Checking the realm status page for the Warcraft servers (since the login server is giving me a vacant stare instead of, oh … LOGGING ME IN), and I see that some servers are now noted as Population: Max (Queued). Not terribly helpful, but I like. More information = good.
World of Warcraft — 24 hours game time extension, either added to paid play time or free trial time, for selected servers that were mangled last weekend. (heh, my server is on the list but I don’t think we had significant down time, in fact, I distinctly remember snickering about those so afflicted. And it was wrong of me. SO VERY WRONG!) O well, thanks for the fifty cents, Blizzard!
It had been a peaceful, lazy afternoon in Stranglethorn Vale. For the prior hour, maybe two, it’s been quiet in general chat … the occasional question on where suchandsuch mob is, what level for suchandsuch quest, and can anyone help NoobX with elite quest?
Then she zones in. Err, he. At first we thought it was a she, as she, (which turned out to be a he), was a lollerskater, a chatroom refugee, a “let’s play a zone-wide game of Twister!” raw noob. You know the type … more squirrel than human.
My head aches just remembering it. WEEEE, She/he loves this zone (lol), it’s great for (lol) druids, weeeeeeee, reminds her/him/it (lol) of Lord of the Flies (wtf), which is like total her/his/its favorite book EVER (lol). Except there’s not a lot of pigs around. Total! (lol)!
Not a lot of flies or unsupervised children around either but, that’s just belaboring the point. Reminds me more of Florida because it takes DAYS to travel from the north end to the southern tip … won’t see me annoying the zone with my pointless observations. I like to save those for the blog.