Or the blogging wouldn’t continue. I guess I got kinda neglectful with my laptop dying and coming back to life. But I’m getting back into WoW, and now back over here.
So why are magic gremlins the explanation? Because after all the trouble I went with my dead computer, poking, prodding to no success, then popping out the hard drive and backing it up, I take it in to the Best Buy, the tech plugs it in, pokes the button, and it boots up.
Shuts it down, does it again. Takes it back, checks the battery, checks the RAM connections, dusts it out, and just hands it back. Apparently it’s some sort of battery problem from it dying or getting plugged in near the time it went into sleep mode, or something. Agh. But okay. Get it home, get everything restored, keep it plugged in while waiting for my replacement battery. New problems crop up, but what do you know, a bit of hassle and several reboots later, it’s working again.
… For now.
*eyes it warily* Magic curse goblins. Or witches. o.o
But WoW runs! So I’m back! My Shaman finally got his trinket, and somehow my alt has Frost gear before my Hunter, who’s -actually been inside Icecream Citadel-. This is is unacceptable, yet true. And I’ve started levelling the Paladin. 4.75 levels in two nights of a bit of levelling and reacquainting and messing with cast bars isn’t bad, just have to find a stride. And that stride is called THE PLAGUELANDS. I swear, Pallies were MEANT to level in this place. Nothing like running around in BoA gear with explosions of holy light going GWE HEE HEE and crumpling eight or ten at-level zombies and skellies all at once. Mr. Scourge, I am YOUR Scourge!
…Speaking of Paladins, a word to all my Hunta Brothas and Sistas: if you’re going to try and gank a paladin at equal level, don’t try when they’re at full hp and mana, haven’t seemed to pop any cooldowns, and know you’re there. Seriously. Or, you know, at least be good. Mr. Orc Hunter in Un’goro, I commend your balls and am sorry I had to hand them to you, but if you want to gank me with a hunter, try harder. I even gave you a chance. Next time I’ll Repentance you, kill your wolf in front of your stunned eyes, and then dismantle you at my leisure. Mmkay? You want to gank me with my class, you’re welcome to try.
Ha, this is fun. Plus, it seems next week is ICC25. This makes me and the hunter go bwee. Not sure how much the Hunter and Shaman will see play beyond the JC daily and getting them up to Crusader (AGAIN) for the Hunter and just a RED MECHANOSTRIDER (seriously, this is <4) for the Shaman right now. Too much fun in the plaguelands giggling with gleeful wrath as undead fall down go boom.
It is fun to be back and writing, and I'll get to something resembling a thoughtful and meaningful post, well … eventually.
But just watch. The last time or two I was in Plaguelands, it was coming in from / going out to The Undercity via the Bulwark. Bets on my Paladin getting killed at least once on autopilot? I … won't bet against you.
eta: Oh, Myssidia over at A Casual Encounter reminded me: sometimes, the most fun stuff isn’t the most challenging. Sometimes when you can’t down Marrowgar, it’s not doing Trial of the Grand Crusader, Firefighter, Sarth 28, or Yogg 0. It’s utterly owning regular ol’ Trial 10. It’s two tanks on Beasts and then one tank, two healers, and seven dps for the rest of the night (eight dps on Champs) – it’s figuring out the trick to mad un-Empowered dps on Twin Valkyrs (namely: light buff means the light one takes less damage, but she still TAKES DAMAGE, and with a shared health pool, abilities that hit both, like Multi Shot or that Rogue thing to hit both adjacent mobs or Magma Totem / Fire Nova, does significantly more damage, why did it take me so long to realize? Likely ’cause until now usually there’s two tanks and they’re not right on top of each other) and getting the speed kill with ~:45 seconds to spare. It’s one-shotting Champs 10 with, what, one death? It’s … and I still get this huge, ridiculous, almost manic grin from this – it’s burning Anub’arak so hard and so fast – with one tank, mind! – that he goes into Phase 3 before he even gets a chance to submerge once.
This, Anub’arak, is your Couch. This smoldering, ashen, kersplattered wreckage, is your Couch on BoO. Any questions?
Yeah. I thought not. Now, surrender your loot.
This is going to be a long post, without some tl;dr at the end, sorry.
With it being the first week of the new year, and with some big shakeups having happened WoW-wise, I’ve been thinking a bit about the way the game’s been to me.
I started playing in early 2006 (wow)… I joined a friend’s guild (those that got me into the game), I played around. I leveled a Dwarven Warrior (Beardy) to 22, while levelling a troll Shaman (Farimu) to 31 on another friend’s server. That friend has since rolled a new toon on the former server. Neither really clicked with me, and I then dicked around on different servers, with different people, on different classes – Paladin (to 47), Mage (also to 47), Warlocks (two of them!) to 29, another Shaman (after TBC) to 22…
But I never really got into Burning Crusade. My brother got to 60, was raiding MC and Ony and ZG. My friends were getting up in levels, but I was just, nothing had clicked.
… But then came The Burning Crusade. Sick of pvp servers, and having always preferred Horde to Alliance, when TBC came out I was curious about the new starting zones, and rolled a Blood Elf, and a class I’ve never played – Hunter. For the first ten levels “this kinda sucks.”
Level 10? Dragonhawk. *bit of reading* … Dragonhawk sucks… KITTY.
kitty kitty kitty kitty this is fun kitty kitty kitty
Level 19? I made the walk from Ghostlands to Darkshore, died several times, corpse vaulted, running naked beyond my skivvies and a shirt, to Darkshore, and tamed Psyense, later renamed Spiffykitty, the Ghostsaber of Awesome. Then it was love.
I met some people, I joined a fun levelling guild of good people, and it was class love; but I was still kinda levelling slowly. It took me about ages to get to level 80. But it was kind of “meh” on the game. But then around level … 35? 40? February 2007. Something clicked. I suddenly started to play a lot more, and hit level 80 a few months later (this was back before they reduced the xp and all) (if I remember right). My guild was a casual social levelling guild, not a raiding guild, so I had no prospects on Karazhan, not even an easy job of getting a guild heroic.
Despite this I persevered, and managed to get about as well geared as you could GET from Heroics, a bit of badges, and from PvP (thank you, Season 3, for coming out with our Axe of God and making S2 Marks-and-Honor!), managing to pug-kill Magtheridon and Gruul before the nerf. Nerf game out, and thankfully I had the CotN quest even if I’d never managed to kill Nightbane… In a pug attempt, I met a couple people from a new guild.
Despite my love for , I talked some to the people from this new guild. Some of my friends from other guilds (who’d previously left Magnate) were getting into the same guild, and so I applied, and I got invited to .
A few weeks the big nerf hit, I killed Nightbane and got my title, and a month later or so I asked the GM why I made it in – he said that with a look at my gear, even with no raid experience, I knew what I was doing, and could gear a Hunter well. That, and I was kept because, as they used to say back then, “Jesus, Math, your gear sucks – how do you do such good dps?”
… Because hunters are broken, and because Kitty Eat Face. But even for a Hunter I’ve always been good, and ever since then, except for the patch when I had to switch to Survival and then get used to it, I’ve almost always been in the top 5. Hell, I’m used to Top 2, fighting hard for 1. But that’s in the future.
Infinium was good to me. More good friends, fun times, a competent guilded hunter to hunter-talk to (yes. all hunters do it), and I got to see raiding, learn a lot, and find out, yes, raiding is fun.
Wrath of the Lich King came out a few more months later, and thankfully it was on winter break – I was level 80 in eight days, one of the first ten in the guild, and then wham! Naxx.
But not all was perfect – the guild fell apart, and eight of us expatriated to a new server, and a new guild – , somehow (though I don’t recall how) related, apparently, to “The Curse”. I continued to serve and raid with distinction, but we never quite fit into CoE, and after a while (half of naxx, and a few weeks of ulduar), four of us – latter joined by one or two more – who were quite good friends (that’s me, Quinloki, Thaern, and Briannas, the three of which who will probably on and off be referenced here a good bit) left from that server, to a new one, to form our own guild, .
It was a rocky start, and the whole time has been a rocky road. We’ve managed to kill everyone but Yoggalon in Ulduar 10, and gotten to Keepers in 25, cleared Trial 10 and 25 up to Anub, and even got a group who is getting on towards the 10 Achievement drake in Ulduar. So we did alright for ourselves, but it’s been a lot of seesaws, in grasping distance of 25s, then losing a lot of people and crumbling back to 14-18 people on around raid time, but we did, I think, alright.
Did. Past tense. I’m not exactly the sort to start grousing about what happened in public (much as some might say otherwise =p), but ever since September (jesus, four months I’ve delt with this) there’s been growing tension among the four officers (being the four friends who founded the guild), and I’ve been less and less happy with the how, and some of the what, of the guild being run. It finally hit a head over some asinine argument, and knowing that it was well past time to go, I finally walked away on the 29th. Took my deep breath. Said a bit in guild chat, and on the guild forum. It wasn’t my guild or what I wanted anymore, though I still liked the people and leaving them was the hard part.
A week later, here I am, packing up my two 80s on the server (my <3'd Hunter, and my Shamanling), clearing out my bank alt of everything I can't carry in their arms, and preparing to go back home to my first server.
Already got a guild lined up and waiting for me (got local friends on the server with a good guild with a good schedule), and I'm ready, I think, to finally walk away from the server. Said my goodbyes, got e-mail addresses, tried my best, albeit mostly unsuccessfully, to get a few people to go with me, got my bags and purse loaded.
Hah. I feel sorry for Mathorvos. Tonight, he's going to go to bed a Blood Elf Male.
Tomorrow morning, he's going to wake up a Draenei Female.
*wipes a few tears away*
Here's to old friends, good times, and new experiences.