A few things to say:
1. I am friggin lazy.
2. Little Alex is threatening me.
3. ORGASM NOW!
Seriously, how much does twilight princess rule. I swear to god if I don't get a Wii on release some cute animals WILL die. I'm thinking kittens.
I feel that over the past few posts you've gotten to know me and so I want to let you a bit deeper into my life. Allow me to introduce a very special person, who holds a space in my heart, my other half if you will:
This is Daynadin, my dwarf hunter. There are many others like him, but this one is mine. Without me my hunter is nothing, without my hunter I am nothing.
Also note that his sword is bigger than him, he rules that friggin hard.
So during my grind from 1-60 all those months ago, I eventually wound up swearing that I would never willingly go to a 5 man dungeon in WoW again.
For some reason, some reason beyond my comprehension, at the moment possession by demons seems to be the likely cause. A week ago I went back of my vow.
I decided to do a Stratholme run with a Pick Up Group. For the non-WoW versed, Stratholme is a dungeon full of zombies and evil undead, a Pick Up Group or PUG is a group of random players who band together to do the dungeon.
PUG also means shit.
Again, I think I was possessed by demons. In fact, demons wouldn't be capable of this evil, possessed by the devil probably.
So we walk in, the group composition, rather oddly isn't that bad, warrior, priest, druid, mage and my hunter. Of course my hunter is a dude running around in full epics, these idiots were running around in rusty armour they got from their mother's leavings.
So we walk into the dungeon.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
Me: Dude, I'm the hunter, I have really long range stuff so we can fight our targets here as opposed to inside the zombie filled buildings.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
The warrior proceeds to charge in, typically we don't just get the enemies we were targetting but their angry zombie friends as well. Somehow, we manage to survive. Partly due to the fact that I can kill an entire group of them with about 2 heals. Actually screw partly, MAINLY due to the fact that I can kill an entire group of them with about 2 heals.
Mage n Priest: Wait for our mana please.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
Me: Not yet!
Warrior: *charge*
The warrrior dies within 2 seconds, the rest of the party calmly leave the instance.
Warrior: WHY YOU NOT HEAL ME!
Priest: No mana
Warrior: LOL N00b group I LEAVE NOW!!!!!!11111
Urge to kill rising.....
Priest: Uhhhh I have to go... uhhhhhh remove my chipmunk from the drier. Gotta go.
At this point I turned the keyboard on myself.
A bruised head and an hour later and I was ready for a 4 hour raid.
God bless WoW.
1. I am friggin lazy.
2. Little Alex is threatening me.
3. ORGASM NOW!
Seriously, how much does twilight princess rule. I swear to god if I don't get a Wii on release some cute animals WILL die. I'm thinking kittens.
I feel that over the past few posts you've gotten to know me and so I want to let you a bit deeper into my life. Allow me to introduce a very special person, who holds a space in my heart, my other half if you will:
This is Daynadin, my dwarf hunter. There are many others like him, but this one is mine. Without me my hunter is nothing, without my hunter I am nothing.
Also note that his sword is bigger than him, he rules that friggin hard.
So during my grind from 1-60 all those months ago, I eventually wound up swearing that I would never willingly go to a 5 man dungeon in WoW again.
For some reason, some reason beyond my comprehension, at the moment possession by demons seems to be the likely cause. A week ago I went back of my vow.
I decided to do a Stratholme run with a Pick Up Group. For the non-WoW versed, Stratholme is a dungeon full of zombies and evil undead, a Pick Up Group or PUG is a group of random players who band together to do the dungeon.
PUG also means shit.
Again, I think I was possessed by demons. In fact, demons wouldn't be capable of this evil, possessed by the devil probably.
So we walk in, the group composition, rather oddly isn't that bad, warrior, priest, druid, mage and my hunter. Of course my hunter is a dude running around in full epics, these idiots were running around in rusty armour they got from their mother's leavings.
So we walk into the dungeon.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
Me: Dude, I'm the hunter, I have really long range stuff so we can fight our targets here as opposed to inside the zombie filled buildings.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
The warrior proceeds to charge in, typically we don't just get the enemies we were targetting but their angry zombie friends as well. Somehow, we manage to survive. Partly due to the fact that I can kill an entire group of them with about 2 heals. Actually screw partly, MAINLY due to the fact that I can kill an entire group of them with about 2 heals.
Mage n Priest: Wait for our mana please.
Warrior: I ATTACK NOW!
Me: Not yet!
Warrior: *charge*
The warrrior dies within 2 seconds, the rest of the party calmly leave the instance.
Warrior: WHY YOU NOT HEAL ME!
Priest: No mana
Warrior: LOL N00b group I LEAVE NOW!!!!!!11111
Urge to kill rising.....
Priest: Uhhhh I have to go... uhhhhhh remove my chipmunk from the drier. Gotta go.
At this point I turned the keyboard on myself.
A bruised head and an hour later and I was ready for a 4 hour raid.
God bless WoW.
posted by Natural 20 at 10:58 pm
5 Comments:
oh dear oh dear, owned by little Alex.
also, how can you kill kittens!!!! you evil bastard! (firey death will follow by post)
1. Little Alex did not own me, merely threatened me.
2. I can kill kittens because my Legend of Zelda lust is that great.
If you kill kittens. I kill you.
I'm trembling, quaking in my boots
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