What I should have been doing, I do not know
So instead of writing the 12 page travel essay that's due tomorrow, I play WoW for like 4 hours. It was a bit of a trip.
Those of you who don't play the game might not understand what i'm about to say, but my caustic sense of irony might just pull you through.
So a "guildmate" invites me to an instance, specifically the Dead Mines, or whatever the hell they're called, despite being told several times that I have no fucking clue what i'm doing. I didn't even know how to get into the deadmines, let alone what to do inside.
So I go and I follow them despite the fact that Hat happens to be playing his Alt, and we were right next to each other, but the group was full.
Anyway, we go down into the deadmines and I'm having a ball. I just love killing shit. I'm all leeRoy Jenkins about it. I'm making jokes and having a good time (at least trying to), and these assholes get on my case like I'm fucking with their job.
Bear in mind, I TOLD THEM I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING.
I'm just playing the way I always play, which is headlong attack and damn the torpedoes (is there an "e" in that?), and they're yelling at me, telling me I'm fucking up, but they've never told me THE RIGHT THE TO DO.
This ain't the Twins or anybody I actually know, I think, just people from the guild. I'll finish this later. For now, I've got to go drink my brains out for Kyle's farewell party. Cheers!
Those of you who don't play the game might not understand what i'm about to say, but my caustic sense of irony might just pull you through.
So a "guildmate" invites me to an instance, specifically the Dead Mines, or whatever the hell they're called, despite being told several times that I have no fucking clue what i'm doing. I didn't even know how to get into the deadmines, let alone what to do inside.
So I go and I follow them despite the fact that Hat happens to be playing his Alt, and we were right next to each other, but the group was full.
Anyway, we go down into the deadmines and I'm having a ball. I just love killing shit. I'm all leeRoy Jenkins about it. I'm making jokes and having a good time (at least trying to), and these assholes get on my case like I'm fucking with their job.
Bear in mind, I TOLD THEM I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING.
I'm just playing the way I always play, which is headlong attack and damn the torpedoes (is there an "e" in that?), and they're yelling at me, telling me I'm fucking up, but they've never told me THE RIGHT THE TO DO.
This ain't the Twins or anybody I actually know, I think, just people from the guild. I'll finish this later. For now, I've got to go drink my brains out for Kyle's farewell party. Cheers!