Teremus Visits Stormwind

Run Away!! Last week, while minding my own business and waiting for a guild-alt noobling to finish his quest turn-ins at Goldshire, I spied Teremus the Devourer, the farmer’s scourge of Blasted Lands, flying down the path to Goldshire, hot on the heels of his druid kiter.

Many dead noobs and noob NPC guards later, the foul beast fell to the zerg. The best part of the entertainment, it shut up the trash-talking Goldshire noobs for a good 5 or 10 minutes. Also taught them an important lesson that will serve them well their entire Warcraft life: When you see a fire-breathing dragon coming your way, you GET OUT OF THE WAY.

Teremus’ journey from just outside Goldshire to his death in Stormwind is documented in a Flickr photoset, clickable from the thumbnail above.

Lastly, the week is AFK Gamer’s annual Week of Fives. Raster (blog slave and guild puppet) and I will be tag-teaming a week of posts looking back on 2006. Later today, Five Things World of Warcraft Does Really Well. Ya, really.

The Emo Tank: Exit Stage Left

So I mentioned that The Emo Tank left our guild a couple weeks ago. (Ya, I’m all broken up about it.) Here’s how it went down:

The Emo Tank had become increasingly unbearable: he was barking out orders in the warrior channel (when no officers were in the channel, of course); he was sending random tells to well-placed guild members asking for their reassurance and support and he was going wonky at the most inopportune moments — mid-Blackwing Lair clear, for instance.

Example: the one BWL clear, the raid leader makes some wisecrack about the tanks. We tittered. Emo-boy spends the next 20 minutes asking me in /tells what the RL meant by that. WTF. He meant nothing. A joke? Ever heard of them? Meanwhile, we’re yucking it up in officer chat channel because we’re assholes like that, but he had no way of knowing that.

How can I be sure? We would have heard him opening the razor package over Ventrilo.

So the one raid night, I’m offline. Some real life obligation, I don’t remember anymore, so I wasn’t witness to this. And I know exactly why Emo Tank chose that evening to wig out — no way in flaming Hell would I have stood for that shit and he knew/knows that. I’m not in charge of the trigger for the guild, but I have no qualms about ordering the assassination.

At any rate, they were flying to the raid zone when one of the officers noticed that Emo-head was still out in Winterspring, a far-flung WoW zone that is nowhere near any of the raid instances. The officer inquired when Emo-head would be departing to meet at the raid zone — they were a little tight on warriors, could use another. Emo-boy told the officer he was going to skip the raid and continue farming faction for his pussy mount. And I mean that literally, a cat mount, but pussy mount is more accurate.

Since Emo Tank was ranked as a guild Raider — including its accompanying privileges and perqs — openly skipping a scheduled guild raid is not an option. As I described another time, we have the two ranks: Raider and Non-raider. Completely voluntary which rank people would prefer, but if they want the privileges and benefits of being a Raider, then goddammit, if they’re online, they’re available to raid. That’s the responsibility part. Emo-boy knew all that, he was making a play.

Now all the officers were upset and pissed off. They asked one of the more-dedicated Raiders to log off her (we think it’s a her, could be wrong) priest and play her warrior for the raid. Now she’s pissed because her priest wanted something from the raid zone. Normally, we don’t hear a peep out of her in guild chat, except “ok” “thanks” and “good night everyone”, but when she saw that Emo wasn’t going to raid because he was working on pussy faction, she said something like “*Emo*, when a raid is called, Raiders are required to fly to the raid zone.”

By his reaction, you’d have thought she called him a dickless, skillless, brainless emo-sack. He just went berserk — she never listens to him about warrior strats, she doesn’t have the same level of play as the other warriors, she doesn’t whatever.

The officers fired a warning shot over his bow. Y’know, time to walk away and cool off, pal, before you’re on the outside looking in.

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The Obsequious GM

I left you some Christmas cookies on ye olde hearth.

Now you’ll know what the Foton-stalkers already know, there’s a new photo set on AFK Gamer’s Flickr account … The Obsequious GM.

The Obsequious GM, Part 1

It’s an 11-screenshot tale of a hapless World of Warcraft player and a bug (no girl, sorry) and his descent into sniveling apologetics.

I know you were hoping that I would post my 2006 List of Worthless Gaming Blogs, but alas and alack, like the ever-elusive Wii, it’s not to be.