And yet, sometimes, it happens anyway. This is the story of how my life got flipped turned upside down I found that, you can do oh so good for so long, but, like darkness, huntardation always comes.
“Hey, let’s run Utgarde Pinnacle for achievements and try to get the blue drake! Besides, they now drop Conquest emblems!”
(…yeah, this is an older story, and despite being ancient and dusty news, it has yet to be lived down.)
Group forms up from guild, Quin, our illustrious healer and charm against death, who did the dubbing, was healing. I forget who the rest were – it doesn’t matter, they were still witnesses. Cleave through trash like they crossed our enrage timer, and get to Svala Sorrowgrave in short order. Quin, it bears noting, has a litte goose (affliction warlock, or “afflock”) alt.
We show Svala that being reborn in hot, frosty undead valkyrie glory is no good if a group of plucky, overgeared raiders are right there to clip your wings. It ends with her last Ritual of the Sword phase on me, and the sword is ticking down.
Do I move? No. I keep DPSing her.
Svala dies. Do I move THEN? Nah – she’s so dead (‘how dead is she?’), she won’t be alive when the countdown ends.
And what do you know? She dies before I do!
The boss fight is over! The danger is over! Loot is being distributed!
This is what happens next, in very quick succession and short order:
Mathorvos: *attends to loot*
Sword: *FALLS ON MATHORVOS’ HEAD, ROFFLESTOMPS*
Whole run: “WTF JUST HAPPENED?”
So, yeeeeaaaah. When you kill Svala, the sword doesn’t go away. It keeps falling. And if you’re dumb, or oblivious, enough to keep standing under it, it’s going to go STABBY STABBY WHEE all over your face.
You know who else stands under swords instead of moving? Pets. Because they don’t have the AI for it.
…And this, folks, is why, to this day, I’m still occasionally refered to as “Warlock Pet.”
Hm, so this is WordPress.
I guess I’m here to post some stuff about my class, my thoughts on WoW, and WoW-related stuff. Mostly I wanted to start keeping track of this stuff. You leave a guild and suddenly you wish you’d written a lot more down.
… And kept the compromising photos of hilarious and obscene stuff in Officer chat.
Oh well, live and learn.
I’m Chris, though by now I’ve answered to it so often in-game and over vent that if you if you called out my character’s name – that’s Mathorvos, or even just ‘Math’ -I’d answer to it. This is my blog. Probably, if you’re here, you know me, and knew that.
The blog’s named for my main hunter pet, sorta – I <3 cats, offline and in WoW, and it seems the next time I get a cat, rather than be named Tesla (because, deep down, all cats are really awesome mad geniuses… “just” fluffy balls of aloof doom is a clever ruse), will be named for my invisible, face-and-meter-eating Spiffy. Yes, technically, strictly, wolves blow cats out of the water when it comes to dps, but I put down enough I’d only summon Agincourt the wolf for hard modes.
Well, let’s get to cracking on some content, eh?
Welcome to WordPress.com. This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!
Edit: What’s this? Go away! Begone!
*looks around for the delete button*
… where are you, mister button?
//cast Track Quest Objective
… What do you mean, that’s not an ability?! QQ? I’ll QQ you! Don’t make me explosive shot you.
Go away, default post! I wrote my own intro post before I even knew you existed! I’ll abandon you like a caster-stats Dragonhawk from TBC! I swear I will!
… Don’t look at me like that.
Fine. You can stay.