Flying on sunshine…

Sometimes we are just having a “day.” Kind of blech. And it’s layered with muted guilt because it’s usually a beautiful day, full of crisp air and sunshine, and every undone chore or lost checklist mocks us. I think Breige knew I was having one of those days–I was playing all day on Saturday, took a quick 10-15 minute break, and then when logged back on was met with huge puppy enthusiasm for the Old Ladies’ run. The past Tuesday Comcast decided to turn off the Internet, and on Thursday I had to work, so I lost two nights of raiding, and two nights of missing out on a new ring for Kellda. (It did drop last night but a mage got it. MAGES!!!!!!) Anyway, I neglected all my Saturday ‘to-do’s” to focus on Old Ladies and was not prepared to be lovingly chastised for being “late” to my own party. Breige, sorry I snapped in Vent. I’m having a parallel experience at work where so many things I contributed, began, initiated, etc. are now seen as someone else’s idea, and I just need to get the f&ck over it. So thank you for getting everyone together and getting the ball rolling. I am meeting a friend this Saturday to work on some project work, so not sure if I’ll be around, which also makes me grumpy because we need to finish up Dragon Soul. Did I say “we?” or did I mean selfishly, again, ME?

And thank you once again for being a better Dwarf than I could ever be. Thank you for the sunshine:
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September 30: Where I’m from.

evil horde?

This is Mataoka–Mr. Snerguls is judging the Miss Murloc contest down at the Steam Pools (though I hear it’s rigged–he has a preference for Miss Elwynn Forest girls) and my human doesn’t know I took over her computer while she’s at work. Humans. So trusting. So slow to respond. I understand that in one of your epic wars…never mind. Put your seal on that bloody order, Varian!)

I’ve been keeping track of the story as best as I can – much of it was told to me as a child, and seemed like ghost stories of shadowy spirits and beasts. The Orcs represent betrayal to us, and death. But the winds have changed, and the colors shifted, so it’s time to understand these stories as a grown Draenei. Do I hate the Orcs? Hate the entire Horde? I cannot, and will not. But I need to know who wants me, and mine, dead.

Part 1: Kargath

Part 2: Grommash

Part 3: Durotan

Part 4: Kilrogg

Part 5: Maraad

There are some who understand how I feel. That I do not paint all with a broad brush, though many would of me. With Love From Draenor is one place where those who seek friendship over blood go.

As one of Velan's chosen...
As one of Velan’s chosen…

Where I’m from? I am from Azuremyst. I am from hope over death, and light over darkness. I will never understand those who seek power over life.

Never.

OLRG: Cater to the Killers

WE. ARE. WONDERFUL.
WE. ARE. WONDERFUL.

You know what heats me up? Gets my goat?  Chaps my fanny?*

You remember that gamer’s quiz I had ya’ll take? I think folks mixed it up with another quiz, but that’s cool. The one I had you take divides us gamers into four shifting groups: killer, socializer, achiever, and explorer. Okay, cool. Blizzard created a world that suits all of us: hybrids, triads, and quadranticii. (I made that word up.) Except that…really…it’s all a lie. They really made Azeroth for the killers. And not that being a killer is all bad. Except at expansion’s end time, when the achievements and feats of strength start slipping through our fingers like so much money on payday.

For example, I have been pounding my f8kk*king head against the snake hide trying to kill Nibbleh. In a perfect world, we practice, we learn from mistakes, we study, and eventually there is an expectation of success. At no point in time has this fight been different from the other 1,327 attempts I’ve tried, so I’ve learned nothing, know nothing, and am only frustrated and angry. So I see my Feat of Strength for Season One slip through my grasp, until I get so angry and petulant I have to order Leet Druid to do it for me.  And suffer the incoming lecture from him. At this point, I don’t give a damn. Just get IT DONE. Now the Killers of Azeroth have long completed the Brawler’s Guild, warlock fire, legendary cloaks, heroic achievements, and are spending their free time exploring the Beta and catching all the fish.

WHY FOR THE LOVE OF F*CK DOES BLIZZARD TAKE AWAY THINGS?

Not. The. Only. One.
Not. The. Only. One.

What makes games fun? Well here is the 1980 white paper on this subject. What? Don’t have time to read that silliness? Don’t blame you. I can tell you what makes games NOT fun: increasing the frustration level too high it tweaks our cortisol levels of those loyal subscribers that even the most satisfying achievements are out of reach, so it becomes a somewhat abusive relationship.

So, hey, Blizzard? We Old Ladies want to get stuff done. And we pay the bills. So if you want us to KEEP subscribing, please reconsider your misguided approach. Keep all content and ponies in the game. We’ll get around to it sooner or later, in our own time. And rock that Wonder Woman.

 

Theme song: Pretend We’re Dead

*Not the NZ fanny. The other kind. Well, maybe that kind. Perhaps. Sometimes.

Postscript:

But this…

 

this.

"Squirrel Nuts Stirring Up Drama"

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