Posts Tagged WIIIINNNNGGGGSSSSSS

Smote

I’ve been doing my best to level Lyrandre with something resembling haste, which has lead to me being terribly bored of smiting.

I mean sure, it’s entertaining at first–but by the time you hit 83/84, suddenly your mana bar seems to have sprung a leak, and holy fire/smite/smite/smite turns into holy fire/smite/smite/smite/smite/holy fire/smite/SW:D/fuck I misjudged, smite.

This is where you’d say Amber, isn’t Lyr dual specced?

Yes, yes she is.  Disc and nothing.

…what do you mean I should use that second spec for shadow?  Pffft. 

I’ve hit 84 and the dreaded Twilight Highlands, which means that I will be a paper armored smear on the ground several times from here on out. Woe.

My pugging experiences have been mostly good, until I got one of Those Tanks the other day. He was in partial casting gear (BARE tank, I’m guessing moonkin otherwise) and at one point–after I nearly died on the first trash pull–I made him aware that hey, untanked caster mobs tend to eat the healer.

He said that was fine. He was invincible!

No really, he said that he didn’t care if I died because he was invincible.

By the time I hit 85 the rust should be completely, brutally knocked off my healing skills…

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Comfort of the Familiar

The cycle of bubble / holy fire / smite smite smite smite is soothing. I level my priest half to help my raid (possibly), and half to help myself.

I can’t smite my future mother in law to death, but I can smite something.  I like having this routine thing to fill my time and and offer a pretty platform to talk to my friends through.  I do not play because of World of Warcraft, itself, but rather for the comfort of the familiar.

RL is a two-edged blade at the moment. My new position sucks much less, although I’m a little keyed up over being, well, new. Josh however, has hit a low of seething hatred for his current job (the company is showing every sign of going belly up in a bit, anyway) and that washes back on me despite his best efforts. The wedding planning is driving me crazy. Most of the friends that I was looking forward to seeing can’t make it, and Josh’s mother is driving me into a frothing rage.

HOLY FIIIIIRE!

WIIIINNNGGGSSSSS.

And so I fill my evenings with simple pleasures.

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