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September 25, 2006

He may have killed for me to level, but I gave birth!

Sometimes there are quests that should be a piece of cake, but for some reason, they kick my butt time and again. I was having just one of those nights. (As my son sat beside me with his guild members trying to kill Nefarian while also trying to hide his laughter over my level 18 (and a half) attempts to just get through this minor quest.) It was about that time that Clint walked in and asked what I getting so mad about.

He got the glare of death to not tease me. And thus the rant began.

"First the quest is stupid. And I have died like way too many times to count. And see this? Little Miss Crabby Ass Anti-Social even joined a party to get through this quest, but no...I am the highest level here we all know that means nothing in this case. So, yes, I am not pleased but damn if I am going to stop playing now. Ohhhh, victory and level 19 will be mine. I'm just saying."

"Ask them if they want a level 60 hunter to come aid them." (I almost broke in the a chorus of Here I come to save the daayyyyyyyy!

Want to know what they party said? Do you? They said, "No thanks. We have a level 33 on his way to come help."

And in rushes Level 33 to save the day. (TWO still died AND they left me behind.) No big deal. I get that. BUT, I am not joking when I say I am Little Miss Crabby Ass Anti-Social when I play.

It isn't that I want to be mean or not talk, but here is where my "rules" issues come in. (a) Do you talk to anyone? Do you thank them for doing something to help you? Can you ask questions of anyone? (b) HOW do you do that? By the time I figure out the whisper or party talk or guild chat, the moment is so over. I don't do good with SO OVER moments. It is like a comedian with no improv abilties. Not so funny. Me? Not so social (or you can call me game ignorant. But I am learning!)

So they left me behind and I rushed in to help/be a good party memeber/kill things when I realized no one had my back.

In races my man on his loyal steed...

...Okay, it was an epic mount and all but when you are level 18 (and a half!) and you see a level 60 hunter coming riding over the hill to save your ass, it is Prince Charming for certain. I asked my party 'leader' twice to invite him, but the 'leader' never responded. I had no choice.

I left that party and joined with my Man. Let's just say a level 60 hunter coming to help on a level 18 quest is a no brainer. So, as the other party watched, we (and when I say we, I mean he) killed things and I got to loot loot loot without sharing. Mwhahaha. However, there was one member of the party that was nice and tried to help, so we helped him out and went on with our business.

One shot in, I leveled. Baaa buu bummmmmm!

I am not one to be quiet about a level. (Each level may be my last with this game and my infrequent non-gaming self.) So there I sit celebrating.

"I leveled I leveled Who's da man? I'm da man. I leveled I own them I leveled...."

On and on until my son looked at me and threw down: "He killed something and are taking the credit for leveling something? Not that big a deal."

Oh no he didn't. Now, it would have to be time for the LABOR guilt trip to be followed by the "but I forgive you" speech.

"Oh, is that how it works? I went through 9 months of pregnancy. I went through 36 hours of labor. I got the stretch marks and big butt. I am the one who will never fit into my skinny jeans again. But HE got to say that he had a son. So, yes, he shot one arrow and I get to say I leveled. In the big scheme of things, that technically falls under the Big Whoop category. Wouldn't you say?"

My son looked at my husband. My husband shrugged.

"Does she always do that?" asked my son.

My husband just looked at him resigned to it. "Only if she can bring in the 36 hours of labor she had with you."

The moral of the story?

I leveled and am now a level 19, thankyouverymuch.

Posted by Jenn @ 03:44 PM • Comments (562) • TrackBack (0)

July 20, 2006

With comments like these...

Some people who stumble upon my original post don't really get the concept of "satire" therefore they find themselves leaving comments that, frankly, have me in stitches laughing! So, in a rage, they decide to descend upon the blog in a sad attempt to flame. Here is an example of a llamer gamer who decided to post under the name Bif and came from a forum that, well, wanted to spread the hate so they don't really want a link

People! With material like this, they are writing this blog for me! Feel free to find Bif and say howdy!

Dear madam,

Don't buy this game for your child. Do not pay for their subscription. Grow some "balls" and tell them "no". Try being a PARENT for once in your misbegotten life and take control of the brat. A child isn't a fashion accessory like a Lexus or Prada shoes, it's a human being. Plunking a child in front of a computer or television and expecting it to raise the child for you is irresponsible. Take some responsibility for them and be a part of their life! It's bad enough I have to sacrifice everything I enjoy because you lazy "parents" can't bother to be what you claim you are, now I have to give up my games because you can't be bothered to control your spawn? Don't think so. Tough luck honey, you squirted the mini human out, YOU take care of it!

But really, not to be outdone in eloquence, his friend Oxi who offered the fine literary commentary of:

Dear Jenn,

You are a tool.

Be impressed, people Be impressed.

Posted by Jenn @ 05:14 PM • Comments (139) • TrackBack (0)