Chas, who has tanking fatigue and therefore demands her right to a name, and I have mainly busied ourselves in checking out new servers this weekend, which is actually a stupid amount of fun. For a start, it’s really nice to get out there and meet new folks, but it’s also genuinely pleasurable to be playing the very basic levelling game again. I don’t know where it was that I started to feel so stressed and pressured by WoW – a game I play for fun, dammit, fun – but I can feel anxieties I was not even aware were there floating away. Also creating semi-disposable characters is inherently exciting anyway. I have a zomfie warlock called Sansjaw (he does, for the record, require some engineering around the lower part of his face, hence the name), a cow-shaman of rather severe and lordly aspect called Alfrith and, my personal favourite, Calidore, a ridiculous-looking belf paladin. I was so desperate to avoid him in any way resembling That Guy that I went too far in the other direction and ended up with Baywatch Elrond.
I judge your hair, and find it lacking, Sirrah!
Also, I swear Blizzard were napping on the job when they designed the paladin class. You start the game completely reliant on auto-attack, and continue to be so until about level 4, beating mana wyrms slowly to death with a blunt instrument. Actually the other thing I noticed in the Belf starting area is that the adjective describing every crappy piece of kit you get is “unkempt.” This is particularly amusing when set against, say Durotor, in which most of the low quality equipment is described as “rusty.” It’s like in Belfland they can’t conceive of anything worse than slightly shabby. Oh daaaarling, your robe is so unkempt, what were you thinking?! It’s really nice to be back in a situation in which getting surrounded by 2 level 3 trees is a deeply scary situation. Or, you know, being unable to afford the next level of training until you’ve farmed a few more unkempt bracers.
Anyway, here are some funky links:
Despite being a pretty lack-lustre festival by all accounts, it has nonetheless inspired numerous interesting posts.
Failpug Of the Week (and also best name for a post ever)goes to Misneach here.
On a more serious note, there’s a great post for hopeless noobs like me about raiding etiquette over at HotsDots. I mean, I’m vaguely aware that there are Important Things I Should Be Doing When I Rock Up but it’s nice to have them articulated somewhere, since the only way to learn raiding etiquette at the moment seems to be to fuck up until someone takes pity on you. It takes me flashing right back to my first formal dinner at university when, on account of having been very badly brought up, I ignorantly ate the breadroll on the right instead of the left. This was a major issue because we were all on very long benches, and I was at the bottom end – so the beautifully polite young millionaire Viscount at the other (okay, he was probably not but everybody looks like a beautiful young millionaire viscount when they’re in black tie – except me, of course, I look like a dog with a new collar) had to walk the entire length of the hall in order to collect the breadroll abandoned on my left. I don’t have nightmares about it any more, but that’s fairly recent development.
And now back to the frivolous: Sylly is going to make a fortune with this.
My brother finished up his time at Oxford earlier in the year, and do you know the one bit of it that always made me giggle? Him dutifully carrying around cap, so carefully fitted to his larger-than-average head, but unable to wear it til the very last.
Glad to hear you’re enjoying your hunt – I’ve been exploring a new realm recently and have also been enjoying the simple pleasures of a low level character out on its own. Although those damn swoops in Durotor… tricksy things.
Hahaha, that brings back memories. I used to keep fruit in mine, which meant by the time I was actually permitted to wear the damn thing it was incurably warped.
The thing about the lower level areas is that, unfortunately, they do rather show up the age of game. I mean, if you look at the way the Ghostlands plays out compared to, well, it’s Durotar it’s a bit sad really. Also I did the starting cow-bits and, ye gods, it’s brutal! That thorny pig maze is terrifying!
I too studied at Oxford, and it’s so nice to meet fellow alumni. Did you also sneak in to the breakfeast stands before they opened to get all the good cerial before anyone else?
Personally, my favorite bit was when some of the boys found a hole in the wall that lead to the girls locker room. That was fantastic!
Or the summer days spend in Henley-on-themes watching the row-boat thingie, that was a blast too!
Go Oxford Tigers!!
…what?
Hahaha, Oxford Tigers – in full academic dress?
Silly Tam, everyone knows that Oxford tigers only consist of the e-learning/pediatricians students.
And they ALWAYS wear tiger-striped suits, honestly, did you even go to Oxford? (im NOT bored at work)
Damn! I should have done more research. You have caught me in my foul lie.
My brother finished up his time at Oxford earlier in the year, and do you know the one bit of it that always made me giggle? Him dutifully carrying around cap, so carefully fitted to his larger-than-average head, but unable to wear it til the very last.
Glad to hear you're enjoying your hunt – I've been exploring a new realm recently and have also been enjoying the simple pleasures of a low level character out on its own. Although those damn swoops in Durotor… tricksy things.
I too studied at Oxford, and it's so nice to meet fellow alumni. Did you also sneak in to the breakfeast stands before they opened to get all the good cerial before anyone else?
Personally, my favorite bit was when some of the boys found a hole in the wall that lead to the girls locker room. That was fantastic!
Or the summer days spend in Henley-on-themes watching the row-boat thingie, that was a blast too!
Go Oxford Tigers!!
…what?
Hahaha, that brings back memories. I used to keep fruit in mine, which meant by the time I was actually permitted to wear the damn thing it was incurably warped.
The thing about the lower level areas is that, unfortunately, they do rather show up the age of game. I mean, if you look at the way the Ghostlands plays out compared to, well, it's Durotar it's a bit sad really. Also I did the starting cow-bits and, ye gods, it's brutal! That thorny pig maze is terrifying!
Hahaha, Oxford Tigers – in full academic dress?
Thanks for the link, Tam
Hopefully we can continue to inspire one another with our respective misfortune.
Indeed. May our failures long be fruitful
Thanks for the link, Tam
Hopefully we can continue to inspire one another with our respective misfortune.
Indeed. May our failures long be fruitful
Indeed. May our failures long be fruitful
Indeed. May our failures long be fruitful
Indeed. May our failures long be fruitful
Silly Tam, everyone knows that Oxford tigers only consist of the e-learning/pediatricians students.
And they ALWAYS wear tiger-striped suits, honestly, did you even go to Oxford? (im NOT bored at work)
Tam, reading your blog actually makes me want to semi-RP just like you!
I feel so dirty.
Damn! I should have done more research. You have caught me in my foul lie.
Tam, reading your blog actually makes me want to semi-RP just like you!
I feel so dirty.
I haven’t thought about it before but now I start to wonder: doesn’t all male blood elfs look more or less like RP male hookers?
I haven't thought about it before but now I start to wonder: doesn't all male blood elfs look more or less like RP male hookers?