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Yeah, you knew it was coming. If you despise World of Warcraft (or MMORPG’s in general), maybe you should stop reading here if you don’t want to throw up.

I started playing in September 2005, right when I started my job (where both my coblogger and I still work) because about half of the employees there played religiously, so I figured, why the hell not.

At that time I had been exploring multi-user dungeons, which are basically text-based MMORPG’s, but I guess WoW sounded more appealing when everyone got into talking about it. It was a nice sort of ice-breaker, too — I’m not a big initiator of smalltalk, so actually having something real (if you can call it that ) to talk about was a good way to pass the time.

You could probably view my track record with WoW as a tipsy relationship. You could say we went out for about six months, but then we got bored of each other and separated. You could then say we got back together a few months later with more passion than ever — I was always bad at sticking to one character, but during this passion period, I played only my mage for about three or four weeks, getting him from the mid-30’s to 54 — which was the largest spike in our relationship.

You could also say that once the effects of the spike dwindled away, our relationship again grew repetitive and boring, so we took another break — one that lasted about two months.

And now, after the serious lows and the serious highs, it’s almost like we’ve landed right in the middle — right at the sweet spot. I like to play it enough to maintain my characters, but not enough to cut myself off from all the other good games out there — it’s an open relationship.

I’ve given up on getting better gear for my 70 (the mage I leveled in such a hurry for Burning Crusade) because of the upcoming release of Wrath of the Lich King. Instead I’m just leveling a handful of alts, trying not to rush through them.

These include an 11 priest, a 32 druid, a 40 warlock (free mounts ftw) all on the same server.

I would review the game itself instead of my history with it, but reviewing MMORPG’s is a touchy subject — my opinions would probably be way more biased than usual, and (not even as an affect of that) people would probably exaggerate the review depending on their attitude towards MMO’s.

And apparently because it’s Christmas, my family and I are going to do family things like make waffles and play Monopoly. So I should wrap this up.

Blegh.

(not at the waffles — waffles are the pwnzage)

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Hey alright guys, this is a true story thats original to this blog only- AND – it happened today! Hurray! Ok, so today I got out of my piano lessons at 4:30pm. There is a bank next building over. So usually my Mom picks me up afterward in the parking lot, (yeah she picks me up I can’t drive- cue laughter whatever) I noticed that she wasn’t waiting there so I walked around the parking lot just to make sure. As I was passing by the back entrance of the bank- there were a few people inside staring at me. I didn’t think of it much at first, I was calling home and walking around in a circle. After I finished getting off the phone, the people who were staring at me were gone from the windows and there was a woman who was locking the back door. She gave me a odd/fearful look and so I just gave her the “whatever” expression and walked off.

So it usually takes my Mom about 10 minutes to get to where I was so I took out 1984 (which is a good read, I recommend it) and using my backpack as a pillow, laid down and read on the small strip of grass that was in front of the bank. About 1 1/2 minutes later, this cop car pulls up beside me (because the lawn strip was close to the parking lot) and I looked over and was like, “wtf”. I get up and the cop gets out. He was a bald guy of about 30+ years.

Cop: “Can I see your ID?”

Me: “Ah yeah, sure.” [pulls out student ID]

Cop: “Alright” [Takes ID, scribbles some notes]

Cop: “When is your birthday?”

Me: “February 26th, 1990”

Me: “Can you tell me whats going on?”

Cop: “Well, last week this bank was robbed by a young man, who was thin, had dark hair, lightly tanned skin and a black bag. Before he robbed the bank he hung around the back parking lot area for a few minutes before he went in and held the place up. And the people at the bank reported that there was a guy walking around the back of the bank who matched the suspect who robbed the bank last week.”

Me: [Thinking, oh shit, because I totally match the description, I was carrying my black messenger bag AND I was making phone calls while just walking around the back of the bank]

“Oh………funny you never hear things like that….”

Cop: “Yeah, you look like the guy, but you’re not the guy. The real guy was about 20 years or older and everyone was sure he had a wig on.”

Me: “Really? Man, thats pretty crazy.”

Cop: “Yeah, sorry to alarm you or anything.”

Me: “Oh its no big deal, but you scared me there for a second.”

Cop: “Sorry about that….by the way, you waiting for someone or what?”

Me: “Oh yeah I was waiting for my Mom to pick me up- I just got out of my piano lessons like 10 minutes ago over there.” [points at building]

Cop: “Hm. Well take it easy- now I just gotta go tell the people inside its ok.” [laugh]

Me: “Good day!” [at that moment my Mom arrives and I jump in and drive off without any other hassle- oh and I say good day a lot to adults because I’ve worked as a cashier at a few jobs and I’m so used to saying it]

Overall it was a jarring experience. I had no idea why those people inside the building were freaking out and locking all the exits, but now I do. XD It actually crossed my mind that maybe they thought I was attractive or something and they just couldn’t keep their greedy eyes off me- Ha! Wow! Totally wrong!

-Neverhitboxes

-Staring does not equal hotness. -Neverhitboxes