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Zombies, Oh my

Just a bit over a year ago, there was an event in the World of Warcraft commonly referred to the Zombiepocalypse.  The most illustrious Panzercow made a post that even made WoW.com.  Reading all that made me remember this small bit of RP.  It was only supposed to be the RP that shifted ownership of the Prophecy of Light from Lamis to Keltyr.  I don’t think any of us understood just what we were getting into.  Honestly, I can’t remember if Keltyr and I even had a real plan of where we were going to go with the PoL on that day.  But damn, it has been a cool ride.

They crouched, breathlessly behind the crates. The evening had been spent destroying anything that attempted to approach the boats that were leaving booty bay. They were the only defenders left for the moment. The fools that had been attempting to cleanse the port had finally fled. Despite their ridiculous calls to purge the infected, they had been forced to retreat. And one of them had the outright nerve to call her a coward.

They had not barricaded themselves before the dock out of any desire to save the wretched town. Booty Bay was a worthless piece of real estate and Dorri’tow could not understand why Lamis had decided to come all the way out there on her latest drinking binge. Lamis’ descent into debasement had interrupted an otherwise pleasant evening with Keltyr.

Angry, they had come to Booty Bay to find it in a mild state of panic. The danger had not quite escalated to the full disaster they would soon see. Instead of any real danger, they had only heard Lamis’ drunken ranting through the goblin stone. There had been confusion at the dock, shouting and bedlam. Dorri and Keltyr had pushed their way through the crowd, ignoring the random cries for cleansings and calls for burnings. Some dead man had the gall to call her a coward, but she had no time to waste on him.

Together, they walked side by side, unconcerned with the strained voices that swirled around them. It was all below them. Let the goblins worry about the goblins and the other rabble. Lamis was their concern and nothing else.

They had found the guildmistress deep in her cups, drinking deeply of goblin swill. Words were exchanged but, in her exhaustion, Dorri could no longer remember the exact words. It had been something about feeling ill. The change was sudden and dramatic. Their guildmistress had turned from annoying and feeble woman into a ghoul. She had blinked and from the corners of the inn, goblins had descended to slay her. Lamis fought with a strength and determination that had never shown itself when she had been alive.

The goblins slew her easily, but they had been beaten. While the little green idiots had been congratulating themselves, She and Keltyr had drawn their weapons and slaughtered them. Together, they fought their way back to the dock and took up position. They vowed that nothing would leave at least not by boat. For a while the fury of what had happened sustained them. They were driven by memories of Silvermoon ravaged by the scourge.  They would not allow that to happen again.

Even fury cannot carry you forever. Others had come past them into Booty Bay, as ignorant as they had been. No doubt, some had escaped already infected. It was just the two of them, alone. Dorri’tow forced herself back to her feet.

It would have to be enough.

I love movies, but over the past few years I have avoided them. With the issues with my back, the lack of exercise and all those cascading problems, going to the movies is an uncomfortable proposition. I’d like to change that. I’d like to change that so that I can actually have the complete go of anticipating a movie.

Something like Avatar.

Yes, yes. I like James Cameron. I even liked Titanic, as sappy as it was. I didn’t cry, but I did enjoy it. And a movie with awesome blue looking aliens? Yeah, I can’t wait.

Hello Pumpkin

I finally got my squashling

Thanks to everyone who put up with my general holiday hate… Please don’t ask me to go to kill the Headless Horseman again, please… just don’t.

Exerpt from “Believe” by The Bravery

 

I am hiding from some beast,
But the beast was always here.
Watching without eyes,
Because the beast is just my fear
That I am just nothing.
Now its just what I’ve become
What am I waiting for?
Its already done.

So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breathe
And I need something more
To keep on breathing for
So give me something to believe.

 

My former 10 man got to see Algalon tonight.  I remain torn about the raid in general.  I know I had said that I would make myself absent on Sundays, but I’m kinda weak and being sick I didn’t want to deal with trying to the frustrations of being Aside and completely out of the conversations, so I stayed on my DK, stayed off vent and made sure to take care of myself.

And I watched the achivements pour in for them.  They’ve worked really hard and they deserve it but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel a selfish tinge of frustration.  And then the last verse of Believe played and I realize that this is part of what is bothering me about the whole thing, as stupid as it sounds.

Weekend Update

1) We killed Yoggy! go us.

2) Sunday sucked, don’t ask.

So yes, it’s raining windy and a bit chilly.

All is well in the world.

I have Hamthrax

The interwebs carry it!

I hate mondays

I need to become independently wealthy so that I can not have to get up before dawn.

Of the Nightfall

Woot!

 

 

Except that dirty Thede has my dragon

Normally, I love to debate. It is a great mental exercise. It makes you think or it should. You evaluate your position and try to lay it out logically. And most of the time, it doesn’t bother me when people don’t agree.

But hey, right now, I am in a perpetual state of tired. I know that being tired makes me oversensitive and grouchy. I have the feeling that I am just not presenting my case in anything well enough to even get an acknowledgement that my ideas have merit. Which frustrates me. Frustrated Pill tends to be a pretty nasty person. I don’t like her very much. She does incredibly stupid things.

I might have mentioned that I love to raid. Love to help organize and put things together, to be part of a team. I love that feeling of accomplishment. I’ve been lucky to have my choice of ten mans, and was able to find a way to do things with both groups of friends I enjoy most in WoW.

But, I have to admit that I am rarely enjoying raiding. I feel off. My tanking seems wrong. My DPS is off. I feel like I spend more than ½ my time in game working on recruitment (I hate this, btw. I hate having to stop dead in an instance to deal with raid stuff and I do this a whole hell of a lot.). Plus, I feel like if I do something with one group of friends, I get left out of other things I want to do. If I go with my Tuesday raid, I miss out on vault (and good luck getting a 25 man together, or finding a decent pug). I know how stupid it is to try and make people happy. I never knew it would be so hard to make myself happy. All this is only exacerbated by the tiredness.

And RP, the stuff that makes the game worth playing.

I am too tired to write coherently. I am tired enough that every little thing is an irritation. There is a part of me that wants to finally just spill some vitriol at certain people, even though I know that at least half of why I feel so upset is because I am tired. I don’t want to write anything for any contests because I feel like I am destined to lose. I feel horribly guilty about logging off even when I am tired.

And I hate being Debbie Downer. Even when I know it’s just the exhaustion talking.

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