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Yes, I’m Talking About WoW. Shut Up.

I don’t like to think of myself as someone who gets their feelings easy hurt, but that would be a total lie. I’m hyper sensitive to people’s emotions and we all know how tricky it can be to interpret feelings and emotions when everything is in text and there’s no body language to read. If you don’t play World of Warcraft there’s a lot coming up that you may not understand and that’s totally okay, it’s mainly just me ranting about being a pansy and a girl and being really embarrassed about being inept.

So. Every few weeks there’s usually a holiday event that goes on and there’s usually a dungeon boss that you have to down with a group in order to get some type of goody, be it a mount or some awesome gear or just some fun trinket. You have to down the boss to get a holiday achievement and if you get all the achievements you get sparkles and glitter and fireworks. Okay, maybe not, but I think the rewards are pretty fun and I’m a total achievement whore.

Outside of holiday events, I avoid dungeons. I know that I’m not a strong player and that I don’t know how to gear myself and that my skill level is lacking, but I don’t really care. I like running around solo and questing and collecting achievements and I do that just fine thankyouverymuch. The trouble comes when my achievement collecting and dungeons collide. Like they did last week.

This is the first time that I’ve needed to try and down a level 85 (highest level for the WoW virgins) dungeon boss. First time I went in, my group downed him, I looted the goods and went on my merry way. Second group, we wiped. And wiped. And wiped. And somebody made some snarky comment about that being “some level 72 shit.” A few people bailed, a few new people came in, boss got downed and woo-hoo. I suspected that my skill was impacting that we wiped a little bit, but hey man, it’s a 5-person group. It’s not all about me. Rargh. Third group and we wipe. And wipe. And they post the DPS (damage per second) stats and mine are BRUTAL. Like so in the tank that it’s not even funny. So tanking that I literally got booted from the group.

And I, being the wuss that I am, sat in my chair and stared at my computer monitor and tried not to cry. These are people I have never met. Will never meet. Don’t even remember their game names. Don’t even play on the same server as me. But I was humiliated. And now I’m even thinking about quitting the game. Like the pansy that I mentioned I was at the beginning of the post.

It’s frustrating that a game that I really enjoy has so quickly turned into something sour because apparently now I need to, like, STUDY, and like, learn the “proper way to play,” according to a player in the WoW forums.

I posted there a day after this happened about how I knew I wasn’t geared correctly and that I needed help and since then I have gotten help. A few kind souls have helped guide me into how to better gear myself, what kind of a routine I should have with my spell-casting and other various ways I can improve. But let’s face it. I’m still remarkably rattled. I have not been able to bring myself to try to down the holiday boss again. What if I’m still too bad? I don’t think I can handle the snark and being booted again. That fucking sucked. The only dungeons I’ve been able to try are the lower level ones that I’m almost over-leveled for. But at least I know I won’t get booted in them.

Now I have to decide if I’m going to put in the time and the studying to learn how to play better so that I can get back my enjoyment of the game or if its even worth it.

That’s the kind of pathetic that I am. Perfect strangers killing me with text over some stupid fantasy game.


Blog Maintenance

… or what become a lack of it.

My intentions with blogging this second time around is to get my writing fingers typing again. To say those things that I think about tweeting, but that I can’t contain within a 160 character limit.

I’ll use it to share links and pictures.

I won’t post every day and that’s okay.

If I choose to post a single sentence and call it good, then damnit, it’s good.

Less formality, more comfortable chit-chat.

Let’s see how long we last this time, yeah, can we beat the four-year run I had going last time?


Vancouver Pride

Just an FYI. Vancouver is NOT the city that riots after losing a sporting event.

Okay. Yeah. It’s happened before. I get that. I really do. But I also know that I’ve lived here for six years and I’ve seen nothing but celebration, fun and kindness. I felt heartbroken watching the insanity this past Wednesday as crowds surged through the streets. I was appalled at the random punches, the glass smashing and the looting. I was embarrassed to be from Vancouver.

I have been watching as Vancouver has been working on remaking itself over the last few days and it has been beautiful to see. The beautiful messages that are scrawled all over the boarded up windows. The people turning themselves in. The realization that hey, a lot of these troublemakers? Not even from here. Thankyouverymuch.

I saw people band together on Facebook and form clean-up crews and guess what? They actually showed up. There were massive amounts of citizens who showed up on Thursday morning to clean up the mess. They brought their own brooms and their smiles and their apologies. We’re sorry, world. This is not our city.

I never thought that I could feel so strongly for a city that I’m not even originally from, but I have found that I am completely in love with Vancouver. I am proud to live here and I am proud that we can pick up the pieces after a night that rocked the city and left most of us stunned and hurt.

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