Monthly Archives: September 2013

Halfway to a Miracle

Shamans are OP Well, THOSE shamans are OP.  Man, I'd totally jive with an Old God if I could be that OP too.

Shamans are OP
Well, THOSE shamans are OP. Man, I’d totally jive with an Old God if I could be that OP too.

I don’t really have a whole lot of screenshots of the Nazgrim fight, on either flex or normal.  My memory of both is crystal clear despite that, so I can tell you with 100% accuracy that I set a new guild record for deaths in a single fight during the flex run.  It was like, ADDS OGOD down went the dinky, derpy shaman!  BUT SHE WAS NOT DEFEATED.  Reincarnation!  WAIT WHAT THE HELL HIT ME down she went again!  But the guildies got her covered, so she’s up to fight once more with a Soulstone!  But HOLY CRAP ADDS and she’s down yet again!  After that, they had to leave me on the floor there.

So it was something of a miracle when this occurred in normal:

Whoa, Holy Crap I'M STANDING ON MY FEET HOLY SMOKES (And yes, I got gold on both rolls.  Can't have it all, I suppose.)

Whoa, Holy Crap
I’M STANDING ON MY FEET HOLY SMOKES
(And yes, I got gold on both rolls. Can’t have it all, I suppose.)

Yeah, it took me a minute to realize he was dead, so I was still mashing buttons like hell for a couple seconds afterwards.  Upon figuring out that the fight was over, my train of thought was something like this:

ALIVE

LEGIT FIGHT

ALIVE

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I know, I think real hard when reacting instinctively.

Nazgrim Is Daed AND I AM NOT

Nazgrim Is Daed
AND I AM NOT

So while everybody else was mourning deep mourns for an NPC with a long and respected career, there was a goblin experiencing zero grief who was just barely resisting the urge to dance because she was alive and she could.

“Skyfire Hot” Set, or, “Outfits for Middling Hunters Who Can’t Get Cool Crap from Ulduar or Naxx Yet” Part 1

Also known as, “Crap From Her Bank That Prinnie Puts Together, except For the Bow.  She Will FARM for That Sucker.”

"Skyfire Hot" Set

“Skyfire Hot” Set

Class: Hunter

H: Not shown | S: Talhide Shoulderguards | Cl: Raider’s Cloak
Ch:
Giantstalker’s Breastplate | Wa: Ebonhold Girdle | L: Blood Knight Greaves
G:
Battleforge Gauntlets | Wr: Not shown | B: Glimmering Mail Greaves

Bow: Skyfire Hawk-bow

Soulburner Indeed

Soulburner Indeed

(Or, for those of you at 90, the Raid Finder version of Taoren the Soulburner goes well!  I mean, WTF, this thing actually dropped!?  IT DANG WELL BETTER MATCH WHAT I’M WEARING FOR ALL THE TROUBLE IT’S GIVEN ME.)

Status: Finished

Thoughts: Everybody loves the Battleforge mail set, right?  Me too!  Daschela happened to find the legs on the AH for a very, very good price.  As she was too underleveled to solo for mog gear at the time, I dug through my bank for things that matched.  I like to look good while leveling, and I don’t CARE if I have to remog it ninety million times!  IT’S IMPORTANT.

There was one problem with my plan for immediate transmog gratification, and that was Warbringer Om’rogg.  He tried to not drop the big shiny bow.

Unfortunately for him, Lei-shi and that blasted gun Taoren (NEVER EVER DROPPED FOR THERM, EVER) have given me an endless tolerance for futility!  I convinced people to drag Daschela through Shattered Halls when she was in the 70s.  I begged people to help me through the place quickly when Daschela was in the 80s.  I had Daschela soloing in there (man, do I LOVE one shotting all the things or what) after she hit 90.  She did this over.  And over.  And over.

I am pretty sure Om’rogg finally gave the hell up and dropped the bow just to get me out of the Shattered Halls.  LOOK AT HOW SHINY IT IS OMG (so what if I’m dressed like a blood elf)!

The Moment No One’s Been Waiting For

In the past, I’ve always waited a week or more to try “the new” LFR.  This allowed time for strategic nerfs (see: Durumu, Lei Shen), as well as sufficient time for me to buy into the idea that my fellow LFRers were now reasonably familiar with the relevant content – or at least, familiar enough to smash our way through with a couple stacks of Determination.  Thank you, Determination, for existing.  Other people may regard you as a brand of shame, but I?  No!  I LOVE YOU!

When it came time to take on the Siege of Orgrimmar LFR, however, I decided I was just gonna get this DONE.  I’m not really sure what happened to my former caution.  Perhaps going through it beforehand via flex raiding made me feel more competent in general, or maybe my new “real raider” cred infected me with overconfidence?   Or it could’ve been the way LFR seemed old hat now, like I’ve been through The Bad a dozen times before, so there’s no way THIS could be any worse.  I’m experienced.  I’m tough.  I’m resolute!  NOTHING CAN FAZE ME!

On Second Thought I'll never be ready for all the things.

On Second Thought
I’ll never be ready for all the things.

As it turned out, in order for me to get from start to finish on the first wing, I wound up having to kill Immerseus and the Fallen Protectors three times each and Norushen the Amalgam twice.  So much effort (and so many repairs) for so little loot (one Purehearted Cricket Cage).

First Attempt
Bosses downed: Immerseus, Fallen Protectors, Norushen Amalgam

My first go was on Tuesday, and accordingly, this was the most competent group.  We got through the first three bosses without too much trouble, though the way LFR handles the “Look Within” mechanic on the Amalgam felt way awkward.  In LFR, “Look Within” is completely random.  It’s much like closing your eyes, waving your hand about and then pointing to an item on a restaurant menu!  As a result, you gotta pray to Gawd that somebody who has previously been selected to “Look Within” (and is less Corrupted) also happens to be looking for and is willing to soak the bad orbs.  I don’t know if I have that kind of trust!

The first attempt on the Amalgam, I didn’t get selected to “Look Within” at all and remained at 75% Corruption for the entire fight.  The next time around, I got selected to “Look Within” … twice.  Say what?

It just so happens that my guild does Flex on Tuesdays, though, so I had to leave while the LFR was still figuring out the mechanics to the Sha of Pride.  That was probably ok by the LFR group, however …

How Could I Resist Such a big, fat and obvious pun simply begs to be made.

How Could I Resist
Such a big, fat and obvious pun simply begs to be made.

Second Attempt
Bosses downed: Immerseus, Fallen Protectors

Welp.  Since misery loves company, I decided to make my next queue a grand affair, and I invited as many people as I could possibly drag along.  This, of course, meant that it ended badly and I wound up apologizing to everyone for getting them horribly maimed.  Oops.

Seems About Right I'm dead, that's par for the course.  Everybody else?  Weeeeell ...

Seems About Right
I’m dead, that’s par for the course. Everybody else? Weeeeell …

It wasn’t awful at first.  We kept getting slammed with damage during the Immerseus fight, but we still made it through (yay for healers!).  We managed to flail our way to victory over the Fallen Protectors!  But that’s when a tank dropped.  Then the second went.  After a long wait, another tank showed up, but he/she dropped instantly upon realizing we were already part way through the instance.  People came via the queue, but more people dropped.  Our numbers were slowly decreasing as we stood there, waiting, unable to take on even trash but unwilling to drop ourselves because 1.) we’d already been waiting for who knows how long, and 2.) I don’t know about YOU, but I really don’t want to fight those bosses AGAIN, since I can’t loot and have no tokens for extra rolls.

Remembering The Good Old Days You know, back then.

Remembering The Good Old Days (To Pass Time)
You know, back then.

In hindsight, I should’ve teleported out of the dungeon right then and there.  Done something else, maybe, like mining while we waited.  But I didn’t, because I didn’t want a tank to miraculously show up and then chain pull, rendering me unable to enter the instance.

So of course, that’s when the rogue decided to be a freaking asshat.  Let’s pull trash and get everybody killed!  Yay!  Your death is my fun!  Ha ha at your repair bills!  Look at me, all vanished and at full health!  Trollololol!  He failed the first time, since he died himself, but (since my attempt at a votekick failed) he succeeded the second. Dear Blizzard: please put an easy-access escape ramp to the spot where you jump down into the Fallen Protectors area, so I can get the hell out of Dodge when someone does this, instead of getting stuck on a dang rock and dying because I can’t teleport out while in combat.

Good For You You still got nothin' on the guy who told people to stack on the snails.

Good For You
You still got nothin’ on the guy who told people to stack on the snails.

And so, we decided to abandon the effort and call it a night.

Third Attempt
Bosses downed: None

Tried To Get Other People But as you can see, they were otherwise engaged.

Tried To Get The Same People
But as you can see, they were otherwise engaged.

Cav got back from leave the very next day, which is when I decided “we” should try again!  I’d say that it’s one of the worst decisions that I’ve ever made, but I know I’ve made worse.  I dragged Cav and Goa into the queue, and pop!  There we were, in front of Immerseus.  Splendid.  Why is it that you never get a partially completed run when you actually want one?

Unfortunately, this party was full of derp, and I mean FULL OF IT.  Somewhere between the tank deciding to pull the boss with only one tank present and somebody deciding to blame Cav for another premature pull (which I don’t think he did), our hopes for a bearable run vanished.  We gave up and left.

This happens to be the inspiration I had for downloading and installing “Who Pulled,” an addon devoted exclusively to (surprise!) telling you who the heck pulled that crap.  Don’t blame my buddies!  I’ll find out who the real jerk is!  /detective

Fourth Attempt:
Bosses downed: All of them, thank Gawd

So, with my fancy addon up and running, I felt confident that I could identify and publicly point out whatever dastardly evildoer pulled before everybody was ready!  Alas, the addon isn’t very specific.  By “pulled,” it means whoever got whatever’s attention, and I do mean WHATEVER – anything goes.  It has an “ignore” list that you can add things to, but the list is very small to start off with.  The generalness and the small list combined means that your chat is suddenly overwhelmed with warnings, somewhat like, OH MY GOD!  PEOPLE ARE PULLING WILD MUSHROOMS!  …. wait, what?  That’s that druid thing!  Oh my GAWD!  ALL THE PEOPLE PULLED ALL THE IMMERSEUS BLOBS!!  WE’RE GOING TO DIE … uh, actually, they’re still oozing towards Immerseus like normal.  Huh.  Here’s an example from a HoF LFR Daschela was in:

Wild Mushroom?  Really? Also, I don't CARE about the rings!

Wild Mushroom? Really?
Also, I don’t CARE about the rings!

So I wound up putting it on “Silent Mode,” in which it does nothing whatsoever and it’s like I never installed it at all!  Sigh.

Don't Worry, I Got This (I Think) On second thought, go ahead and worry.  The flashbacks may be unnecessary though.

Don’t Worry, I Got This (I Think)
On second thought, go ahead and worry. The flashbacks may be unnecessary though.

Anyway, this particular LFR wasn’t a perfect run, by any stretch of the imagination.  We were either taking a CRAPTON of damage in the Fallen Protectors fight or had more than one healer who was undergeared and couldn’t keep up with the onslaught, so I actually ditched elemental and switched to resto.  Given that the idea of healing LFR on the first week filled me with terror, I performed quite respectably.  I didn’t die, AND I made it into the top three healers!  (By my standards, this is nothing short of amazing.)  Accordingly, I was given a reality check when a derpadin insisted he was beating the hell out of the HPS, though my recount showed him at #8 overall.  Numbers do not matter.  Two things matter: what’s inside your own head, and whether or not we survived to win the fight.

Sha of Pride Lisa Frank + Sha = The happiest looking Sha I've yet seen.

Sha of Pride
Lisa Frank + Sha = The happiest looking Sha I’ve yet seen.

Skipping ahead to the Sha of Pride, I gotta say, there is one thing that bugs me about the room in which it resides – those dang blue swirlies.  Do they look familiar to you?  They should, since they’re pretty much the same blue swirlies  from the Lei Shen fight.  But do not be deceived, my friends, for standing in these will not prevent adds and will just get you nuked dead.

Surprise!  Last Tier Lied This time, it'll kill you.

Surprise! Last Tier Lied
This time, it’ll kill you.

Aspect of the Daze

Here, have two screenshots that don’t fit into my next post but that I can’t bear to let sit on my harddrive.

Super Beth My superpower is my supernonlogic.

Super Beth
My superpower is my super adaptable logic.

Awkwaaaaard People just keep staring at me!

Awkwaaaaard
People just keep staring at me!

Siege of the Stairboss

Ever since I rolled my first character, I have been constantly trolled by stairs without rails, elevators that insist on going up or down at the exact wrong time, visual illusions that make me think there’s a floor where none exists, ledges that pop right beneath my feet, and the continued existence of the numlock key.  The latter is troublesome because I will sometimes hit said key without realizing it, which subsequently causes me to freak the hell out about how I can’t stop my character from running forward what’s going on, and CRAP, there’s a cliff, SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!

In fact, I’ve only beaten the gravity god once in all this time – there was that day when Mech lagged out of reality and started trippin’ in the Valley of Four Winds …

Lighter-Than-Air Goblin Either lagging hard or on something.  Or both.

Lighter-Than-Air Goblin
Either lagging hard or on something. Or both.

So it figures that the Siege of Orgrimmar would feature towers.  Orcish towers, of course, much like the ones in use for the zeppelins.  Clearly, orcs do not give a flip about architectural improvements or lawsuits over broken necks, because they didn’t add any rails to the stairs in these towers, either.  SIGH.

Stairs ... This Can't Possibly End Well Somebody's going to fall down 'em, and it's probably gonna be me.

Stairs … This Can’t Possibly End Well
Somebody’s going to fall down ’em, and it’s probably gonna be me.

The guild started methodically smashing through the raid already, so I was not present when they cleared everything up to Galakras.  A couple of the regulars had to call off on this fateful, towerful* night, however, so I was summoned to heal.  It’s funny – once upon a time, I would have considered my healing spec’s 510 gearscore to be amazingly hot sheeyit!   But after listening to the raid discuss gearscores (520s was a definite must), I felt kinda like I was running into this battle wearing a pretty dress and not much else, just like Aethas Sunreaver.  (Spoiler: HOLY CRAP, AETHAS SUNREAVER HAS A FACE.)

OMG HUGE DISCOVERY HERE PEOPLE I dunno, for some reason ... I never thought he had a face.  Or hair.  Or a head for that matter.

OMG HUGE DISCOVERY HERE PEOPLE
I dunno, for some reason … I never thought he had a face. Or hair. Or a head for that matter.

At first, I was on the “tower team.”  This meant that whenever the raid leader said, “my team, let’s go,” I’d run like hell up the hill to the tower (hopefully AFTER somebody else).  We’d then smack some orcs around and run up the stairs in order to take on the dude at the very top of the tower.  Defeating him would let us wrest control of this tactically important feature for ourselves!  That was the idea, at least.

Stupid Stairs I DEMAND AN ELEVATOR ... on second thought, maybe stairs are for the best.

Stupid Stairs
I DEMAND AN ELEVATOR … on second thought, maybe stairs are for the best.

In reality, where was the tower team’s healer?  Ummmmm, well …

A.) Your healer fell down the rail-less stairs and had to run up a second time.
B.) Your healer got knocked the hell off the tower and plummeted to her doom.  (What, you didn’t hear her screaming on Vent?  The healer had the mic on mute, you say?  Oh.  Good.)
C.) That one time your healer got bounced off the tower but DIDN’T die on impact, she tempted fate by expressing her surprise.  So she got shot up and THEN died.
D.) Your healer was really concerned about NOT getting knocked off the tower.  Therefore, she was trying really hard to see the “don’t stand here” stuff on the ground that wasn’t there yet, so YOU died.  Sorry.
E.) Obviously, gravity slows the casting of healing spells by a factor of four.  That’s your healer’s story and she’s sticking to it.
F.) All of the above.

Correct answer: F.

So then they put me on the “ground team.”  Basically, the ground team stays on the ground, which I bet you didn’t expect!  They take on every opponent that comes down the path while preventing the Important NPCs from getting themselves killed, because if one of them goes down, everybody else spontaneously gives up and goes home.

Dangit People He's Just One Blood Elf They're everywhere!  We can get another!

Dangit People He’s Just One Blood Elf
They’re everywhere! We can get another!

Since gravity is SUCH a downer, you’d think that being on the ground team would be a great improvement for me.  It was, sorta, since I no longer had to explain my inability to ascend a spiral staircase at a run.  But it kinda sorta wasn’t, because then I had to explain my inability to stop standing in sheeyit.  (“But it’s everywhere” isn’t considered an acceptable excuse.)  Poison clouds got me sometimes, but my #1 biggest, most overwhelming issue was fire arrows.

I swear, it was like I was being constantly bombarded with the things.  You’ll always take some damage from them, but you can avoid the rest of the damage by moving a bit.  Seems like the obvious solution is to never stop moving!  So, um, why’s the healer dead?

A.) I DON’T KNOW BUT IT HURT
B.) Spiritwalker’s Grace was on cooldown, so when they shot me in the face practically constantly and I had to keep moving, I couldn’t get any freaking heals cast on myself or on anybody else, and I got overwhelmed by the initial damage.  Again.
C.) I tried to run away from some fire arrows, but then I ran into some poison instead.  Again.
D.) Actually, I didn’t see what killed me that time either, but I’m pretty sure some fire arrows had something to do with it.
E.) All of the above.

Correct answer: E.

I felt bad for the other ground team healer, who was pretty much carrying the whole thing despite saying that he couldn’t solo heal it.  I don’t know if it’s a lack of practice or what, but it’s like I just can’t make the right decision at the right time – hold still and finish casting this heal at the cost of eating some fire arrows?  Avoid eating more fire arrows at the cost of not finishing the cast?  Either way, this is going to hurt.  Enough consecutive bad decisions and down you go.  I WANT to live, it’s just that I don’t know HOOOOW.

Honestly, I don’t mind being backup.  It means that I don’t always have to be there, which is good, since the guild raids on Pacific time.  (I like shinies, but I also like sleep.)  Being backup does have its challenges, though, because I will always have a lower gearscore and less experience.  The lower gear means I have less oomph to my heals relative to the damage we’re taking, and the lesser amount of experience means that I move a fraction slower than would be ideal.  These things aren’t always fatal, but in current raid content, that sliver of time can mean a lot – especially when it’s a lot of little unconscious hesitations that end up adding into a ton of damage.

Towerful Lots of towery towering towers.

Towerful
Lots of towery towering towers.

* This is a totally legit way of describing things.  Got a lot of towers?  This place is towerful.  Are the towers very important to the whole encounter?  Those towers are towerful.

Wherefore Art Thou, Or Something (Roleplay? Whazzat?)

I'm an RP Master All dat and a bag of chips even!  /cough

I’m an RP Master
All dat and a bag of chips even! /cough

Despite playing on a roleplay server, I have never really bothered with RP.  I picked the server simply because it was recommended by a friend and because “RP” was the farthest thing from PvP that I could imagine.

Generally, though I spend a lot of my free time in the game, I try to keep it “light.”  Roleplay can have elements of comedy, certainly, but a good deal of it is either serious or even dramatic.  Regardless of what the user behind the avatar chooses to add or discard, characters in WoW have an enormous reservoir of past trauma to draw upon by virtue of the universe in which they exist.  The very goals the player character is asked to undertake (defeat death itself, triumph over darkness) lend themselves to Serious Subject Matter.

I play goblins mostly because I like them (they’re spunky but have a hint of the acidic, in the sense that they have a corrosive edge), and because my personality is much like theirs.  Forget nobility, forget good deeds – get me the gold and the gear, and get me out of here!  It’s somewhat awkward to consider roleplaying when the characters are so much like you there is little to no separation.  Also troublesome is how I have no connection beyond milking the situation for all the money it’s worth.  You want to save the world?  You’re insane, but I got this shiny trinket here that’ll help you – wanna buy?

Or let’s say I roleplayed a Forsaken (my next favorite race).  I’d forever be angling for another Wrathgate moment, and never succeeding because I am a mere player character … and that’s depressing.  “Do you think we had forgotten …?  Do you think we had forgiven?  [….] Death to the Scourge, and death to the living!”  is quite possibly the best line ever, and it gives me the chills every time I hear it.  It’s pretty much how I see the rank and file of the Forsaken.  They paint Apothecary Putress as someone crazy, as a force that even Sylvanas couldn’t control –  but I think he’s closer to the end result of Forsaken logic than most care to admit.  You may “live” as best you can or even attempt to restore something that looks like your past life, but as Forsaken, you will never, ever forget what was done to you (Death to the Scourge!) and that your limited numbers will never, ever be safe as long as the living exist and think you don’t deserve to (Death to the living!).

Then, too, the general format I observe seems somehow stilted to me.  Having overheard the many long-winded emotes people type up, I feel it’s somehow odd to have what would be private moments or conversations seen by anyone in the immediate area.  Having witnessed and even taken up arms against the many Alliance guilds that attempt to roleplay “taking back Lordaeron” by killing Brill NPCs (or occasionally, attacking Undercity), there’s a sense of ultimate futility to it all that I can’t ignore.  Our characters, despite what agency we try to give them, are stuck in the same MMORPG inertia that lead characters are trapped in.  (i.e., why Varian Wrynn can’t do anything as productive but boring as stabilizing Westfall, or why the Plaguelands are still plague-y, or hell, why Arthas is chilling up on the Frozen Throne, kicking ass and taking names in era of pandas.)

Lastly, once they figure out that I really am female (and generally this doesn’t take too long, given the way I express myself), sheeyit can get weird.  Fast.  Did I ever tell you about the “fel-enhanced” warlock who was really interested in my goblins?  Yeah, I alternate between laughing my ass off and attempting to purge that memory with fire.

Still, I’ve participated in forum roleplay in the past and like the notion of character crafting, so I’ve never been completely opposed to someday giving it a legit shot.  While leveling Daschela, I met another person from my server through LFD and struck up a friendship.  There’s nothing quite like torturing a panda with bear puns while in Stratholme to convince you that you’d probably get along!   He happened to be an RPer.  Asked me if I was interested.  Oh, sure, why not, I said.

I picked Daschela for the purpose, specifically because her personality was mostly unformed (and she is not, of course, a goblin).  Draenei aren’t real heavy hitters when it comes to lore (Learn all the freaking night elf history? nothx), so it seemed like it would be fairly easy to carry one off convincingly.   We’ve done one point five roleplaying sessions at this point to introduce our characters, and my thoughts are:

  • We used whispers, but the format still seems weird to me.  Perhaps I’m a bit too used to highly planned and organized forum threads.  The lack of a moderator or game master and, by connection, some sort of overarching goal or plan leaves me wondering what, exactly, the point is?  Where are we going with this?  Okay, so our characters know each other.  Now what?
  • It’s nice to see the character, I suppose.  I insisted we go on site so I could take screenshots (this IS me we’re talking about).  Yet the fact I can see our “bodies” standing there makes the delay in response (which OF COURSE must occur when the other participant types) seem jarring.
  • It’s much more difficult for me to not sound like an idiot craft a cohesive manner of speech, habits, etc., since it’s in the here-and-now, not in the save-a-draft-revise-publish world.  Though he says I did fine (and he’s the only one who would know, since it was just us), I’m not so sure if I succeeded in making Daschela Daschela and not just a serious version of myself.
  • It seems like you have to choose to ignore the daily realities of a character’s MMORPG life in order to get something that makes more sense as a story.  Daschela’s been leveling constantly via LFD, for example, but how on earth would you make repeatedly killing Ingvar the Plunderer plausible?  (Never mind that whole magic-teleport-to-the-dungeon bit.)  I’m essentially discarding what is actually Daschela’s experience in favor of something that makes more lore-sense, but does that make sense?

Timelessly Flexing Verdict

Timeless Isle

I admit it: I gave up on the Timeless Isle pretty fast.  Actually, really fast.  I would’ve given up on it even sooner if it hadn’t been for Cav, who insisted we kill some things and at least do some of the quests.  It’s not a “I QUIT THIS FOREVER” sort of thing.  As others have said, it’s a great way to gear alts, and Gawd knows I have a lot of them.  It’s just that … there are problems.  WRA is a high population realm, so what with the coalesced business and everybody and their mother being at the new Isle, I didn’t have a sense of “THIS IS AWESOME” so much as I had a feeling that was like, “holy crapbuckets, all the lag!”  I had maybe 10 FPS at best.  Elegon, is that you?  Oh wait, no, there aren’t any sparkly star people around.

It's Either Determination or Stupidity Since I could click on a flagged Alliance instead.

It’s Either Determination or Stupidity
Since I could click on a flagged Alliance instead.

Problem number two: sure, seeing others in an MMORPG makes you think that the game’s still alive … I guess.  It’s just that, there’s practically nothing left alive on this island … oh wait, there’s a yaungol right there!  Nobody’s tagged it!  I’ll kill that!  Well, that turned into “OH CRAP FIRE HELP OW BAD,” especially when three more yaungol spawned right there and aggroed on me.  I guess that’s why the yaungol are still alive but hardly anything else is.

Problem number three: HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM THE COMMANDERS IN THE BARRENS, BLIZZARD!?  For eff’s sake, I am SO SICK of trying to loot and having to wait for like two minutes while everybody else does the same, because “That object is busy.”

Problem number four: I am also sick of specialized currencies and charms and crap, enough so that I’d shove my Timeless Coins in somebody’s eyeballs if I could.  You want how many of these damned things again?  Oh, I’ll give them to you, all right.  IN THE FACE.

So basically if I’m going to keep my sanity, I gotta wait until the place cools down and becomes less “OOOH SHINY NEW” to people.  Or go there at like 6 a.m.

I’m quite behind on the legendary questline (hey, at least I got my 40 trillium bars even if I haven’t done anything with them yet), so I haven’t paid much attention at all to the latest and greatest installations of it.  At least, not until all my guildmates started showing up with WEIRD SHINY WINGS.  Crap, man, weird shiny wings!  Now I GOTTA finish this.  A cloak alone is like, eh, even if the item level IS really high.  Insufficient motivation there.  A cloak that gives you WEIRD SHINY WINGS, though?  Oh yes, oh yes, I’m interested in that!  (FYI, if you are a tree, your wings will be on sideways.  Sorry.)

Flex Raiding

The guild started the flex raiding for funzies, and we pretty much facerolled the place until the third fight.

Immerseus Lightning Shield + Water = Volatile Toaster-like Goblin

Immerseus
Lightning Shield + Water = Volatile Toaster-like Goblin

Immerseus: easy as hell on Flex, although probably a nightmare on normal mode.  I really don’t like mechanics that force healers to heal NPCs (in this case, good, purified, innocent and happy blobs) in addition to their team.  I feel like, what with the sheeyit-ton of damage a raid dishes out, healers got enough trouble to deal with without having to nurse some NPC back to full health.  Give me more than 300k mana, and then maybe I’ll change my mind.

Fallen Protectors All the sads, not feelin' 'em.

Fallen Protectors
All the sads, not feelin’ ’em.

The Fallen Protectors: harder than Immerseus, but still not bad on Flex.  I dread this fight on LFR, because you really do need to coordinate targets based on their HP, and Gawd knows that LFR’s not really all that hot at coordinating.  In any case, we wiped them all out uh, I mean, we released them from their suffering.  Right.  I know that I’m supposed to feel bad about what happened to the Golden Lotus.  But I don’t.  It’s possibly the goblin in me saying, “You had it coming” for all the times they tortured me.

One of the things I like about this guild is that one of our raid leaders is British, so you get to hear him give commands/curse/whathaveyou in what is possibly the best accent ever.  Getting told to target This Thing or That One becomes twice as awesome when it’s said in a British accent, trufax.

Amalgam of Wait, What Just Happened? We were facerolling so well.

Amalgam of Wait, What Just Happened?
We were facerolling so well.

Norushen Amalgam of Bad Things:  Oh man, I do not look forward to this one on any mode ever.  EVER.  I really don’t know why they say you’re fighting Norushen here, as he just sticks you in a shiny box that he may or may not blow up if he determines that the Amalgam is Super Bad or something.  You’re actually facing the Amalgam and the adds.

This fight comes down to holy crapbuckets, puddles of something somewhere are hurting us bad but where are the puddles!?  CAN’T SEE AND WE’RE DYING.  Also, there’s an enormous rotating death beam, which is slow (and that’s nice), but which also seems to pop randomly, sometimes on your head (and that’s bad).  And adds.  Lots of those.  Oh, and for some reason you start off at 75% corruption, which reduces your DPS quite a bit …

You’ve gotta work out who soaks up the evil bad puddles of hurtiness, as well as who uses the shiny golden orbs to reduce their corruption.  Reducing the corruption means you do more of whatever it is you do, as well as enabling healers/tanks to soak up said crap.  We did get it down, but the fight was definitely a sudden stop to the facerolling party we had been having up to that point.

That said, Flex raiding is pretty much the difficulty I imagine “normal” ought to be.  But my standards are low and I like things easier than most, because I really don’t get what’s attractive about wiping 20+ times to any particular fight just because of one stroke of bad luck here or one bad choice there.

[Edit!  I want to add an illustration of bad luck.]

Example of Bad Luck YEAH, LET'S STACK GUYS

Example of Bad Luck
YEAH, LET’S STACK GUYS

I got a shiny ring, and I almost cackled with glee – until I remembered that I have like, 900 gold total after my LAST round of reforging/reenchanting/regemming.  It’s time to make all the alts donate every last spare piece of gold, man.