Jul 8th 2010 3:17PM I've always thought the game needed popcorn, with it's own little animation for eating instead of the generic loaf of bread we bang against our heads as we eat. Maybe one of those little red and white striped bags you get it in at carnivals.
Every time something entertaining goes on (very interesting duel, nice RP scene, etc.), I just think it would be a nice finishing touch for the people watching to be able to munch on some popcorn, as if they were watching a movie.
It might sound sort of strange, but it would be nice to have it.
Jun 19th 2010 3:36PM I've healed (whether forced or by choice) without mods since vanilla, and I've never had any problems. For me, it's all about patterns and reactions. Once I understand what the boss is going to be doing when, and which sudden movement means what, I can heal with the best of them. I have tried using mods, but they hindered me more than they helped.
I have a short attention span. If I see numbers, and meters, and notices all over the place, I'm going to read them. That takes my attention away from the real meters I need to be watching: the health bars.
Also, having all those flashing icons, meters, numbers, charts, and various rectangles covering my screen in addition to the already present flashing lights due to spell casting is pretty intimidating. Call me a wuss if you want, but I am scared and confused by all that stuff going on, to the point where I'll freeze and not know what button to push. When raid day comes around, I need to be healing, not hiding under my desk from a barrage of lasers. The simple, uncomplicated UI that Blizzard gave us works perfectly for me.
In addition to that, there's the problem of eyestrain. After raiding for a few hours, my eyes are always sore. I don't need the extra pain that more flashy doodads are going to cause me. When I tried the mods, I had to quit before we finished because even with the brightness on my computer turned down, it just hurt too much.
I'm not saying that mods are horrible things. Obviously, they help a lot of people do what they like to do for fun. I just do better without them.
Jun 5th 2010 1:20PM I keep the notes of the gear I want, where it drops, and how many emblems it costs in my daily journal. You know, the one that also says how mad I am at my parents, how badly my kitten mauled my arm last night, and which tanks I refuse to heal because they called me dirty names. If something's important (raids and such), I scribble it on a post it note and hope my cat doesn't eat it.
Now that I think of it, though, I probably should just get a notebook dedicated to WoW things.
Feb 4th 2010 4:13PM My biggest problem with the new LFG system is whatever arcane calculation it does to decide that I can't run random low level dungeons with friends.
For a while, a good friend and I were at the same level, I think it was from 20-30 something. We both had a lot of free time, so we wanted to run some random dungeons together. The system refused queue us. No matter what we did from lvl 20-ish onward, we could not list the pair of us for a random dungeon. We've tried this from that point up until now (my alt is now 46, I think) at several levels, with several different groups of our alts, but nothing worked.
Eventually we were forced to give up and throw ourselves into the random queue on our own, but it's a lot less fun and a lot more of a pain than we wanted.
Feb 4th 2010 3:57PM Very harsh, especially considering the number of idiots that crop up in the dungeon finder. If I'm running some heroics with friends and we're having bad luck getting paired with competent people, we either have to wait and hope they leave on their own, or give up and see if we can find someone later.
Jan 31st 2010 11:42AM I'm not in any getaway guilds, but I do have a few getaway characters spread out across a couple servers. It's not that my main guild is something that I need/want to get away from. In fact, it's just the opposite. I love my guild. They're the best friends and guildies anyone could ever ask for.
But sometimes, I don't want to jump into happy fun time and talk to a bunch of friends. Sometimes I just want to have some peace and quiet and do some solo questing with an alt. Usually, it's after a long day of schoolwork, or if my roommates have been extra noisy lately. I always go back to my main guild, but it's nice to have somewhere to escape to when I feel like it.
Jan 26th 2010 11:43AM Moon Guard and Kirin Tor are pretty good servers for RP. To find people, I'd suggest getting an addon like MRP, FlagRSP, ImmersionRP or something similar, and when you see somebody else with these addons or just hanging around looking like they're in character, follow the advice in this article. Don't be shy. People love random RP.
Jan 23rd 2010 9:56PM Yep, I do. :D
That was my story for the serverwide Hallow's End party, and I posted it on the forums the next morning. The topic seems to have vanished, though, or I would've linked it.
Jan 23rd 2010 12:14PM ((Here ya go!))
We’ve all seen Little Timmy wandering throughout Stormwind with white kittens for sale. We hunt him, and chase him, and stalk him, all for the chance to lay our hands on one of those adorable little kittens.
This story is about a girl named Emma who was lucky enough to find Little Timmy with a kitten he still had not sold. She had never owned a cat before, but she decided to buy it anyway. On the way home, the kitten snuggled into her arms, as comfortable as could be.
Soon after they arrived, he began to play. He would run all around the house, under and behind furniture, chewing on curtains and stalking dust balls that had not yet been swept up. He even wrestled with Emma’s hand when she bent down to pet him. He clung to her wrist with his paws and nibbled at her hand, while his hind legs kicked at her. While occasionally he would leave a scratch or two, she assumed it was only normal kitten play.
This continued for perhaps a week. Emma bought him several toys, but he always seemed to prefer her hand. It was covered in small scratches now, but none had ever pierced her skin. One day, as she was reading a book, the kitten jumped up to play with her hand again. This time when he bit her, his teeth sunk through her skin and he drew blood. Emma pushed him away and ran to find a bandage. The kitten simply sat where he was and licked the blood from his paws.
That night, Emma set him at the foot of her bed, blew out her candle, and went to sleep. Two hours later, she woke to the sound of her kitten mewing. It was a nagging, cloying meow, as if he hadn’t been fed in days. But she’d fed him every morning and evening since she bought him. Perhaps he was growing and needed more? That must be it. When the meowing stopped, Emma went back to sleep.
She had not even slept an hour before the meowing began again. It was louder this time. She sat up and looked at the foot of her bed. He was not there, but the sound kept growing louder. Emma looked toward her door to see a pair of glowing green eyes. She had heard of cats’ eyes reflecting light, but did they glow? She didn’t think so.
The kitten hopped onto her bed and sat in her lap, looking up at her with its bright eyes and meowed again. Emma held out her hand to pet him and see what was wrong. The kitten latched onto it, biting through her hand and scratching away the skin on her wrist. She screamed and he began to purr.
Emma desperately tried to remove the kitten from her hand, but he was much stronger than he seemed. After three tries, she was finally able to throw him against a wall and run. She might have succeeded, but it was dark and she was tired. He ran after her, and she burst out into the streets, sprinting along the canals. Every time the meowing grew quiet and she thought she had evaded him, she saw his glowing green eyes just behind another corner.
Emma fled toward the docks. Surely he couldn’t run that far, and there might be a night watchman who could help her, but neither of them made it far enough to find out. Suddenly, Emma saw another pair of eyes in front of her, not glowing, but shaded. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, she could just barely make out the shape of Little Timmy.
Emma stared at him in horror as half a dozen other kittens with glowing eyes crept out from the shadows behind him. As they leapt upon her and pulled her to the ground, Emma heard the one thing she could never have expected: an apology.
You see, Timmy had been in a similar situation years ago. He’d found a tiny white kitten wandering the streets alone. But as cute as they are, kittens are born predators. Once it had tasted blood, there was no going back. Rather than fall victim to his pet, he had made a deal. The kitten would spare him his life, and in return he would walk the streets of Stormwind looking for its next meal.