World of Warcraft and a Flashbang.

Wootsies another newborn blogger blasted out of the Internet vagina faster than snow shot through a snow cannon. Yay.

So a bit about me, live in Australia. 21. Male. Single. Live out of home. Work at a dandy little cinema in Canberra. And got time to kill and mouth to shoot off. Play World of Warcraft. Hate hardcore gamers. Extremely cynical and thats what I love.

What a way to start off, I play WoW as explained 2.3 seconds ago and cant stand the people who think its an IV to kill the pain from normal life. Where the purple helmet that gives you 10 health points that is going to drop once in a blue moons stool sample off the now-worthless piece of regal junk that sits on your human/animal/rancid skull that was gained for....christ i dunno.....2000 gold/2 months of raiding the same freaking dungeon and bitching with raid members over why its best served on your chrome-dome/spending $XXX-USD to shortcut it and thus finance some backalley squalor Chinese immigrant an extra .50c reasoning to spend another 6 hours in front of a crappy computer that needs to be doused with an extinguisher every 20 minutes to prevent its 2mhz CPU from exploding and sending 1960-esque bits of plastic around like a shitty hand grenade.

On top of that, I hate sitting in on raids where each room, nay, each mob group (bad guys that need to be killed) are dictated in 'set in stone' with military doctrine and tactics. Now I dont mind a battleplan before heading into the pwnage carnage you hope to wreck on those nasty elites that would crush you into a greasy red stinking spot on the ground with the ingrown tail hanging off their rank foot that smells like cheese and frog vomit from going solo, and its always a good day when the healer heals the tank, the tank actually tanks and everyone in between does everything in between, but I do not have 3 hours to spend cranium slamming with the other guys as to why Bravo Team cannot attack that mob over Charlie Team because they can put out 3 damage per second points more than the other group and thus will cost the raid group 3 seconds precious time that could be wisely spent bitching about whether or not they are going to breach the next mob in the room with a shotgun and a flash bang, or find some rope and careen through some imaginary window into the room screaming LEEEEROY! Its WoW, not SWAT. Leave the intense tactics to the professionals. Police are, soldiers are, the sweaty guy in his mothers basement hooked up to Jolt Cola and the September issue of some porn mag isnt. Fact of life.

And dont get me started on Needing and Greeding. For those not in the know, decent equipment and items of some degree of worth are put forward to the group to, in theory, calmly determine if members need the item for their equipment. If not, the group all greed and lucky highest number wins. This is all in theory, this is what usual happens. Group encounter a piece of blue (rare), purple (epic) or heaven forbid orange (legendary), party chat orgasms in "MINE" rants faster than the seagulls in Finding Nemo until someone beats the pack and need rolls the item, met with jealous mutters or vicious outcry why it shouldnt be theirs. And goddamn forbid the soul that needs it if noone "needs" it. Goes down like the Horses of the Apocalypse took a steamy horseshit on their heads. Thats just for blues, you want to see when legendary weapons appear? Its like watching those zombies in the remake of Dawn of the Dead run for the guys with a pulse. And if someone flogs that pixellated crap without good cause? Its a crime on human nature, its up there on the priorites at The Hague, it must be. It goes beyond the realms of the chat its written up on websites, blog posts and spammed out by hate-spewing players that demand it shouldve been theirs or at the bare minimal in a person with better knowledge/experience/whatever.

Here's my take, take what you deserve and if you dont its not a goddamn deal because its a) 6 goddamn pixels and 8 months of whinging you could have spent getting hammered with mates, cutting loose farts, hocking loogies, scratching balls, working a living, watching the footy on the black box or maybe even getting a fair root from whoever, or all at the same if it so happens.

Take that first post.