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Drunken Scribbles

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Sometimes when I’m playing World of Warcraft, or previously SW:G, I’ll jot down some notes so I have some material to write about. There are times, however, that I’m two sheets to the wind while doing said jotting.

Apparently that explains these two pages of notes I made about our (at the time) rioutous guildchat a week ago. Maybe two weeks ago — the days blend together when you’re subject to frequent blackouts. (I exaggerate!)

Like this note: “Ship comes in.” WTF. I didn’t even finish the thought and I doubt it was even funny at the time. Or this one: “women that –> men that don’t = happier” ??? Women that what? Why the arrow? Crimony.

Anyways, I have a vague recollection that my point was going to be: guilds with lively, pointless guildchat are the best guilds. And I’ve been in several where the guildchat bounced from here to there and back again, covering the entire gambit of human conversation.

I’ve also been in guilds where a large portion of the population is completely devoid of personality. I mean ZERO personality is in evidence. The most I ever knew about those people was the “incoming” and “/assist on me” macros. Well, that and they were DEAD serious about winning the uber. Time spent with the zero-personality crowd really should be counted against any prison time you might be assigned during your lifetime … maybe it should count for double.

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Punk’d

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I had another one of those wickedly evil ideas the other day. As you may know, I’m a fan of gaming pranks … all flavors … even when I am the intended victim. Like last week when one of my World of Warcraft guildmates submitted my character name and stats to this rival guild (and they’re ALL rivals) as an applicant.

I suspected something was up as he would start giggling on TeamSpeak every time I’d say “I just got a weird tell” (and they’re ALL weird tells). After I’d share that it was just another BRD invite from a guild I’d never heard of before, he’d say, “oh”, kinda dejectedly. I know now that he was waiting for his little prank bomb to go off and could hardly contain himself.

Finally, it detonated and we all had a good laugh at their (and my) expense. The fake guild app is a classic and I never tire of it.

He’ll have to try harder than that to top the prank I pulled off almost a year ago in Star Wars Galaxies when I told this perennially-hard cyberbag that a guildmate was a woman (IRL!!), but somewhat shy until “warmed up”, if you know what I mean and I think you do, and then … LOOK OUT, because the dude was in for one wild cyber ride. Heh, took the guildie a good month or more to peel that dog off his leg.

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No More Banana Bread for Me, Mom

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I am a loot chest griefer. I make no apologies. I make no excuses. And, I intend to continue my life of chest griefery.

I wasn’t always such a poor example of a Warcraft citizen. I used to dutifully empty every loot chest, even the crap stuff like banana bread and wild hog shanks, but it’s been a long time since I was so conscientous.

My life of chest griefing began one day about two months ago when I was out at The Best Camp Ever in Burning Steppes. Nasty little hellhole, the Steppes, but it was ideal for a mature rogue like me in need of some major cash: squishy casters and a few melee mobs sprinkled around to keep it interesting.

My modus operandi: pick their pockets, then rock their orcish world. As a bonus, every 20 to 30 minutes a chest would spawn in one of four positions. And, there’s more! About once a day, a named mob would spawn to check up on his camp and he would get the same treatment as his lesser brethren. Usually, he had a rare or epic loot on his dead body.

Yes, it was heaven on Azeroth.

Then the professional farmers got squeezed out of Azshara and the Scarlet Monastery — a dynamic virtual world with a changing economy (that old chestnut) — and soon thereafter, they discovered The Best Camp Ever.

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