The Combined Server Rant That Never Was
Hmm … no pink flamingos in evidence … really nothing to kill anywhere. OH! There’s a buffalo thingy, she rolls over to it to have it tapped by a caster as she arrives. Okay must be something else I can find. This happened repeatedly, over and over and over. WTF! This has never happened before.
Never mind. Since Liwu’s gear has finally broken the iLevel 500 mark she’s moved up to beating up Gulp Frogs. She set off to trim the frog population … no frogs … not a one anywhere. She decided to look underwater. There’s one, she rolls up to it and has it tapped out from under her … UNDERWATER. This time she checked, it was a Fenrisian, Fenran whatever. It seems the dearth of creatures has turned us all into asshats. In two hours of messing around on the Isle she only successfully killed four creatures.
The mood on the Isle wasn’t too nice either. Tempers flaring, harsh words flying, geez. I’m going home. OMG! Trade was … just … let’s just say much, much worse. WTF people? So then I started feeling all ranty and got mad that I have my characters on an Eastern time server because I WANT to be on an Eastern time server and now it’s not. I HATE THAT! I HATE … OMG!
Apparently the discontent from Trade Chat was catchy! OMG! I’m turning … I’m turning into an asshat … I’ll be ranting in Trade next, Cim will be stealing kills out from under Melee cause she’s mean anyway. Somebody SAVE me!
And someone did. Checking my mail I found a lovely note from a reader on Dragonblight welcoming me and sharing his battletag. Thank you Dan.
This morning Cim set out for the Blazing Way to continue her grind to exalted. At 7am eastern it is just usually me up there. This morning she knocked off her five rares with the Champions of the Black Flame, Huolon and Cinderfall just like that. I haven’t seen a Cinderfall kill in the daytime since the first week the Isle was out. This having company thing’s not bad.
Maybe, just maybe there’ll be Dragonblightians who will want to do crazy things like me, like knocking off Galleon. Yes, I know no one probably wants the gear but hello! Son of Galleon’s Saddle! Hey, it could happen, it’s worth a try. The possibilities are endless, I’m all excited again … whew … asshatery averted.
Welcome Dragonblighters … Dragonblightians … yeah, I don’t know … but you know what I mean.
Now I can get on with serious ranting … like why do people send me all this work in December? December? WTF? I don’t have time for this. I have holiday stuff to do. Buy gifts … make cookies … ugh, clean. Seriously, I consider this really bad form people … rant … rant …