My World of Warcraft subblog focusing primarily on learning how to dual-box effectively, but also prone to game-related tangents.
I was tagged the other day by in a meme that apparently has been running about the internet since 2010! (No idea how long it’s running in the WoW community, but now I’m sort of itching to find out…)
Much like the Sixth Meme it’s a tagging bonzana, but there are some extra rules this time.
1) Acknowledge the blog that nominated you and display the award badge
2) Answer the eleven questions given to you by the blogger who nominated you
3) Provide eleven miscellaneous facts about yourself
4) Nominate eleven blogs of relatively small readership that you think deserve to be better-known
5) Notify the bloggers that you’ve nominated them
6) Compile eleven questions for your nominees to answer
Step 1 is already done (Thanks Kamalia! :D) and her eleven questions are below (Step 2). Continue reading
Inkpaw – Meatsheild-in-Training!
I have a coworker who invited me over to his guild on another server, but alas I am cheap– so instead of a level 90 cat they’re got a level 1 bear-to-be.
Thankfully they have no problem with that and leveling’s been quick and tidy. Now that I’m up at 22, it’s time to trade in my DPS ways and learn some actual tanking.
Icy Veins guides are always a great place to start! So I hopped on over to Guardian Druid Tank Guide (WoW MoP 5.4)
Then I ambled over to The Inconspicuous Bear (since that was the expert listed in the guide) and settled down to read. …and read …and read.
Last, but not least, I hopped back over to the Big Bear Butt Blogger, because lo, I read that blog for fun anyways– might as well learn something too!
Was this overkill for a level 22 baby-bear with all of six buttons? Oh heck yes.
So what did I actually use for my very first dungeon run? Continue reading
NEED MOAR SLOTS!
My name is Martha *dramatic pause* and I’m a pixel hoarder.
I have now crammed poor Ashella’s bags and bank (and void storage) full to the brim with Soulbound items and it’s time to pull out the big guns– err, bags!
Which means I need Pattern: Royal Satchel.
Twelve days of Imperial silk seems a small price to pay to open up some wiggle room in my banks. Well, twelve days per bag… but it’s better than nothing.
Guess I’ll Go Eat Worms…
The good news is I have plenty of silk ready to go.
The bad news is The August Celestials think I’m a pretty nice kid, but they haven’t seen me around much and aren’t that impressed.
Per Wowjuju, it’ll take me a little over a month to get to Exalted via daily quests, which is a long, looooong way away. So there’s plenty of time to make the rest of the silk while I bribe the nice pandas into loving me.
(As a bonus I’ll also be able to pick up Formula: Enchant Bracer – Greater Agility when I hit Revered!)
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple — Jenny Joseph
Apologies to Jenny Joseph, but it’s been one of those, err– months? Years?
I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been running around re-learning How Not To Die. Which is appropriate, given the settings.
But I’m getting better at Not Dying, working out how to fit all the fun of Feral Feral’ing into fewer buttons (and more macros), and slowly… veeeeery slowly gearing up.
WoW seems to be subtly hinting that I need to play my alts.
Where ‘subtle’ means 75% of the build-a-
bearcat gear drops aren’t leather.
On the on hand, it is a good way to lure me into looking over all the alts I’ve left to twiddle their thumbs, but on the other– I just want to wear purple goldarnit! With so many people running around, I’ve had more luck finding chests than I have killing anything, so the grind is that much slower.
I still need the chest, boots, helm and belt– which means I’m only 50% done.
Now if I only had enough high levels alts to use all the cloth, mail, and plate by-products…. *mutters*
My New Addiction
So…. yes. I might not be spending quite as much time on the Timeless Isle as I should be, but finally all those years of Magic: the Gathering are paying off!
For values of ‘paying off’ that include ‘not getting my butt kicked too horribly.’
Hearthstone is actually a lot of fun and the fact that I don’t have to spend real money on it (although I did buy a booster-pack pair) is a big draw for me. I like the idea of playing to earn cards more, so I’m trying to limit myself to just finishing the daily quests.
I did the one free round of arena and promptly got my butt kicked. Darn you non-AI players! *waves fist as sky* Continue reading
I will call you, My Death!
Hello My Death, we meet again!
In my thus far fruitless quest to Not Die to the giant birds of DOOM has taken a new turn. I’m actually putting research into my rotation instead of just flailing about madly. (To be fair, I’ve done pretty well flailing up until this point.)
So, yes, time to think first and then
leap charge! Or pounce. Depending on my ability to remember to stealth. Continue reading
New Gear Kermit Dance!
I’ve been cautiously setting paw in the new Timeless Isle… but apparently not cautiously enough, because I’m dying. LOTS.
But amoungst the dying (and accidental clicking of Level 25 critters that I immediately surrender to) I have been collecting new gear!
And then dying some more… but I’m slowly but surely moving my keybinds around so my OhShit! buttons are easier to get to. I think I’m the only one out there blowing cooldowns to fight mobs, but what the heck– Bliz gave me the abilities, I may as well use them!
Which means I need to sit down and tweak my macros a bit. I’m still ending up in caster form due to mistimed ‘free’ heals and I need a way back to kitty-kill-it asap.
So in a bit there will be a post of ‘these are my macros, hopefully they’ll help someone else.’ Mind you, I’m probably the only person trying to play with a limited key range (yay treadmills!) but I figure if I can manage to get Feral down to a handful of keys and some mouse-buttons, I must be doing something right!
Fire Pretty, Tree Bad!
I embraced the fact I was never going to be an end-game raider a long long time ago. I don’t play often enough to stay abreast of the theorycrafting and required grinds, and that was fine by me.
What I didn’t expect was that I’d find myself permanently behind the curve on basic content.
Sure, I hit level 90, maxed out my garden, and kicked some cooking achievement tush, but I’ve only muddled about a bit with pet battles, dabbled in archeology, ran a tiny handful of the new dungeons, and a smidge more of the scenarios.
Once the new patch hits there will be content I never got around to that I can now never ‘catch-up’ on.
True, I lost a lot of opportunities when Cataclysm hit, and a few more with each patch and expansion since… but I always figured I’d work my way current again at some point. The list was just so large it was hard to pick something small enough to focus on.
Now– well, I’m working on a list of ‘all the things I need to do before they delete somethings else!’ and when you add in the time crunch it seems pretty much impossible. Which would be why I haven’t logged in for two weeks and am really not looking forward to today’s download.
So yay, new patch? *sighs and goes off to try and find the fun again*
Engineers don’t need pants!
One of my coworkers has been trying to rally the rest of us into playing Firefall– but I’ve never been that good at first person shooters and that was before I started playing on a treadmill.
But you can’t get better at things unless you push the envelope a bit and I figured it couldn’t hurt to try. (I have a lot of fond memories of playing Halflife at house-LAN parties and dying in new and interesting ways.)
So I settled in Saturday and played the first few hours on a barstool instead of walking… Which turned out to be a very very good idea. Continue reading
The Blizzard Email of Shame
Once upon a time there was a girl who walked through Azeroth…
And then she got lazy and stopped logging in.
Stopped running dailies.
Stopped working on keybinds. And rotations. And gear research. And blogging said research.
And lo… the fitness she had achieved via dual-boxing went right out the window and she did not make Level 5 in HealthMiles. And verily, she was sad. Continue reading