Hyjal Bear Cub! I Choose You!

Now, I've tried pet battles in the past and not enjoyed it. But tonight I decided to have a proper go. I had a few pets at level 10 that were gifted to me, so I thought, why not! I did some random battles to level up fast. Flew to the right areas, caught a few rares, then decided to do the quests for the achievement. And here is where I met Lindsay (I know, I know, I'm late to the party!). So very cute, with her lil bunnies! Did I feel bad about slaughtering them and making her cry? No. Not in the slightest. In fact I took great pleasure in setting my much higher level Hyjal Bear Cub loose to savage her bunnies. Now I'm coming for the rest of you pet trainers! And I'll slaughter all your pets!!!! Except the higher level ones. I'll leave those for a bit. Just to give time them to be trained of course ;)

Tron Party!

On Sunday, my lil one (or not so lil now) levelled up to 12! We had a quiet day, in readiness for the birthday girl's Laser Tag event last night. Which was an epic idea! Even though 3 games nigh on killed me. Nothing like chasing round a bunch of kids for two hours to prove how unfit you are! So with eight 10-12 year olds (almost all taller than me), a ton of UV paint and ninja transmogs on, off we went.

We painted up ready for battle and this was the result,. Which looked awesome under the UV lights but got us some funny looks in daylight:

Releasing my inner drag queen

Easy targets ;)

Now, first game we were all together as a team. Against a bunch of 6 year olds. Which was awkward. None of us wanted to make them cry. Until that is, one little angelic boy walked up to me and said, "don't shoot! My pack isn't working!" So, I was all awww, let me take a look. Then he shot me, laughed and ran off. To shouts from me of, "you better hide! You're going down, Steel!!!!" Tricky little bugger! So, from then it was game on. Instead of my usual trick of staying high and sniping them down, I went for bases and took two, that were guarded by lazy adults hiding from kids. I took 44 hits...most of them from Steel doing his midget Terminator impression. But we won the first game and the second.

To even things up, we changed the teams around so there was a mix of tiny people and tall people. And everyone was painted with the left over UV paint. Which made targetting a bit harder. I immediately gained a new arena partner. I got a pull on the back of my shirt from a little gnome...erm I mean boy... who wanted to come with me. Together we formed an unstoppable team. He would trick them with cuteness while I shot them from behind a wall, or I would go out as bait and cover with laser fire while he ran to a new spot to get the best shots at a bunch of girls hiding together. Cue high (or low, in our case) five's and air punches! We threw in a bit of comedy dramatic falls to the floor as we got shot and laughed in the faces of people we took down. Epic teamwork! 

The evening was a lot of fun that all enjoyed. Even though it took me 8 hours sleep to get over, and am left with aching muscles that I didn't know I had.

Hands Off My Mog!

I finally find a nice mog, that I haven't seen on anyone else and look what happens!

Danaerys Targaryan, find your own bloody mogs! Also, the Iron Throne is mine. My Elemental would easily kick your dragons' butts. Easily. Let this be a warning...

50 Ways To Say Goodbye...

I have THE new most favouritist thing EVAH! My little, accidentally evil (messed with dark magicks...sigh), gnome brother showed me a drop that I absolutely love. I shouldn't really enjoy it so much, but I do. I can kill myself every 30 minutes with Ra'Sha's Sacrificial Dagger. So, instead of using it to do something sensible like killing myself to avoid repair costs, I'm going to off myself as often as possible. Drop a pair of legs that I already have, then use a coin on Sha of Anger and get another pair of the same will no longer end in a rage. I'll just kill myself in protest. Go to SW Cathedral with a plague and dramatically die on the steps. Throw myself of something high and explode after I hit the floor... the possibilities are endless.

3 days later...

I have so far killed myself by the following methods: I went to the steps of SW Cathedral and committed suicide because I was so embarrassed at marking myself as a target in HoF RF, instead of the thing we needed to kill. I brought the plague here also. I coughed blood all over myself and a few other people and started an epic, epic RP story. With people panicking about a new plague after my lil gnome brother and a beautiful priestess also died in a similar way. The people of SW kindly burned my body and said some nice words for us and then carried on the story. But my favourite was this:

Poor dead gnome on a parachute

You can dismount from a great height, use the dagger and a parachute will gently carry your dead body to earth.

I'm easily pleased, I know.

Late Night PvP Is Baaaad!

Tonight I indulged in some late night PvP with a few beers. Friday night is usually reserved for RF runs with guildie friends but tonight I got called into work because all of my village decided to descend upon the restaurant. By the time I managed to get out and get home and dried off, (serious blizzards in the UK. Which was awesome. I walked into the house looking like a snow gnomie), it was waaay too late to start anything. I didn't manage to log into WoW until 11.45pm by which time most people had gone offline. So, it was just me pottering about looking for something to do. I'm usually super hyper after a busy shift, so there was no chance of sleep and no one to have fun with. I decided I would go retro and put some music on, grab a beer and go BG for a while. This was not a great idea. Post 1am seems to be a bad time for Alliance PvP. It's full of whiney babies!

"Blah blah, F**king losers"

"wah, wah, wah, why can't Ally PvP?"

(I'm paraphrasing in the above statements :D)

This is why (in my opinion). Alliance PvP'ers spend too much time bitching, moaning, crying, telling other players how to play etc. When I was Horde it was nowhere near as bad. I had a discussion with an idiot who shouted in /s, "F**CKING DEEP FREEZE* at me. Kinda hard when you are sapped by one rogue, then by another straight away. But thank you for the advice, random crybaby. Maybe I was slow out of those two saps but I'm pretty sure there's no need for anyone to be a dick about it. We whispered for a little while. It wasn't pleasant. And every BG I went into it was the same. I didn't get any more abuse because I did pretty well in the others. I was fast, crazy on damage, but unfortunately we were playing against better teams. There were quite a few premade groups, which is never good. But there were also a few close games. Which people are so busy whining, that they don't see when we catch up and almost take it for Alliance.

My last game, though it was a loser ended on an epic feat from me. I took Stables in Arathi from a Shaman and a Druid while they were still alive, watching me do it. One cow in a penguin suit and the other in a deep freeze. With a Pet Freeze as they came out of those it gave me just enough time for me to finish capping the flag and then turn round and blast everything I had at them. They died. I think from shock. It was beautiful, it really was. And I did do /giggle at them. We lost by about 200 points (they did have 7 healers on their team though, so we didn't do too badly!) but I enjoyed my little naughty cap!

I really do prefer my arena now. And I think it has improved my play in both PvP and PvE. I am much faster and I'm thinking in advance what the next move will be or which target I need to change to, etc. I'm much more reactive now to things that are happening. I still need a lot of spit and polish, because I still do go running in, arms flailing, screaming sometimes. But I'm getting a little calmer now. And maybe one day I'll stop shouting, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" when I freeze a ton of horde. Seriously, Frost Mages, stand at the top of the steps of Wildhammer Longhouse in Twin Peaks after your flag carrier has gone inside. Wait for the masses of horde to come your way, shield up, take a deep breath and stare them down. Then when they're in range freeze the crap out of them. Just keep freezing and watch their frustration. You probably will die when the freezes run out. But if you go all Gandalf on them, even for a few minutes, it's really the most fun you can have with your clothes on! Maybe I won't stop doing that... 

Hmmm, 3.40am. Should I go for another?

It Actually Exists!

I forgot all about this photo until I emptied my phone pictures into my PC. Gnome World! In the UK! I didn't go there though. Mainly for fear of never being able to leave... For Gnomeregan!!

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Adventures in Gnomieland

This is a very late post, I know. But last month I went on an adventure. A huuuuuge adventure. I travelled to another country all by my gnomie self! I went on a secret mission to a land far, far away. Well maybe not that far, but far for someone as small as me! I visited Holland! To see my guildie friends in RL. I was a complete surprise for them. Only 3 people knew (Party Tank, Mage Sister and Dwarf). And we planned it together secretly. I booked a flight, and even booked it wrong...return for in a month?? Sigh...I am not a clever gnomie sometimes. But I fixed it and got all excited! I was going to be a gnomie of the world! Flying to faraway lands, meeting people for the first time face to face. Tiny squeeeeee!

So, off I went. I levelled up in airports. In the smallest airport in the world. And I still managed to almost wee myself from panic. I am not a good flyer. I'm too small to be that high up. But I did it to meet my friends. Only had one cry before the flight, shortly before I had a beer at 4.45am. Oh yes I did! And then the flight was better. Everything is better with beer! But weird. Crossing a time zone is really odd in the early morning. Dark, then light...no twilight. But very fast. There in 1 hour! Schiphol airport is huge, and scary and huge. But all fancy and space agey. Maybe not, but for the untravelled gnomie it was. There I waited for the Dwarf to pick me up and make sure I didn't end up on a train to somewhere random like Germany. Here the panic set in. I know we all get on well in game but in RL would it be the same?

The panic was not needed. I saw the dwarf outside a cafe and thought, 'bloody hell, that is one tall dwarf!' I looked like a real life gnome stood next to him. We exchanged greetings and off we went for the train. Just like in game we happily chatted. About plans for the week and all the RL fun that we would have. And I got snow! My favourite thing in the world (except chocolate and Sean Bean) and I got it for my visit. And Dutch trains are awesome. They have an upstairs! We don't have that! Only double decker buses, but we hardly ever see those any more. It was a wonderful start to my trip. Now for the first few days I would be in hiding, so that I would be a total surprise for the Guild meetup. I was so in awe of the beautiful city I was staying in that it wasn't a problem. Seriously, in comparison to where I live it is gorgeous!. And not hearing English voices was a real treat. Working two jobs in customer service means that there's always someone that needs my attention. Not here though! No demanding customers to deal with, just peace and quiet. And everyone I met automatically switched into perfect English as soon as they heard my voice, happily. Kind of made me a little ashamed that we English don't make the effort to speak any other languages so well. I was lucky to have nice waiters, waitresses and shop assistants who were more than happy to help the silly, English gnomie! And my experience of Dwarvish hospitality was a great one. They're very tidy and pleasant to live with. Not like us gnomies who just throw things out of their case over their shoulders and leave all the lights on and doors open! The latter come back to bite me on the arse when I attempted not to wake anyone by going to the bathroom in the dark, very quietly, on my first night, and ended up head butting a door on my way back. Which ended up in loud swears...sigh.

The guild meetup came very fast. Before I knew it, it was time to meet everyone. I was to go to the restaurant before everyone else and wait for them to arrive. Rubedeus kindly rang the restaurant to tell them I was coming early and to seat me at the table. From here it became a bit like sitcom. The plan was that I would go on the bus before everyone else and sneak in. I am a brave gnomie, I wanted to go on the bus alone and be a big growed up girl, while my dwarf friend went to help another member of the party get to the restaurant. Only, I'm a terrible traveller. The bus driver said she would help me get off at the right stop. Only she kinda forgot. By that point I was hyperventilating because it was much further away than I thought and was frantically texting my friend. Then when I did get off I didn't check out of the bus properly with those fancy card thingies. So she chased me and brought me back to do it, in front of a bus load of people. /facepalm. Then I realised I had no clue where the restaurant was. So off I went looking, in my big  girl high heels (I don't get out much, so when I do I like to dress up. Even if no one else does!), getting some rather funny looks. I eventually found it and breathed a sigh of relief. Went up to the counter and asked for my table. The woman looked at me blankly and said "table of 1?" And I was all, "no, no, no. Blah, blah, blah...table of 9". And that's when I really panicked. She couldn't speak English. So, after almost passing out from panic, I got my brain together and rang my friend to speak to her. I could see her smiling and nodding and I thought, "yay, it's all fixed". Off I went into the restaurant, where she didn't sit me at a table, instead at the bar. So, I looked like like an overdressed loner. Though she did bring me spicy shrimp chips and a beer. Which quickly turned into 3 beers and an empty bowl. An old Chinese waiter came up to me and started chatting...in bloody English! He told me he lived in London in 1970. So, I told him the plan and asked him to help out. And he was in...or so I thought, until my friends arrived and spoke in English to them to tell them someone was waiting for them!! I spun round fast in my chair so no one would see me and waited for them to sit. It was here I decided to tell the group that I was here before he pointed me out! I went over and very politely asked if I could join their party and sit with them, to some very puzzled looks. Until I revealed my identity! It was all worth it. We had so much fun that evening. Food, drinks, RL trolling, giggles. The most fun ever. And lots of photographs and good conversations. Sadly, a few people couldn't make it but hopefully next time we will all be there! Afterwards we went back for a chat and arranged another meetup before I left. Hopefully, I wasn't too embarrassing with my loud giggles and window kissing!

Our next meetup was a lovely day out walking around the city. Here we got to star in a Dutch movie (which I cannot tell my dad or he'll never let me out of the country again! But don't worry folks, it wasn't THAT kind of movie!). It was quite odd. Go sit on a bench, then walk away. Errrrm ok...! Then I got a new house, played on a swing, ate half a sandwich in the slowest time ever, cupped a statue, got lifted up by girl 15 years younger than me, almost got pulled over with the world's largest bag on my back. True story, it was comedy from start to end. Met another guildie (who is also awesome)...ahhhh it was such a good time!

And then it was time to go home. And I was sad to leave. The flight home was nowhere near as exciting as the one there. Hopefully soon though, Guild Meetup: The Sequel will happen! But for now, I'll leave you with this picture... This was what I was doing when I was out of sight. Blowing up cows! Wheeeee!

All credit to my dwarvish friend. I think we've all seen my editing skills.