusions - either they have something akin to a Napoleon complex or of course, they are hung like something from the Carboniferous era. But as soon as I donned my gourd all motivation of cultural enquiry dissipated with the pain - a double pain, in part from the sharpened edge at its opening, in part from the thin and cutting string that is tied tightly around one's exposed family heirlooms to ensure that you don't suffer the embarrassment of falling out in an unwanted public display of the crown jewels. Word had spread that the silly white men were to be initiated and a crowd of women and children had gathered outside the hut awaiting the inevitable parade. We exited and in the cold light of day, the horror was apparent. The Mekmen look incredible, the height of sartorial elegance in these valleys, but we looked like exposed prunes. The crowd was serious, faces were drawn towards the floor but no one could hide the direction of their eyes. Unlike the stylized streets of London where you can hide within the anonymity of millions of the similarly dressed, on the ridge of Merengmen, in front of 30+ people (and a video camera) there was no escape. Only Miriam spoke: "Until you arrived I had never seen white men before and I thought I would never ever see a white man in a penis gourd. With my own eyes, today I have". Our intentions of removing the final physical barrier between ¿us and them¿ had left me hopelessly trying to apologize for the unexpected psychological fissure I had opened in their minds. It was one of those moments in life you hope you could open a portal into another dimension and jump through to escape the realities of this world. Thankfully here, nothing is as it first appears. Their shock was quickly replaced with howls of laughter and the moment of feeling like a stranger from a strange land was gone - their smiles welcoming us in, a step closer to becoming more of the community. For more info: http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Living_with_the_Tribes/ci.Meet_Mark_and_Olly.show?vgnextfmt=show&idLink=0928d45822af7110VgnVCM100000698b3a0a____ |
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