Posts Tagged OT
Dear fingers, DA2 =/= WoW.
Space bar is not jump.
Tab won’t target the next mob.
Numlock isn’t autorun.
BRB SCYTHING THROUGH PEOPLE LEAVING ONLY BLOOD SPLATTERS BEHIND.
The Lost Amber jokes are by now so old as to almost be tiresome. In fact, now it seems that they are unintentionally haunting me IRL.
It’s 8:20–I don’t start work for 10 minutes, so I’m hiding in the back room reading a book. One of the regular employees wanders in a few minutes early and asks my co-worker, “Where’s the other girl? Did she get lost?”
I’m surprised she didn’t head the THUMP of my head hitting the desk.
The best thing about RealID for me is that I can go frolic and RP on other servers and still be reachable by guildies on Azgalor if I’m needed. That’s not to say that I’m going to abandon Azgalor except for raid nights–that does not make for good GMing!–but it takes away a lot of the guilt associated with my other severs.
I may be making my hunter my main. O.o I doubt little will change here at ILB, however. Moar flowcharts! Moar fight strats! Just a little more non-priesty rambling. Kind of like this post, actually. So yes, not much will change.
Speaking of strats, I really need to toss out LK’s strat. A little late to the party but there you go.
Twitter can be dangerous. It introduces me to manyu things I might not have stumbled across on my own…things like this: the Periodic Table of Swearing. Oh man. Oh man. Forget twatwaffle, I’m now going to be calling people a COCK GARAGE.
Step 1: Spec into Small Person for lower Alcohol Resistance.
Step 2: Ask the co-GM and tankadin for one of his infamous versions of a screwdriver.
Step 3: After finishing that, ask the co-GM (who is, incidentally, Russian and thus has vodka for blood) for something that will “fuck you up”
Step 4: Drink it and then stumble into another room. Congrats, you got what you wanted and will have floor aggro for HOURS.
Step 5: Regret.
Step 6: Hangover.
This is the only time you shall see me playing a fail angel:
“Amber, did you reactivate your Champions Online account?”
“And did you really sit there and try to recreate a Spirit of Redemption?”
I am definitely someone who plays for the people, not the purples. I have dragged many of my WoW-friendships outside of the game–onto Twitter, onto gtalk, into IRL. We do talk about the game a lot, but sometimes we have rather heated debates over mundane topics. Like, oh, salad dressing.
Pixelated Executioner: …but other than caesar, there is no dressing more wonderful than blue cheese. MY BUFFALO WINGS MUST BE TREATED TO THE BEST, DAMMIT.
RANCH IS THE ONE AND ONLY GOD OF DRESSINGS
Pixelated: BLASPHEMER! YOU WILL BURN FOR ALL ETERNITY! TURN, FOUL HERETIC! TURN!!!!
Life is better with CAPS OF (FAUX) RAEG. My life would be a lot more boring without these nutty WoW people in it.
The biggest shame is not recording the 3 am vent conversation about the state of Evee’s testicles…