The sulking pose, bottom on the ground, elbows hugging kneecaps, hooves at 45 degrees, scuffing the toughened soles, Luperci sat in a corner of the Dalaran sewers. Her face was hidden by a mass of thick, dark hair and her shield. The drunken mage was snoring surreptitiously behind the grates. She pretended that he was listening to her, because she needed someone to talk to. Her older sister, Mat, was off doing gods-knew-what, probably saving baby bunnies and fawns in Mt. Hyjal with her druid tree-lovers. Zep lurked in the shadows. The washed-up mage was her only friend. He understood.
Wired Magazine article: Summer Reading for Science Geeks
Oh, I miss real beaches. /sigh
Maybe I’ll get a truckload of sand and fill up the living room with it.
I have become somewhat enamored with my little shadow/holy priestess, Zep. She is all about chiaroscuro, the nuances of light and dark. I have made it my mission to level her up, and enjoy learning this very new class. To that end, was running a lot of dungeons yesterday with her, and it’s a shame that there isn’t an achievement for the most passive/ aggressive players. “Passive/aggressive” is one of those pop psychology terms that gets tossed out a bit too much, like “defense mechanism” or “ADD.” When you really see and experience passive/aggression, it’s almost like an art form.