Guess what?! Fandral finally got that staff out of his…you know…and granted Momokawa grand and glorious FIREKITTYSUPERPOWAH!
Yup, we went on a Pony Circuit, and albeit there were no ponies, we trust there will be again. I know someday– SOMEDAY — we will all watch our casting bars and sit at the right time so we can get Only the Penitent, and SOMEDAY, everyone will know when to hit HERO and blast Alysrazor from the sky so we can all get Barrel Roll. Please. Please. Please…Old Ladies: we can do this! Ponies will be ours! We can also finish up Stay Chill, too, right!? I mean, there’s a pony in that list of chives…not chives, chieves!
Not my monkeys, not my circus…
Sitting in my dirty pee pants….
Yesterday, however, was a tough day for Zeptepi. Hours, and I mean hours, waiting in queue for Flex just to get a few upgrades.
I am pretty sure at some point in my fervor to disenchant all the things for Jade Spirit enchants, I disenchanted my healing tier pants. But her item level is plenty high, and she had plenty of token roll coins in her purse, so why not?
Why not indeed.
F*ck some players.
Everyone is standing around waiting for another player, and I see I am kicked:
Was it because they mistook me for another priest with a low item level?
I tried to get to the bottom of it, but apparently as a healer my DPS was too low.
No one could provide an answer, and I give credit to Mr. DK for trying. I don’t have the screenshot where he conjectured my DPS was too low. Fortunately, my healing was fine. Look, it’s for the best, isn’t it? Wasting hours of time? Time I will never get back, because some adolescent jagoffs either wanted to bring in a friend instead or cannot read “Zeptepi” versus “Precharound.” It truly doesn’t matter, and is not worth getting upset about. If anything it strengthens my resolve to NEVER PLAY WITH STRANGERS AGAIN. STRANGER DANGER!!!!! So Zeptepi had to sit in her dirty pee pants all day, and never did complete a single boss after 7 hours of trying. Seven. I did manage to go for a walk with CD Rogue and a couple asked us for directions and I embarrassed myself when I told them the wrong way, so convinced I was right, and yelled at CD Rogue when he told me I was wrong. I was. He held onto his composure, and corrected the vectors, Victor, and all was well. Sometimes I just don’t know where I’m going.
So, onward stalwart Old Ladies! I am not sure I’ll be available next Saturday, so maybe we can meet up on Sunday. Meanwhile, I’ll be wandering around Stormwind sans pants.
How we feel when we delete something: