The New Start

“Name…” The lack of interest from the soldiers in general was starting to amuse the blood elf, he’d been in line only two sundial hours long and already thought he might live to regret it by dying of boredom.

“Elagabal Falasson.” He signed his name on the form; it was still alien to him to be using this new name but had proven necessary.

“You’re literate, any seafaring experience?” The orc looked at him impassively, just another idiot to throw to the fodder.

“Yes sir.” He nodded. “I have been experienced with ships all my life.”

“There’s three positions you can try and apply for, captain, midshipman or gunner.”

“Captain.” He smirked, he was taking the better paid job if he could.

Three hours later and Captain E Falasson was on his way through to his ship, he hadn’t been recognised by the interviewer which was a good thing since he wanted nothing to interfere with the clean break. He had proven his knowledge and expertise and with a large fleet desperate for experienced hands they had been only too happy to give him a ship, just one snag, it was full of the less experienced deckhands, still beggars could not be choosers.

Landing in the area of the new lands proved interesting, the locals had quite rightly taken very little happiness in being disrupted by the Horde and Alliance troubles. As the ships were going down one by one the crew on his ship looked more and more version.

“Pull her sails in.” Elagabal ordered. “We’ll reach the shore and use the gunships as our own cover. Once on land get to the barracks and make sure you don’t fall behind. I am not the kind of man to wait for stragglers… CHOP CHOP!”

The ensuing chaos amused him; formerly Kzarr Gravebane had been a well known smuggler and privateer for Silvermoon. His connections with alliance on a neutral level allowed for a good profit to be turned over. He had in turn however failed to notice his best friend and wife were forming an alliance of their very own that meant when he was missing for only a short few months she had taken their money and left with him. Curiously the old sea-farer wasn’t angry, in fact deep down he hoped her and his former friend the very best of luck.

His biggest regret was not feeling he could stay in touch with his daughter, but again it was an attempt to break free from warrants, old enemies and to push a sordid past behind him. The crew would be assimilated into the horde battlefront and he would head off relatively unnoticed, after all he’d done the job of getting them there.

Why so serious?

Pugging... and raiding elistists I am here to tell you - IT IS A GAME!!!

You're not going to die if you miss out on a bit of gear, you're not going to loose your house if you can't raid every time the invite goes out and you miss it. You won't be murdered in a back alley by an asshole in a pug...

It's a game! These people are not your family and friends. Your family and friends may be in your guild or know you and would never be so stupid... if they were you are an idiot to call them your friend.

Here's my ethic on these things. If you wanna go raiding and pugging and you got the gear and you are happy and friendly that's brilliant.

If you are watching me like an ex-FBI agent with OCD that couldn't let that last case go.. don't tell me and don't make out your the law. I do mean this, you are not the wow police. That's called the Policy agreement you sign at logging etc. I quite frankly do not care what YOU think about MY characters and you know why? For that reason. They are mine. I will gear up at my pace and not at yours.

I work full time, I have a family and I have other commitments. I run a guild and I love the people in it. I won't accept or tolerate any abuse towards them and I won't let you do it to me.

If that makes me wrong well.. I love being wrong!

And on that note Guild Master Mall says "god damn boss didn't even drop my pants"

Love ya'all

Pugging Experience

My Comedy Pug in LFR and why I am still chuckling...

First mistake - worked a long shift, decided that the LFR would be an easy way to have a laugh with mates.

Second mistake - forgetting to unclick raid leader...

After that it was quite funny. We went into the second part, I have spammed the first a few times so fancied a change.

First boss down, I had won the tier chest piece, and admit I really hadn't thought to check into the gear. It was a tier piece and I won it.

For anyone that has been to multiple dungeons/raids to get one item and having not got it you will no doubt appreciate the elation at having won a tier piece.

Within seconds he was shouting about how I had a chest piece of 397 so why did I wanna ninja his gear... HIS gear? I looked down the list. There were other hunters, Shaman that could have used it. Not least my partner that was in there too (who got said piece after raid hehe) so no it really wasn't the one persons gear.

Mid fight he's trying to trade me, whisper me, vote to kick me despite people telling him to shut up. After twenty minutes of this pathetic show he left. Why was I laughing so much? Seriously if you are that wound up about a game you need to find another hobby because I am not going to suffer a premature nervous breakdown if I loose out to a bit of gear.

Also after that I won another piece and then comically got a third piece handed to me by another friendly pug raider who noticed I had worse on me.

IF I don't need the gear I pass on it, I don't even greed for it as someone else could make use of it. It's not important to me, three or four gold isn't more important than the sense of fun and community and if you want to cry, please don't do it at me or shout at me that I won something that was justifiably mine to win as much as anyone else. IF I had been wearing that item fair enough but other than that get over it ya know?

I play for fun, so should others. Otherwise you're wasting £9 a month and you're wasting oxygen stressing about it.

Cheers!!!

Eden Lake – Review

Right… from the start I feel a bit angry about the ending so I think that’s something I will rant about but to be honest I am starting to wonder if that makes this a good or bad film. I certainly don’t classify this as horror however… more “idiots make good”.

The premise is simple – boy and girl getting engaged, nice white middle-class yada yada let’s go on holiday to a Lake.

Insert “rough lads” known to us faithfully random English as Chav. Chav – Council House and Violent. In the USA I think they’d be the equivalent to Trailer Trash or something. Who knows… basically they are the ones that are on an estate and get labelled.

Firstly – if your car tyres were slashed by a bunch of freaking idiot kids that didn’t respect the law would you be stupid enough to pick a fight? Well I for one would not. I’d ring the damned police. Problem solved. Movie over.

Let’s say you don’t but you then spot where they live (BMX’s on the drive) you’d have enough to get the police in a second time. Movie over.

Okay so now Middle class man is in the house snooping. At what point would you seriously risk breaking into someone else’s home to have a word with the parents? Walk away. Call the police – oh again MOVIE OVER!

All this aside let’s move on to the trapped in the woods surrounded by idiots. The kids have knives, the dog is stabbed and dies. I wouldn’t have apologised to the little bastard kids, poor dog I agree but that’s your queue to exit. Get the hell out, drive off with your keys. Again if you really want call the police. The kids had the weapon sort it amongst yourselves. Courtroom drama, movie over.

I’ll admit though the scenes in the woods showed an interesting mob mentality. I think that this is more of a socio-political comment than a decent horror.

I didn’t get any decent message from the film unless you count – always be the shitty family that leaves your kids to run riot and wonder where it all went wrong when they kill someone… is the message.

She immediately spots something wrong in the house and puh-lease! Would you have run into town where only an hour previous in the scenes it’s obvious the local community all know each other? Screw that, you get the hell out of Dodge to coin a phrase. Oh here’s another one CALL THE DAMN POLICE – movie over.

Anyways I think the point is that if it was supposed to be a shock-umentary on the state of decline between the youths/class or whatever it’s a pretty good example of how to piss off people. In fact play it against the riots you got a backdrop of everyone else in the country’s reason for annoyance, or maybe I am just so out of touch with reality that Chav mentality is the future. If so I prefer being out of touch. I don’t swear 24/7 to be heard, I don’t get violent and I don’t need to make others feel little to be a functioning part of society.

So in a nutshell watch it if you want a good rant at the TV, you like pointless and mindless violence, oh and you don’t five a damn yay!

Gaming and Depression

So a lot of blogs, studies and articles go on and on about how people that are into online gaming might find that their depression is linked to their gaming... I would like to go on record saying that gaming has enabled a release from my depression and I'd like to explain this...

I have since I was a mid-teen suffered varying degrees of depression. From a little down to full blown suicidal feelings as a teen I found that I was very much the type to force myself to be isolated. I struggled like many teens to "fit in" and find my own identity.

I didn't begin online gaming until I was in my twenties, which I would expect by today's standards to be pretty old eh! I role played on table top, I've played games on consoles and still do. I love the idea of escaping with my happiness being button pressing and aesthetically pleasing graphics.

I've got an outlet that's made me some very valuable friends, I've made friends all over the world with gaming. I have learnt phrases in other languages, I have gained the confidence to lead a guild and I have learnt to be more open minded with how I deal with people online. It's helped me offline too, I am proud to be a geek.

Logging in and chatting to people who have the same interest as me, listening to their life stories and chatting on things like Mumble or Vent all help me. When I am down there's someone willing to joke with me, vice versa to them. We're a community and we don't need to be near one another to achieve it. I have found something I enjoy, something that makes me more of a person for it and I do not feel it's gaming that drags me down, in fact it pulls me up.

Malliuss

Archard

Jenesis...

and many more names ><