Rumors of Rumors

I caught wind of an ebay link to a Warcraft player auction for a level 60 character. By the time my slacker e-friend sent the actual link to me, it had been shut down, but said e-friend reported that it was the original level 60 of the game.

I asked what the hell does “original” mean? Did he mean the first level 60? The first level 60 on our server? He couldn’t answer the question with enough details to satisfy even my loose sense of fair and balanced.

He added that the account had since been banned by Blizzard. I asked where did he get that info then? How did he know this? Apparently, he heard from “some dude”.

Ok, so what we have here is: Some level 60 may have been ebaying his account which might have been subsequently banned by Blizzard.

Ya, we have nothing.

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I Wish I May, I Wish I Might …

If I could have three wishes in World of Warcraft, they would be:

1. Why in the hell are there only 3 auction houses (Ironforge, Orgrimmar, and Gadgetzan)? This is like Little House on the Prairie where I make a Trip to Town once a week to stock up on supplies and visit with the townsfolk. “May I say, Merchant Smith, your daughter is blossoming into one helluva woman” *drifts off into overpixelated fantasies*

We have the technology to have email in every town, village and outpost, but can’t extend that to the auction houses? Maybe the gnomes that built the Deep Tunnel tram can recommend some technology gnomes to expand the auction houses. I’ll even pitch in 5 gold for the cause … and Merchant Smith’s daughter.

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Class Wars

The class wars in World of Warcraft have begun in earnest now. The Have Nots calling for nerfs and begging for more power; the Haves telling everyone to shaddup.

These type of skirmishes have been going on since time began in the virtual world, and they will continue until the last mole has been whacked, looted and skinned.

I can always tell which classes are the Haves — here’s a tip on how to quickly ID them in any game: it’s the class that remains curiously quiet, for the most part, in public forums. The Haves try not to make eye contact with the developers; they study their shoes, examine their fingernails, whistle idly while trying to appear casual and uninterested.

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