Last night, feeling kind of funky about stuff, stuff in general, real life stuff, and game stuff, and family stuff, and blah blah blah, just kind of in a funk.
It was late, and past my bedtime, but a good buddy asked me to do a heroic, warning me if it was Stonecore, he was outta there. Fair enough. I made no promises of great dps, and away we went. Knowing a tank or healer is like getting seated at the best dungeon tables and knowing the maitre’ d. It was Grim Batol, and it was a blast. Lost one healer (there is healing, and there is Matty Level of Healing, which, in my opinion, should be a 25 point achievement for players), and lost a warlock, which made me upset. I know that on the other end there is a human who is trying to do well and play, but our new healer made a snarky comment, and away she went. Maybe I am too soft-hearted for the mean streets of Azeroth, but I do want everyone to play who wants to. In any case, we had a lot of fun. And, no, Guarf, I am not going to make you a sandwich.
So, as I am trying to figure out what I want to get out of my time, perhaps it is just the simple things. So what if I don’t get the gear? So flipping what? I am still as cute as I can be, nice as I can be, and gosh darnit, people like me. I bet Blizzard loses more players to fatigue and lack of control of their worlds. They giveth, and taketh away. But I control the purse-strings on this, so take notice, Blizz. Or that collection plate may start looking a little empty.
Anyway, really appreciated this post this morning from Psynister: http://psynister.wordpress.com/2011/07/11/three-legged-stools/
I think it’s time to start a new story-time post, say, from Luperci’s perspective, and then a tale of conflict and hope for our sweet Zeptepi.