Inspired by Anna over at Too Many Annas, I’ve decided to start up a second blog dedicated solely to my addiction to World of Warcraft. So head on over and check out Achtung Panzercow, currently under construction.
…at 1 o’clock in the morning, looking at my brand-new copy of Wrath of the Lich King, shiny little DVD poking out of its paper sleeve, account properly upgraded, patches pre-downloaded and ready to go.
Meanwhile, my computer is downloading the 1.9 GB content of the Lich King expansion from Blizzard, which even on a good cable connection like mine, will probably take another hour.
Because my freaking DVD-RW drive door won’t eject so I can’t put the DVD in.
WELCOME TO MY WORLD.
PS: The download just stopped at 432 MB out of 1.9 GB. Go me.
…oh, never mind, that was last expansion.
Yep, tonight, about 11:30, I will brave the predicted yucky cold rain here in Nifongville and head over to the mall to hang out with the other losers awaiting the midnight release of World of Warcraft: Wrath of the Lich King.
The sad part is, I won’t even be able to play it tomorrow. I have to work like a good little family provider. I’ll get it installed in the morning before I leave and then sit at work all day wondering whether most of my WoWfriends will be level 71 when I get home. That’s assuming Arthas doesn’t one-shot the servers into a pile of ichor, the way they’ve been the past two days.
Northrend, here I come.
PS: Gharr, go the hell to sleep.
Following up on my little World of Warcraft hacking incident over the weekend…
I called Blizzard not long after they opened at about 11:00 Eastern yesterday, and after waiting on hold for 20 minutes, I got a customer service rep who just could not have been nicer or more professional. I told her my tale of woe, gave her the account information, and she immediately changed my account email address to the right one, mailed me a temp password, unlocked the account, and sent me some extra security information as well. Top-notch service on the phone.
So as soon as I got home, I logged in, and I found that the situation was simultaneously better and worse than I thought it’d be.
I got up a little early this morning, while Wife Unit was peacefully snoozing away at about 7, and tried to log onto World of Warcraft.
“The information you have provided is not valid.”
Hmm. Retype the username and password, aaannnnd.
“The information you have provided is not valid.”
Ruh roh, Raggy.
(Now with updates below the cut!)
In the fine tradition of my good friend Itanya Blade, let me present a one-item “list” of World of Warcraft Things That Annoy the Moose.
Questing on Quel’danas flagged.
Look. If you’ve got the balls and the roleplaying understanding to wander around on an RP server permaflagged, go for it. You’re a gutsier person than I am. Me, I can’t do it. I turn my flag on when I want to PvP, which is fairly rare, and then I turn it back off and go on about my business with my happy carebear-blue name over my head. I started WoW on a PvP server three and a half years ago. I’m not going back. No thanks. I don’t know very many people who do it, but those that do (at least on Feathermoon) tend to be outstanding roleplayers in addition to being pretty good at PvP.
But I know most of you chuckleheads running around flagged on the Isle of Dailies only think “RP” are the two letters around “Q”. You’re running around flagged trying to trick people into blueflagging you so they can get pwned. I’ve seen it too many times. And yesterday I finally had it happen to me on my failhunter Illithanis. I rode up into the inn to get the bloodberry quest (sweet zombie Uthas, lady, you don’t have enough of the damn things yet?) and right as I right-clicked on the questgiver, a flagged Alliance cut in front of me and caused me to right-click her instead. At which point, of course, the guards jacked the shit out of me because I attacked her.
I groused about it for a minute, toggled /pvp twice to make sure I had a 5-minute timer on my flag, then decided to play the odds and went out to the demon-infested area while waiting for the flag to drop. Sure enough, while I was plinking away at a demon, a feral druid jumped me from behind and used me for a chew toy. (As an aside: Dude, we’re surrounded by agents of the fucking Burning Legion and you decide to nomnom on an undergeared blood elf hunter instead? Priorities, nelfboy. Priorities.)
Later on, after my flag dropped and I was on my merry way, I had another odd incident. A flagged human priest kept pulling Wretched and then standing right by my hunter’s pet. Illy has a windserpent, which has no AOE attack fortunately. But it damn sure looked like the priest was trying to have me accidentally target her instead of the Wretched that were beating on her shielded arse. Or maybe she just wanted me to kill them and do her work for her.
After a highly successful Karazhan raid in WoW last night, Wife Unit and I got to bed pretty late, around 1:00.
We were awakened at the stroke of 5:00 by two things–Fat Cat trying to lie down on my skull to crush it, again, and Nublet having her first genuine night terror.
Between the two of those, I never could get back to sleep. So I ended up grinding out Quel’danas dailies and some Netherstorm stuff on my druid Amakawa, and shifting money around to get him on the way to his epic flight form.
All this is to say, if I post something today and it makes even less sense than usual? It’s sleep deprivation, baby. The cheapest buzz there is.
Oh, and I get to tank a Tempest Keep run tonight. GO GO GADGET CAFFEINE.