Ew.
Ugh. I think I subconsciously knew what lay in store for me at level cap, which is why I never bothered getting there in any previous expansion. The ragers I can deal with. I've endured ragey, WoW-is-serious-business types from levels 15 to 90. I don't even register them anymore. What I didn't expect were the abundance of slimeballs.
I love this robe. I've admired it for a while now. I was happy to finally get my hands on it when I hit 90. It looks awesome on my priest and the stats are nice. This pleases me.
So I go to do some scenarios, and what do I get? A long string of guys crawling all over me because ZOMG BOOOOOOBIES. Pixelboob gets them so hot and bothered that they have to e-hump my leg through the whole run. Lots of unsolicited /flirt emotes, /winks, and a couple creepy /licks, including one who went so far as to type out an emote involving him licking my breasts. I dropped group, reported him, clawed my eyes out, replaced them with another pair, and resumed play.
Then there were the ones who gave me their battletags, expecting me to add them back. Ha. There were the ones who asked if they could friend me. I replied that only works if both parties want to be friends. The few that asked for various personal details (name, address, phone number, pictures) were blocked without a word, as was the one who just asked "got big tits?". On and on and on. Jesus fuck, it's like all the creepers piled up here at end-game.
I've decided that I have no choice but to transmog my lovely robe into the less-lovely-but-more-concealing Nayeli Robe. I don't want to, but I won't get any peace otherwise.
Fucking horndogs. You'd think some of them had never seen or touched a real breast in their lives.
I love this robe. I've admired it for a while now. I was happy to finally get my hands on it when I hit 90. It looks awesome on my priest and the stats are nice. This pleases me.
So I go to do some scenarios, and what do I get? A long string of guys crawling all over me because ZOMG BOOOOOOBIES. Pixelboob gets them so hot and bothered that they have to e-hump my leg through the whole run. Lots of unsolicited /flirt emotes, /winks, and a couple creepy /licks, including one who went so far as to type out an emote involving him licking my breasts. I dropped group, reported him, clawed my eyes out, replaced them with another pair, and resumed play.
Then there were the ones who gave me their battletags, expecting me to add them back. Ha. There were the ones who asked if they could friend me. I replied that only works if both parties want to be friends. The few that asked for various personal details (name, address, phone number, pictures) were blocked without a word, as was the one who just asked "got big tits?". On and on and on. Jesus fuck, it's like all the creepers piled up here at end-game.
I've decided that I have no choice but to transmog my lovely robe into the less-lovely-but-more-concealing Nayeli Robe. I don't want to, but I won't get any peace otherwise.
Fucking horndogs. You'd think some of them had never seen or touched a real breast in their lives.