No not THAT Blizzard Watch, I mean the one where we’re waiting for two feet of snow to immobilize Washington DC and Northern Virginia. Yes … haha … go ahead you Minnesotans and Canadians, have a good laugh. There was an inch of snow last night and my friend told me about her four hour drive home.
Everyone’s racing around buying food. I don’t care if I have food. I care if I have power. I realized I can’t read anymore without a charged iPad. So anyway, thinking that I might not be able to say anything made me want to say something.
I went to Ulduar because it’s lovely and then I got lost and let Yogg-Saron kill me while I was running around in his head. JD was kind enough to come help me find the way, that Lio is one snappy dresser for sure. There we are standing in front of a puddle of yogg.
Oh yeah, I have a question. Since I don’t raid I don’t know stuff. I have to send most everyone every week to acquire Felblight from Kazzak … excuse me … SUPREME Lord Kazzak, jeez what an ego that guy has. My casters love him.
Not so much the melee. I spend most of my time running from the people who have, I forget the name, the purple circle of death thingy. They don’t ever move, they stand right there in a clump of melee. Are they expecting the healers to take care of everything? What’s that about anyway?
I am not a good one to critique WoD as my real life has taken a turn towards the Twilight Zone this last year so that might affect my opinion. What I did realize is there is no one I want to visit in WoD.
Cat regularly heads out to Halfhill to check on the farm and say hello to Farmer Yoon. Actually she visits most expacs to check in with old friends, I can’t think of anyone she’ll come back to WoD to visit. Maybe the Garrison. Maybe she’ll come back and stare in wonder at the place she imprisoned herself.
Yep … see … I really had nothing to say but had to say it nonetheless. Although I do really wonder about the healer thing. And I am a little upset Cat has made no lasting NPC friends in Draenor. She never even warmed up to Yrel.
Welp, better wrap this up and run willy-nilly to the store. Might need more wine if I’m going be snowed in here. Actually, no might about it.