OMGWTFOMGBBQ Phat lewtz!!!!!

Or, in layman’s terms: “Wow, I’m really happy! This is a good piece of gear!”

With patch 3.0.8, Wintergrasp marks are now viable currency for some very attractive PvP items (trinket, boots, and helm). As I need 80 marks to get the gear I want and I had 5 marks at the time of the patch… let’s see… carry the 3… I need 75 marks. This means I need to dedicate some serious time to fighting in Wintergrasp, which I will talk more about later as it is an awesome place to be. Continue reading

Arena Week 1

Arena: Week 1

Last night we ran our second week of arena, but before we get into specifics we should cover generics for the uneducated reader(s). Someone commented on yesterday’s post so I know I have a reader. They might even come back.

The World of Warcraft is not-so-neatly divided into two styles of play: Player versus Environment (PvE) and Player versus Player (PvP). In PvE you fight against computer-controlled creatures that behave and react in fairly reliable and predictable ways. In PvP you fight against other players, usually in completely non-reliable and non-predictable ways. I say that WoW is not divided neatly between the two because I play on a PvP realm (server). If I am outside a capital city, I am fair game to be involved in PvP combat. What generally happens is that while engaged in PvE fighting or just minding your own business heading off towards something PvE to do some jackass comes out of the woodwork and attacks you. Yes, I am that jackass on occasion, but usually only in response to other jackasses. I tend to be live and let live, unless someone has been messing with me or a fellow guildmate or faction member, or unless you’re a gnome. Can’t stand the buggers. Continue reading

Why

Yep, started a blog.

Why?

I’m a semi-social animal by nature. I used to work in a busy office with many people around me to annoy. Sadly, my company closed that branch and we all went our separate ways. I remained, but as a telecommuter, so there are not so many people around me to annoy. The cat doesn’t count, he just ignores me. Except when it’s petting time, woe to me for forgetting petting time. Continue reading