Fear, Faffage and Self-esteem Issues
So I’m doing my morning circuit of pet tamers for leveling pets and this giant foot comes into view in the corner of my screen. A thrill of fear shot through me. I can now probably kill Fel Reaver in my underwear in caster form unarmed while simultaneously doing the dance of the seven veils. Doesn’t matter … I was terrified. Still. Redbeard posted about MMOs and the lack of spontaneity, and after thinking about it I’d have to say Fel Reaver is for me, about the only thing in-game that still comes close. I love you Fel Reaver, don’t ever change man.
Sasche hon, you have to stop doing this. Fly to the RED. RED! I KNOW she flew right in your doorway but she did apologize and try to leave for heavens sake. The level of savagery displayed by that cute furry Panda was shocking, simply shocking. It was an honest mistake. Cat and Sasche have such a hard time with the whole factions thing. She was pleased that she managed to retrieve her body without further bloodshed and get on with faffing.
It seems lately that’s all we do. Cat only wants to level her pets, Sasche hangs around Thunder Isle looking to make quick valor off rares rather than work for the Sunreavers and I’ve been lazy about commenting. I’m to the point that I feel guilty, but I continue to read posts in the morning on the iPad without even leaving a cheery wave.
Comments I make while on the iPad generally leave the impression that I’m an illiterate nit-wit. I’ll have you
no know I might be a nit-wit but I’m not illaterate illiterate … much. I did tell Cat to get busy and find all the bookmarks she made of blogs to add to our blogroll. And then I need to ACTUALLY ADD them. Sigh …
Cat cares deeply about all her pets, their welfare is important to her. She’s been worried about her Infested Bear Cub, she thinks he has self-esteem issues. She tries to cheer him up but really, what can you say to him. You’ve got great … um …
Yeah, see? There is NOTHING redeeming about this poor bear. How do you cheer him up. Cat was thrilled to receive a Flawless Undead Battle-Stone and thought this is just what he needs! She held a little ceremony so he’d know how special he’d be and bonked him with that stone and done! You Sir Bear are a rare! If you were to return to Hillsbrad, all your friends would marvel at your special snowflakeness! You are a Rare, hold that head high!
I have to admit it was a good idea, he’s been prancing around practically giddy with glee. Now if only there were Flawless IRL Battle-Stones all would be right with the world.