I’m not just talking about the current temperature in Chicago (yes… it’s 60 today… whoa)… I’m talking about Warcraft… I hit 60! Woooooooot!
I never thought World of Warcraft would be my sort of thing. I have never been interested in anything like it. I can’t even sit through movies like Lord of the Rings, let alone read the actual books. Despite my disinterest in it all, I decided to give it a try this fall… now I’m hooked.
Gone are the days when I dumped new gear that I earned just because it didn’t look cute. I don’t run away screaming like a girl anymore every time something comes at me. (I might utter an EEK when I see an elite monster of some sort stomping by, though.) I don’t cry during PVP now either (I just get really mad).
In fact, I was really proud of myself last week. I took down my first rogue alone in PVP. As a warlock, usually the only way I can kill one is if I have help. They hit me with stun and then two jabs with a sword and I’m dead before I can cast one spell. I really hate rogues. Anyway… there I was in the horde tunnel in Warsong Gulch… a twinked-out rogue heading my way and no back-up. EEK! Luckily I spotted him before he could disappear and stun me… it was on! I feared him and hit him with my DOTs (and maybe a death coil, too)… deadzo! Now, I died 3 seconds later… but he was dead FIRST! *buffs her nails*
I owe all my skills in WoW to my questing partner, Elpirrurris. He’s taught me everything I know and has really spoiled me rotten! He protects me from the monsters and somehow remains patient with my constant noob issues. We still have a lot of “run run run run RUNNNNNN” moments, but it’s always a good time. I have to give props to Chan (& Pinga) for so many instance runs I’ve lost count… and to Lowtuss for popping in to help whenever she can, too. And of course, I have to thank all of the alliance tools out there in PVP who have fostered a growing rage inside me.
Now the long, hard grind to 70…