My birdies say there is a new small Horde premade out there…Silent. But. Deadly. Smells like trouble. Always.
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Well cheaters are gonna band together and then disband. It’s because they are filthy scum. So they can never stay together. When your entire community is based on cheating this is what’s gonna happen……groups will form then eat each other with drama and then fold….then some little scumbag starts a new group.
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hands you a snickers and some fresh batteries
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Not really silent though. Usually see them around 7 to 11pm Eastern time. There’s about 3 different groups too.
Probably spamming trade chat right now looking for more friends.
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I think I almost beat them in ashran yesterday.
Given it’s the same group idk maybe not.
Anybody else notice that alliance q’s are getting longer during the day? yesterday q’s went up to 30 minutes had to merc horde up pass prime time to play games. guess everybody is on mop classic now
You chose Ally! 
REMOVE MERC MODE BLIZZ!
Nah, SBD is an after hours DJL sub community. We sell jarred farts to simps. We will assault your olfactory senses faster than my son does a bag of Doritos…you know those after hours parties with the cool kids? That’s SBD. No leadership, just shenanigans, laughing so hard we can’t breathe, and of course, bad decisions.
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Premade panda say, “Loose lips sink ships.”
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No threadjacking my silliness! I will taunt you a second tiiime! said in an outrageous French accent!
Here is our battle hymn:
The Ballad of Silent But Deadly (Rhymed Remix)
For the stealthiest stinkers of Davey Jones Locker
(Verse 1)
There be whispers on the battlefield, a chill upon the breeze,
A shadow slips across the deck, with dagger drawn with ease.
No clash of swords, no warning cry, no honor in the fight—
Just pffffft, a flash, and then they’re gone into the moonlit night.
(Chorus – Rhymed & Refined)
Silent but Deadly, we strike from the shade,
Creepin’ through shadows, our ambush well laid.
One sniff in the wind, and you’re losin’ your bubble,
We’re out of your sight… but we smell like trouble!
(Verse 2)
The druids pounce with sharpened claws, the rogues slip through the mist,
They loot your flag and vanish fast before you clench your fist.
We don’t need numbers, noise, or fame—we win it with our guile,
And leave behind a corpse or two… and maybe something vile.
(Verse 3)
And just throwin’ it out there, as the battle screams,
We’re not just ghosts — we’re eatin’ your crushed dreams.
Silent in the shadows, with laughter that gleams,
A whiff of defeat—our trademark it seems.
(Chorus – louder now!)
Silent but Deadly, we stab and we sneak,
Your base will be gone before you can speak.
We poison your hope, then burst your bubble,
If the air smells off… you’re in deep trouble.
(Outro – whispered with roguey menace)
So if the fog rolls in and the winds grow still,
And you feel a chill that don’t quite thrill…
Just trust your nose—forget the rest…
You’re about to get ganked… by the gassy best.
We are…
Silent. But. Deadly.
Smells like trouble. Always.
I think we need t shirts…
Comp Stomp week. even less players in Epics.
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Remember when I said you have to make your own fun? This is how we do it. This is why we are more fun than any other community. The day Ozzy died we had a Prince of Darkness theme night with xmogs and Ozzy music.
We do silly stuff at all times. We are never serious unless I say Liiiiiissssteeeennnnnnnn! in disc and use the talking stick. Then two mins later it’s random BS everywhere again. Cats and dogs all singing at the same time, who put the chicken on a plate and put it in the fridge?!?! It’s mayhem up in here and I never want to leave. It’s kinda like this: http s://youtu.be/wT1g4G9h6GI?si=i4KbIPexJ2RPP8F8
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Thats cool
RIP OZZY
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Tonight…is…
http s://youtu.be/9lZDgGr1PO0?si=3oxklcszSvbCMfyG
HULKAMANIA gone wiiiiiild! Wooooooo! said as Ric Flair
There’s whispers in the spawn room, not the battleground,
You queue up twenty deep so no one knocks you down.
No risk, no guts, just stacked full cheese,
You dodge the climb 'cause you’re scared to bleed.
Sync’d and gutless, your glory is fake,
You need a damn raid just to get a clean break.
Twenty deep on voice, but you call it skill?
You’re farming newbloods for a dopamine thrill.
Your rogues don’t roam, they hover in packs,
Afraid of 1v1s ‘cause they’d get smacked.
You loot free wins like it means a thing,
But real PvPers don’t kiss that ring.
Let’s be real, your throne’s a paper crown,
Built on noobs who don’t know how to throw down.
“Ghosts”? Nah, you’re just too scared to fight,
Hiding in stacks where nothing’s legit or right.
Sync’d and gutless, champions of shame,
Boosted by numbers in a kiddie game.
You poison the bracket, then claim you’re elite,
But we all see the clown shoes under your feet.
No solo queue, no fair fight, why’s that?
’Cause stripped of your raid, you’re a wet paper hat.
You don’t PvP, you stage the score,
It’s just RP with damage numbers, nothing more.
So when they call your name, they’re laughin’ behind,
A cowardly cheat with no skill to find.
A parasite crawling on others’ success,
Sync up once more, just a leech in a mess.
You are…
Stacked, Brainless, Dishonest.
Sniff that stench?
Smells like trouble? Nah,
That’s just you. Always. 
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I guess you missed the memo that it’s like 4 of us. It’s for fun! You remember how to have fun still, yes?
Watcha gonna do?
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BG queues always increase during Comp Stomp week.
It’s the most popular Brawl.
Great for Marks of Honor and Gold making… a 2nd week is also likely.
Those are Juggalo Jodhpurs.
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