Some random conversations I’ve had over the past few weeks in World of Warcraft:
First, I continue my search for a professional gold farmer that can speak Spanish if not English. Four years of high school Spanish didn’t do me a damn bit of good.
Plus, I probably forgot 90% of what I learned.
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Next, doing our own bit of farming in Winterspring — we’re amateurs, remember! That’s an important distinction.
MMODIG’s Unbeliever found an amusing YTMND of MacGyver saving World of Warcraft with duct tape, a paper clip and a large brilliant shard. Thank God he didn’t need dreamfoil, too. That shit’s hard to find. (MMODIG link: Get high with MacGyver!)
This weekend I had an unfortunate “accident” deep inside a hive in Warcraft’s Silithus. If you must know, I underestimated this elite level 60-something priest bitch and she sent me packing … to the graveyard.
Of course, there’s never a resurrection-enabled player wandering around deep in the Silithus hives when I need one, so I had to release my bod and load the graveyard. I figured, “I’ll just ghost my way back down and we’ll see who’s the boss this time, stupid-priest-bitch-that-I-hate.”
WRONG! My Ghost of Shame got sent to the Westfall graveyard, one Great Sea and several griff flights away from Silithus, instead of the Silithus graveyard, a short ghost run from the Hive of Shame. (the fuck?) I wasn’t so sober not to file a petition on that crap, and I wasn’t so drunk that I hoped for repair reimbursements or a GM summons. Still, that was some shit.
The Petition (clickable for larger view):
The Response:
Translation: Too bad for me.
I really hate bugs. *rim shot*