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    Nice group, shame about the pally


    2011 - 03.24

    As you might have spotted from my smug “ostensibly WoW-related but really just bragging ‘cos I’m drinking beer in Munich” post, I was away last week. Rrecently, we’ve had some problems getting our raids off the ground — people unavailable because of work, people on holiday, people with social engagements which don’t involve internet dragons can leave you without the essential components — so when I signed up for Monday’s raid I was hopeful but not certain that anything would happen.

    Thankfully, we were able to field a full team, so off we went to BWD where we two-shot Magmaw, and followed that up with a one-shot of the golem boys. Admittedly, it did take us a five or six goes before Maloriak fell over, which I’m prepared to blame on a seemingly phantom interrupter intervening on the first “release aberrations” cast (a distraction, I’m sure you’ll agree) but we got him down and decided to take a raid break. And then decided that, rather than bang our heads on Atramades, we’d go take a first look at Halfass Windbreaker.

    The add package for this week on the EU realms is Storm Rider, Time Warden and Whelps — seemingly a high-raid-damage combination. So, we had four or five attempts, most of which resulted in us dying to AoE/standing in bad and the occasional CD-crit-crit-threat-dead sequence, and resolved to come back the following night if we could. Handily although one of our signups was unavoidably detained at work, we happened to have a replacement online and after a bit of a delay for some jewelcrafting and enchanting, we went back to the Bastion. Where we oneshot Halfass. And then, after a 15 minute “strategy break”1, we killed the dragon twins on the 6th attempt.

    Sounds good, eh? It was. There was even a reasonable amount of useful loot on both days.

    There’s just one tiny fly in my ointment, one little beetle crawling in my salad. I wasn’t playing well, and even before I looked at my recount window, I could feel something was off. I could feel something was off, but I couldn’t figure out *what*, or how to fix it. So as a raid team, we did pretty well, but as a raidER, I *didn’t*. In a weird way, it reminded me of being a kid.

    Back in my early teens, I used to play a fair bit of football — for the school, for a 7-a-side team, then for a 11-a-side team. The 7-a-side team did pretty well; we won our little league a couple of times and had a lot of fun. When we scaled up to 11-a-side, we did less well, but in a weird way, that didn’t especially bother me. As long as I came off the pitch thinking “well I played ok, and we didn’t lose because of something I did/didn’t do”, I was fine. Well, not fine, I wanted to win games, but I’d have all but forgotten about it by the time I got home for a bath. If I hadn’t played well though, I’d be grumpy.

    Same principle applies to WoW, it seems. So even though we were downing bosses and it was a couple of days ago, I’m *still* irritated with myself. My suspicion is that I was tired and not concentrating properly, as I did ok on the fights where I could just stand there and push buttons2, but I’ll have to take a look at the logs later to check *grumble*.

    I don’t know — is it weird to have your pleasure at the success of the raid be overshadowed by your frustration with your own performance?

    PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Always label your macros

    I have a guidie who’s a bit of an achievement queen. You name it, she’s probably got it. She (along with her boyfriend) are responsible for our guild having the 55 exalted reputations achievement, for example, and the “We are legendary” achievement too. Anyway, one Saturday3 she was doing some achievement hunting and my chatbox was forever popping up notifications of her latest new shiny. Eventually I made a macro and dropped it on my bars, which output “ROBOT SAYS: Well done Anka” to guild chat on a mouseclick. Click click clicketty.

    Fast-forward to the golem council fight in BWD on Monday. I’m assigned to be the second interrupter on Arcanotron, so I need to be able to turn off my autoattack when the shield goes up. Time for a /stopattack macro, methinks. Stick it on the bars, and I can click it once the shield is up then just follow the big stone fella around interrupting things without a problem. Unfortunately, thanks to sheer laziness I didn’t give either macro a unique icon, so they’re both just question marks (mysterious buttons, you might say). Surely enough, during Monday’s fight with the Tron council, I managed to click the wrong button, miss an interrupt and instead fire off my “GRATS” macro by mistake. No big deal, we didn’t wipe…

    Tuesday’s raid: while a couple of guildies are doing the jewelcrafting and enchanting for our stepped-in-at-the-last-minuate-WOOHOO-we-can-haz-raid-after-all! priest, I’m blethering away on vent, telling the story of stupidly pressing the wrong button.

    “Oh.” says the raidleader. “You know, I think Anka might have been dead at that point.”

    “Oh, bollocks” says I4

    Cue a quick PM to explain myself and much sniggering from the raid, unsympathetic buggers that they are.

     

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    1. that’s ‘Shit, we didn’t think we’d get this so quickly. Everybody tab out and read the strat on Wowhead/Wowpedia’ []
    2. vs being pretty useless on the movement fights []
    3. I think, it was ages ago []
    4. because I’m classy like that []

    Whine, whinge, moan


    2011 - 03.18

    Legitimised thanks to Klepsacovic.

    Why is it whiny post day when I’m in the middle of writing a “you’re all whining unnecessarily, everything’s lovely and shiny and the dungeon finder introduces me to wonderful people” post? Way to completely kill my flow.

    Why am I unable to maintain a coherent narrative in said post when I’m writing during other people’s bathroom breaks and on the underground? It’s not like I’m wrestling with complex concepts or interlocking logical proofs. It’s just the usual wittering.

    How come, having woken up feeling recovered from an annoying “..and relax. ILLNESS!” cold which has been hanging around during my holiday, the weather is completely crappy and we get drenched on the way to do our sightseeing thing?

    Why can’t I wear a tabard in dungeons to get rep with the Baradin’s Hold faction? And before you say it, it’s not like doing a zillion daily quests is any more like PVP than running dungeons. Not even if the NPCs are horde-shaped.

    Why do the NPC horde rogues in Tol Barad start spamming fan of knives when I fight them? Isn’t that an AoE attack (or is this just *really* advanced AI simulating standard player behaviour?)

    Why can’t I do something else on my alts to gain rep with Cataclysm factions, other than dungeon running and verdammt daily quests. I HATE dailies. I like dungeons, but seriously, there’s a limit to how many you can run in a row before your brains dribble out of your nose. Give me something new to do? Can I craft for them? Perhaps they’d like some AH-purchasable items, like Hodir’s gang of smutty double entendre merchants?

    How in the nine hells did a guildie of mine, the one who (amongst a million other achievements and things) got us the 55 exalted reputations guild achievement and pet reward, not have enough reputation WITH THE GUILD to buy the damn pet?? And shouldn’t there be some kind of exception anyway? If you get the achievement for the guild, surely you should be able to get the bloody reward without levelling a billion alts or spamming dailies ’til your eyes bleed.

    I HATE DAILIES

    Whew. That’s better. Thanks, Kleps!

    I’m becoming a dwarf


    2011 - 03.15

    …or so it would seem.

    I haven’t drank a magic potion to shrink me to 4’2″

    I haven’t grown a beard I can plait1

    I haven’t adopted a terrible fake irish/scottish/generic celtish accent2

    I haven’t taken to living underground

    I haven’t forged (geddit?!) a passionate relationship with a mining pick.

    I *am* drinking a beer the size of my head.

    If you ask me, the true spiritual home of the dwarves is in fact somewhere in the German-speaking countries. So earlier I was in Vienna, and now I’m in Munich’s largest park (“The English Garden”), one of perhaps 400 or 500 people sitting in the glorious sunshine drinking gorgeous weissbier from heavy, one-litre steins.

    This one’s for Brann!

    PS: expect a more regular posting schedule from next week; recent work insanity and now this holiday have made it all but impossible of late.

    PPS: this was written in the park on my blackberry, and I could save a draft but not post it live. hence the odd timing.

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    1. although, thanks to accidentally sleeping in on the morning of the flight, I’m closer to being able to than I ordinarily would be. Think Captain Birdseye, the old one :) []
    2. my abysmal attempts at German don’t count []