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August 28, 2006

Hail to the queen, she's the one who throws the tantrums

Okay, I admit it. I throw temper tantrums when it comes to WoW. Not the sweet mommy-ish kind of tantrums that June Cleaver would throw:

"Gosh, golly, that danged Moonkin killed me again. I am just so blasted mad, by gosh."

Oh, no! We are talking more along the lines of:

"Oh for the love of *bleep* that *bleep* just *bleep* *bleep* and then *bleep*!! I am so going to go kick some *bleep* and then take that Moonkin's *bleep* and *bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*!"

Temper.

But it is all in fun. Or so I tell my males. The husband gets it. The eldest son is forced to wear earphones and listen to team-speak or music. But every now and then I hear him snicker and know he heard something. Oh, sure, I make it sound like I am using ALL profanity. Quite the contrary. I am very, very creative in the things I say I going to do. But even when I am creative, I should probably bleep it out. Not one F-bomb and very few 4 letter words. (Only ones that can make it into PG movies and then rarely.) It is the force of the creative threats that is...disturbing. Yet, oh so fun!

Tonight, I come to you as a level 13. (Hail to the Queen!) I had to find some little lost soul gone to the dark side and kill her in order for her to return to her beloved so that she could rest peacefully. Poor thing. Until I got killed 5 times just trying to find her and get near her. After that, I figured she needed killin'. (That is justified defense in the South.) Sure, there was a sweet reunion with her beloved and all, but after the amount of time I spent hunting her down, I did not cry for her. Oh no, I wept for my damaged armor and the hours I spent hunting her down.

I know. I sound cold hearted, obsessed and overly into this.

Holy crap! Maybe I AM turning into a gamer after all!

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August 17, 2006

Take every quest...just not EVERY quest

When I hit a level 6 or so (I forgot which, so let's say 6 just to be clear that I was NEW to this) out of 60 levels, Clint went out of town. Sure, most husbands might leave town with a "I'll miss you" or "Good luck with the kids", mine left with, "Be sure to play WoW or you will get out of practice."

"What do you mean 'Play WoW'?! While you are gone? When you are not there to tell me what I am doing? What if...I mean I could...What?!"

Laughing, he told me to chill out and just play. And here is the key phrase that will haunt him (because I will make sure it haunts him!), "Just accept every quest and do them for the practice."

Sure. Got it. Accept every quest. Practice. No problem. Except he left out one very important detail.

If you come across a man hiding on the side of the road that LOOKS LIKE SATAN and tells you to keep this little quest just between the two of you and then tells you to go slaughter innocent woodland creatures, you probably SHOULD NOT take that particular quest.

But Noooooo! He failed to mention that I should not take a quest from Dr. Evil Make My Game Life Hell. So, even though it seemed odd, I accepted the quest and slaughtered innocent woodland creatures. (I am so sorry, Bambi's Mom!) Feeling proud that I finished a quest on my own, I traipsed back to my inn where I was told in no uncertain terms that I was a very bad little Night Elf and have lost honor and must redeem myself. ("You should know better than to defile the forest by killing Nature's creatures! You must redeem yourself in the eyes of the Council if you wish to remain a friend of Teldrassil.")

The hell?

Because I trusted this Satan man (I am talking about this guy in the game and not my husband, though I was calling him names as well.), I had to do all these other things all around the freaking MAP to regain honor among my people. (Which of course I was killed multiple times trying to do these things to regain my honor!)

Can't sleep now! Must. Regain. Honor. Halfway through the first quest I notice movement behind me. My daughter had snuck out of bed and come to watch me play. Uh-oh! What had I said out loud when I realized I had been led astray and lost honor?

"Baby, you should be in bed. How long have you been there? Did Mommy say any bad words or words you don't know while you were listening?" (Seriously, I was ticked. I needed to know what I said that she might have heard while I was gaming.)

"No, Mommy. You said "son of a..." and "motherf", but nothing bad at all. You did not say stupid or shut up or anything bad."

Ooops. "Yes, you're right. I was good. Now go to bed, sweetie, Mommy has some quests to regain her honor because your father told me to trust a bad, bad man in the game and Mommy is mad!"

I guess I finished around 3:30am. Yes, 3:30 AM! I am just so proud that I did not call Clint and wake him up yelling. I mean, if I was awake and up because of this, he should be up. (I will admit I was halfway through dialing his number before I stopped myself.)

I did not play again until he got home. And when I relayed the story to him, did he feel badly? Did he apologize? NO! He laughed and said, "Oh, yeah, him. Don't do that one."

REALLY? Thanks, dear!

tags: gaming, parenting, world of warcraft

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