Once upon a time there were 12, maybe 14, players on my server. Right now, we’re trying not to make eye contact with Blizzard Management, lest our server be targeted to receive refugees from the hi-pop servers.
I know it’s a matter of perspective, but DAMN, it seems crowded as it is.
*STUDIES HIS BOOTS INTENTLY*
I’m happy to be able to offer this community service: AFK Gamer translated to shizzle n’ shit, know what I’m saying?
Teamspeak Convo last week:
Involuntarily-electedGL (IGL): Everyone ready to do this?
All (except me, I was pouring mixing a damn drink and couldn’t hit the push-to-talk that very second): Ya.
CPADude: *ReloggingDude’sRealName* is relogging. Incoming now, I think.
(No surprise there. He relogs before every elite mob, which can be hell when doing an instance.)
IGL: *Foton’sRealName*?
BitterEx-EQMonk: Fucking *Foton’sRealName* is probably blogging. Leave that fucking blog alone!!
(Damn, he’s bitter.)
Foton: Umm, hi. I was getting a drink. Jesus.
ReloggingDude: back.
IGL: Ok, if we’re all done blogging now, can we finish this quest?
WTF, I was getting a damn drink. I can’t drink and blog.
Y’know, I shouldn’t. Not that I can’t or … haven’t.