Melvoice Place…


I made a new friend today in Azeroth. She’s a Draenei hunter named Taea, and she cracked me UP!

All she had to say was “I heard that in Mel Gibson’s voice…” and that was it.

Every player…every NPC…imagine it…every last one…talking in a Mel Gibson character voice.


Think of this…

King Varian…






Now, I’m thinking my friend Tome would get behind this idea. A whole Azeroth of Mel, pre-crazy Mel, and maybe Garrosh could be played by post-crazy Mel. Think of the possibilities!

Well, while I muse on this for a bit, I bet whenever I get around to calling upon the Old Ladies Raiding Guild to start kicking some ass, September 1 or not September 1, Taena would join us.

It will happen again: FREEDOM!



Look, okay…I have other things to do now than write on this blog–and trust me, it’s hurting me. What that means is I am too consumed by real life, and my reflections take on a dull and mottled feel. But look — there is a new German Shepherd puppy to take care of, and once in awhile I’ll pop in a new LFR:

Fresh out of chew toys...
Fresh out of chew toys…

There are so many new, gritty and incredible illustrations in the game now: take these demonic dogs – the update to the design is truly terrifying. I love it.

But in real life, I can’t do pet battles, or level alts, or any of those things because


Too old to be a mom and too young to be a grandmother, decided this was the logical path.

Velen have mercy on my soul.

Complaint Registered.

If you miss me, you may send an in-game message to one Sir “T********ER@KEL’THUZAD.”

This is now the third time I’ve gone in the game, with the same heirlooms, and five years of experience on a variety of classes, and the same knowledge of the game as anyone. And yet, something has fundamentally shifted. It’s become too easy, so easy, that when players take their alts into lower level dungeons, and they do not adhere to mechanics, and then die, their vitriol and acerbic butt-holiness comes shining through.

He died pulling too much trash, this making us wait until he wanted to start, in the bug dungeon, and then had the time to type long sentences, insult me, and mocking me in whispers after I left. Apparently I don’t even know where the ‘report’ button is. I do, and I also know where they “ignore” button is.

I’m sick of the fucking trolls, the little pricks, who rule their kingdoms from their keyboards.

And I now have scientific proof: “Gamers Who Troll Women Are Literally Losers.” Now young Sir ****er did not know I’m a woman; he may have assumed I was a kid and bullied me assuming I would cry and stop playing. And he’s right. I’m not crying, but am going to stop playing. It’s not fun to try new things, to level characters/alts, or find anything new and engaging in older content most players have been through a thousand times, and then think because their level 74 warrior has heirlooms they’re hot sh*t and can slice through it. They’re right: it’s boring as hell. Now I could just play my mains when I have time, and I might do that. But five years with the same shaman, as beautiful as she is, is not my thing. I don’t want to quest, raiding is out, and players f*cking suck.

So I’m done.

There is no reason to play this game unless a. I’m playing with friends or b. I’m still enchanted with the beauty and the wonderment of it. I haven’t been able to play with friends because of work and life. Other grown-ass women are not siting at a computer at 10:30PM on a Saturday night writing about punk warrior asshats. I am alone.

And I feel it.

So: break time.

F*cking figure it out, Blizzard. The grown up may be doing something else with her time and money.