Mar 27th 2012 10:04PM Blizz's devs are spending time on stuff you like i'm sure, but you shouldn't expect them to only spend time on things you may enjoy. You have to understand you're not Blizz's only customer type. The type of players in WoW run the gamut of player types and desires.
Mar 12th 2012 7:56AM I'm sure people understand that Pandarens are not pandas as well. Your expectations while yours should not be placed upon what type of models to expect.
Feb 24th 2012 9:23AM t's the players who have now decided LFR is their personal demesne and that they should be in charge of how loot is distributed and people need to meet their expectations that are the problem. These players need to stay out of LFR, because they are the BIGGEST problem, since they seem to be the first people who will roll need on something to just spite another player, who will post meters and claim they mean X, when we all know you need to actually break things down to understand what the meters numbers really mean. It's these wannabe elites who are on some "moral" crusade to bring their religion to the masses, the religion of RECOUNT! ;)
Feb 24th 2012 9:20AM I don't want anyone judging me or anyone else in my LFR. Making a decision about loot that suits their standards and what they THINK merits reward.
I want to work within the system where highest roll wins. I don't look at who won, spec or dps or heals or anything. I say "grats" after loot is distributed and move on or say nothing at all and move on.
I didn't win, it wasn't meant to be. I don't want Billy Joe BoB the Paladin deciding I deserve something more than someone else. He didn't put the raid together. It's not his position to decide who gets or doesn't get loot.
Jan 12th 2012 5:08PM With all the selfishness you see in and out of WoW today, with all the lack of compassion and unwillingness to help someone if it means making any part of your life harder, it's stories like this that help us know that not only in the WoW community but in the world around us there are still people who will go above and beyond just helping, for people they have only met through various forms of electronic medium.
I hope Ben and Chamber of Aspects continue to do well in their raiding and more importantly in their friendships.
Jan 12th 2012 12:58AM It could be the Titans can travel forward in time, but it could be they are blind to some futures as well. Since we don't know how time travel would work for them it's quite possible that they are limited in by their own lack of a spark of imagination that is chaotic in nature.
Dec 24th 2011 12:49PM No Retreat
I may not win, but you will only win over my battered and bruised corpse. Every time you turn around you will find me chasing you, find me grabbing the flag even down 2-0 with 10 minutes to go, you'll find me doing everything in my power to make sure you understand that while you may have won there was at least one person on the opposing team who never quit on his team.
Nov 26th 2011 5:35PM @GabeTorres92 I can't disagree more if what the Blizzard devs have said is true. They want utility added to the various talents, not talents that increase your effectiveness in your primary role so much. It would make sense that the talents offer utility versus effectiveness as they read.
Nov 26th 2011 2:48PM I didn't write what's below, but I find it to be satisfying.
"I am the Warrior.
When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King's court, or the etiquette of the formal ball.
I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.
I am the Warrior.
I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.
I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.
I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.
I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.
I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.
I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up..."Where, oh where, is the Warrior?"
Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.
Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.
And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.
I am the Warrior.
Death is my business.
Be it yours...or mine."
" As the copper that is traded throughout Azeroth, so is our blood on the battlefield, with only the promise of enduring over time in endless battles, I shall seek a quick end to my demise, though fortitude and will guide me, it is the rage of battle which fuels me.
Knowing I move in by morning and leave at night, I am humbled each day, by each sunrise and sunset.
It is only fear that I fear, with the blood of my ancestors I press on in there footsteps. I seek the worst Azeroth has to offer, knowing my weapon only will be remembered for who's blood it bears, it offers a legacy to those to follow in our path.
If we should meet on an open battlefield, I should be slain with haste, for it is the blood of battle that makes me stronger, and the cries of fallen warriors that enrages me, should a swift death be granted, you have spared your life and made those to come after me stronger.
As the fires spread and the battles rage across Azeroth, you will find me, not dead, but alive and full of fury, like a whirlwind I will reap the battlefields and stain them red, for it is all I know, and I should think that someday there will be no more wars, because someday the chaos should be subdued by those brave enough to sense the urgency, and yeild to the call.
My armor is not shiny or polished and my weapons are not cleaned, I should kneel before kings and nobles, for it is not my matter to mingle in the politics of such affairs or speak with great words. My honor, my courage serve me well and are cast before my companions to protect those who can entertain such grandeur.
I am rarely fortunate enough to escape my foes, and it is this that has made me master my weapons and raise them in defiance.
If I should see death and know it is mine, I shall intercept it, I will demoralize it in defiance before I go, I will shred its tendons and slow its progress as it seeks out my faction, and if time permits I should disarm death so that it may overtake itself.
Should our weapons cross, and our wills collide, may the better warrior win. /salute "