Massively's Dungeon Runner/Bling Gnome giveaway

Yeah boy...!!!

Any relation to Bling Bling Boy?

So Amazon has it coming out next week and gamestop list theirs July 2nd. Communication people!!!

I dunno if I want him hanging arround ....he looks very creepy

I can tell he's awesome from the pixels and from seeing a lot of awesome in my time.

While I fear that once the number of Bling Gnomes in-game reaches a critical mass they will take over and make us all their slaves, I will do my part to increase their army and will prepare to welcome our new Gnome overlords. (If, that is, I win. ;) )

Bling gnome! Everyone needs a bling gnome to scoop up the bling and poop out fabulous prizes! My poor lil' fighter could use the break for his back scoopin' up all da loot.

Definitely interested in a Bling Gnome for myself... too bad they don't exist in real life!

Everyday, millions of gamers miss out on treasure due to lag or overwhelming forces of evil. Won't you help? With your contribution of a Bling Gnome(tm) you can help a gamer in need.

Thank you.

I think I deserve a Bling Gnome because my current life has a dearth of bling, and so I need virtual bling to not feel like a total loser. Wait, does wanting virtual bling by definition make me a loser? Oh well, I don't care. Bling Gnomes are ballin'!

hah. That's frickin' hilarious. I'm all for snagging one of these, just for that scepter he's carrying. ;)

Why do I want one?

Cause maybe this will be the thing that tears me away from WoW. WoW aint got item poopin' gnomes.

Why would I want a bling gnome?

Well, I had one, ages ago, but we were running around some Dusty Old Dungeons(tm) minding our own business when he was abducted by a rat. Not just any household rat, mind you, this was the legendary SISSIRAT! I searched high and low for my Bling Gnome, (His name was Gnomstalicious) but alas, I never recovered him...completely.

After training myself for years to the legendary level known as "Seven" I went back to that aforementioned Dusty Old Dungeon(tm) and eviscerated the vile Sissirat.
As I searched the creature's lair, I found no traces of Gnomstalicious beyond scraps of his blue cap, and traces of gold excrement.

At that moment I vowed to find a new Gnomstalicious, name him Gnomestalicious II, and continue my hunt for more treasure and shiny stuffs.

This was many moons ago. I have now reached the fabled level of "TEN" of which most men can only dream. Those that claim to have achieved beyond this level are thought upon to be insane, unstable individuals.

Sadly, my days of being a rambunctious dungeon "runner" have come to a crawl. My back aches and my feet calloused from many many hundreds of trips to townston to sell the loots that once upon a time my Gnomstalicious would convert into delicious gold for me. Alas, now, I have lost my family, they have no respect for a gnomeless Ranger, regardless of his epic status as "Level Ten"

It would be nice to have another companion, to help bear the load of "phat lewt" that I amass on a daily basis. Until then I shall return to the tavern, hoping with every jingle of the door that Gnomstalicious will come walking in, returning to the excellent excretion that he does.

I have no idea what's going on. Also, I can't read. This is just an amazing coincidence.

I'm finishing up my last week of college! Rewarding me with a Bling gnome would make college much more worthwile.

Why would I want a Bling Gnome? first off, he's a gnome! which scores some major points in my book.
And added to that HE POOPS OUT BLING! I don't know about anyone else out there, but I've never tried to poop out bling and now with the Bling gGnome at my side i wouldn't have to worry about the logistics of such a feat
Thank You Bling Gnome, for saving my butt in as many ways as you can.
/salute

My tragical tale:

Once, long ago, I lived in the Dusty Ol' Dungeons. I was only a wee rat at that time, but I was named SISSIRAT, because my father said I'd never be able to beat up a gnome, much less an adventurer. He was kinda mean. Also he drank. A lot. Like, really a lot. And the he'd get all handsy. Not like he'd touch us - he was a shapeshifter. When he got really drunk, he'd just start manifesting hands. And eyes. And eyes on hands. And hands in eyes (that was the really weird part). And once a full formed dining room table.

Any way. After years and years of training, I found a gnome. And I beat him. I beat him black and orange (gnomes have weird physiologies). I beat him so bad, he wouldn't run for president on the democratic ticket in 2004. That bad. Yeah. And I took his shiny blue hat.

I was so proud of the hat. I loved it. It was proof that I mattered. That I was someone. That I could be worthy of love.

Then some punkass adventure split me open and took it.

Now I need a new gnome.

Really, just a hat. But gnomes taste good.

I want a bling gnome because when I tried the game I enjoyed it but couldn't handle the long rides back to town to sell. Problem solved now!

Well, with 4th Edition D&D removing the gnome as a playable class, we true gamers need another source for our gnome jones, so a Bling Gnome should do just the trick . . .

I'd like a Bling Gnome to help keep me off the streets and out of trouble.