We’re All Nomadic Gamers

In yesterday’s cliffhanger, I left off with the loud, raucous TeamSpeak fight that had been forcibly moved to the guildleader’s office, aka A Private Channel.

We were at an impasse: College puke’s not budging — he won’t be killing savannah lions or those thorn ewoks for any man (or woman). And I’m not budging — he’s an idgit and has seriously pissed me off. (Ok, originally it was about an unwillingness of some to help those that were struggling with the solo. I then moved to “he’s an idgit, die in a fire” and was standing firm.)

The guildleader was losing patience now, he had his own soloing to do after all, so he asked the puke if he could soften his stance any. I’ll spare you puke’s long-winded ramble, but basically he agreed that all guildmembers, once they reached level 60, should make assisting the others their top priority.

Wow. One week into World of Warcraft, and come hell or high water, the other members will get their assistance some day! In the meantime, all of us should continue to send all harvests and crafting supplies up the chain to the high levels because they have needs, kthx.

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Down the Rabbit-Hole

On the login screen yesterday in Guild Wars …

Bots

Well, I don’t like the sound of that.

Seems like something you shouldn’t have to tell people though, but I do have an inborn mistrust of psychotic internet strangers and their promises of ingame riches. Which is nice.

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At first glance, this seems just an unfortunate choice of surname at the character creation screen or possibly Bunny is an orinthologist:

Thanks for sharing, Bunny

Then I spotted the guild tag and it all became clear to me.

“Bunny” needs a slap upside the head.