May 19th 2010 9:28PM Every screenshot is now Blasted Lands. Doesn't matter if it appears to be a screenshot of Stormwind. It's Blasted Lands.
May 19th 2010 9:24PM I'm a hunter, not a priest, but the intro pic caught my eye, so I had to stop in and say that I LOL'd.
Has any Shadow Priest really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?
May 19th 2010 2:19PM Yeah, I coulda swore Blizzard said our T10 would be good enough to get us through the first Cataclysm raids.
May 18th 2010 3:18AM It's not Blasted Lands. Blizzard confirmed that it's Gilneas.
May 17th 2010 5:51PM @Ikarus
Yeah, I love the people that spam damage meters in lowbie dungeons. Because everyone has to know how leet your dps was in Wailing Caverns. *eyeroll*
May 17th 2010 5:48PM Similarly, if you won't switch targets to any adds that need to be downed during a boss fight because "I gotta keep my numbers up" and the group ends up wiping because not enough dpsers are attacking the adds, then you are a d-bag with man parts so small, even gnomes laugh at you.
May 16th 2010 4:59PM Blizzard can't please everybody. Since the majority of the player base raids, of course the new stuff is going to be raid content. They're not going to stop making raids just to keep the minority happy.
May 16th 2010 12:03AM Setbacks...I supposed you could call accidentally teleporting yourself to another continent a "setback." I suppose that's what I get for attempting complex magic before I've been properly trained. The look on the Tauren's faces when I suddenly appeared in Bloodhoof Village made up for it. it was less humorous a few seconds later when they tried to kill me.
To the Tauren, the Undead are an abomination and, even for people who are supposed to bear no ill will toward anyone, they barely tolerate us. Fortunately, the Bloofhoof Tauren speak Orcish, and I was able to communicate that I meant no harm, that I was only there as a result of a magical mishap. They told me I needed to leave. Being unfamiliar with Kalimdor, I wasn't sure how to go about doing this, especially since it was growing dark. Now, Forsaken can see in the dark just fine, but I wasn't about to go wandering in a strange land not knowing what was out there. It has been my experience that the worst of dangers come out at night.
The Bloodhoofs had a lengthy discussion in their native tongue. Then the biggest one, who I presume was the chieftain, informed me, in a very reluctant tone, that I was permitted to stay the night under the condition that I refrain from performing any of my magic. The Tauren, you see, distrust mages almost as much as they distrust Forsaken. So, I was relegated to a hut at the far end of the village. Since Forsaken do not sleep, I studied my spellbook to pass the time. Sometime during the night, I was visited by a young apprentice shaman named Ponoka. She said she bore no ill feelings toward me. Her older sister had been killed and subsequently risen ad a death knight, so she has sympathy for the Undead. She offered to help me find my way back to the Undercity, and I accepted.
The Tauren were not pleased to see one of their maidens accompany an unliving stranger, but one of their elders had a vision that said this journey was to happen, so they let her go. They were, however glad to see me go. They kept referring to me by some name in their language that is unpronounceable to me, but I am told it translates to "Face-bone". Somehow, I do not see this as a very complimentary nickname.
Now, here I am, in a skin tent somewhere in a region called The Barrens. Ponoka sleeps in her own tent, while I study my spells and keep watch for vicious beasts. Tomorrow, we should arrive at an encampment called the Crossroads, and from there, she said, we can take a road to Orgrimmar.
I hear a noise in the bushes. Perhaps it's time to try out this new fireball spell...