The Hunt for the Elusive Time-Lost Proto-Drake: A Reflection
This camp sucked. There is no doubt about it. If the number of azure dragonhats I have in my banks is an accurate count, which I think it is, I killed Vyragosa 27 times. 25 of which were found in the past three months. It started off as one or two a week, and as time wore on the kills got closer. I stayed up later and killed her in the wee hours of the morning as she either spawned on me or flew into view. I've had kills reported to me, and the count overall reached the 30-35 range.
At about the two-month mark, I became obsessed. This is never a good state of mind, and it was extremely detrimental to my health. I couldn't sleep without getting a kill. More than once, I trudged through the day on absolutely zero sleep and stayed up until 5am the next morning as I camped. Anyone can tell you that this is a bad thing to do. The past month has been plagued with headaches, pain and general weariness. My brain would not allow my body to rest; the slightest noise form the computer woke me up. My camp spot was near an herb, so gatherrs would wake me up frequently with the sound of their mounts. I had to turn on music overnight to stop it, because I'd be sleeping with constant sound from the computer instead. The alternative, of course, was to simply turn off the laptop, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I could miss a spawn. When I did get a kill at a reasonable hour, I'd turn it off and rest reasonably well. It's just too bad I didn't get to do that often.
Just my luck that I have the kinds of friends I have. Some of them were willing to camp with me or help kill stuff to make things spawn. For that I'm grateful. What pissed me off, however, was when people decided to fuck with my head. One guy started whispering me asking "Hey wanna see my new mount?" and insinuating that it was the one I was hunting. I stopped talking to him over this. How dare you, Colour. How could you be so cruel to me, knowing how long I'd spent? And then another friend who was fond of flying up on a dragon and making it roar in my face. When I was at the computer, then ha, I'd find it amusing. On monday, I had the laptop on the dinner table with the sound on max while I was preparing dinner. He did that and it startled me so much I nearly sliced my hand open. Thanks. Yeah, he apologized many times for it, and I forgive him for that. But still, the potential for incredible pain and bleeding. :|
It's been about two days since I scored this mount. I came down from the high this morning. I'm still glad I got it, it snapped me out of my obsessive state and let me get on with my life. I fly it everywhere and I look forward to using it as my primary flying mount in Cataclysm. I don't regret camping this thing, I just know I should've done it differently. I should never have let it get so far out of hand. The mount is just pixels and imaginary prestige on a video game. It's not worth destroying my health.
At about the two-month mark, I became obsessed. This is never a good state of mind, and it was extremely detrimental to my health. I couldn't sleep without getting a kill. More than once, I trudged through the day on absolutely zero sleep and stayed up until 5am the next morning as I camped. Anyone can tell you that this is a bad thing to do. The past month has been plagued with headaches, pain and general weariness. My brain would not allow my body to rest; the slightest noise form the computer woke me up. My camp spot was near an herb, so gatherrs would wake me up frequently with the sound of their mounts. I had to turn on music overnight to stop it, because I'd be sleeping with constant sound from the computer instead. The alternative, of course, was to simply turn off the laptop, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I could miss a spawn. When I did get a kill at a reasonable hour, I'd turn it off and rest reasonably well. It's just too bad I didn't get to do that often.
Just my luck that I have the kinds of friends I have. Some of them were willing to camp with me or help kill stuff to make things spawn. For that I'm grateful. What pissed me off, however, was when people decided to fuck with my head. One guy started whispering me asking "Hey wanna see my new mount?" and insinuating that it was the one I was hunting. I stopped talking to him over this. How dare you, Colour. How could you be so cruel to me, knowing how long I'd spent? And then another friend who was fond of flying up on a dragon and making it roar in my face. When I was at the computer, then ha, I'd find it amusing. On monday, I had the laptop on the dinner table with the sound on max while I was preparing dinner. He did that and it startled me so much I nearly sliced my hand open. Thanks. Yeah, he apologized many times for it, and I forgive him for that. But still, the potential for incredible pain and bleeding. :|
It's been about two days since I scored this mount. I came down from the high this morning. I'm still glad I got it, it snapped me out of my obsessive state and let me get on with my life. I fly it everywhere and I look forward to using it as my primary flying mount in Cataclysm. I don't regret camping this thing, I just know I should've done it differently. I should never have let it get so far out of hand. The mount is just pixels and imaginary prestige on a video game. It's not worth destroying my health.