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Bad Decisions …

Posted in General WoW with tags , , , on March 12, 2013 by tomeoftheancient


Decision 1. Thinking Sasche would look good in beachwear.

Sasche remembered Cymre posting about the Hozen Beach Ball dropped by Ik-Ik the Nimble. I think there was a lovely screen shot with Cymre at the beach having fun in the sun. When Ik-Ik was kind enough to drop it for her, Sasche was so excited about the new look she’d have!

Yeah … no … something lost in translation, somehow just doesn’t look the same on Sasche. I mean even the Voidlord is having a hard time not staring. I tried to console her by telling her that I thought her Golden Fleece from Omnis Grinlok was MUCH more impressive. She’s a little sensitive and I want to keep the peace.

wanchaigarroshDecision 2. Jury still out on the sanity of this guy.

Yeah. Wanchai met Garrosh. Can I get a do-over? Those Tauren on the Wandering Isle seemed so nice and he … maybe she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she thought he might be one card short of a deck. Of course she’d didn’t SAY that. Oh well.


Decision 3. Talked into LFR.

That is my reminder. I was right. Don’t go in there again. I can see how raids might be enjoyable with people you knew and could communicate with, but this? This is repeatedly poking yourself in the eye … again and again. Why Mechanical Yeti, why?

A guildmate of Sasche’s wanted gear for an alt and said please won’t you go with me so against her better judgement she relented. Sasche had watched a video of Mogu’Shan Vaults but her memory is no better than mine. I was assured this was of no consequence at all …

My time was limited and waiting forever to get in chewed up a bunch but finally got in. To see I was alone. No guildmate. Gone. Same guildmate has repeatedly dropped Sasche on her head from her flying rocket ship. Now she lured her into a place she vowed never to enter and left her there. Sasche? See a trend here? Wise up. She’s a Blood Elf and I KNOW she’s just doing these things because she’s jealous of your ethereal Forsaken beauty. Harumph.

So as soon as we’re in there some lunatic races off. Oh, must be the tank, great. Could someone tell me what the hurry is? So the rest of us run after the guy and the Stone Guard thingy was kind of a chaotic mess but didn’t take too long. Then the lunatic rushes off again. Cries of “I need mana!” ignored. Sasche didn’t cause she’s a Warlock but it would have been nice to wait. If he’d waited maybe stupid Fend the Accursed wouldn’t have taken half an hour to kill.

True to form Mr. Pants On Fire raced off again, not a word. I do have to say whoever the healers were they must have been in there for penance for something they did, because the fact that they kept us alive that long was amazing.

So Gara’jal the Spiritbinder. Oh good, I don’t have much time left, this hell will soon be over. At least I’ll get an achievement. Oh, sadly no. The thingies to enter the spirit world appeared and my memory kicked in so I entered. I was there all alone. It’s possible that this was people’s first time. A little chat from the tank at the beginning might have been useful, but no, he’s too busy speed-tanking.

Sasche managed to kill maybe one and a half spirits while she was in there. Gara’jal had maybe 63hp left when we all died. THEN THE TANK SPEAKS! The running one at least.

A torrent of abuse was hurled at everyone for being too lazy to enter the spirit world and take care of the spirits. Sigh, at this point I was out of time and had to leave. I hope they managed the next time since they now knew what to do. I think taking the time to ask beforehand if people knew what to do would have saved EVEN MORE time Mr. Pants On Fire.

So I didn’t get an achievement, valor or anything useful. Just that necklace that I’m keeping to remind me to never do it again. You guys are made of sterner stuff than me. That was so not fun and I’m afraid I’m all about the fun. Look out dinosaurs! Sasche will be back!

Yeah … um Sasche? Many would say grinding 11,000 dinosaur bones is NOT FUN either. Whatever … to each his own.