– was never to rude to anyone, unless they were rude to me first, then that’s when I unleash hell
– did not pull ahead of tank, except on certain runs when people were asshats, then that’s when I pull all the things and leave party
– did not roll on off-spec tank gear if I knew the tank needed it more, but if he rolled on my DPS gear and won it, then that’s my queue to roll need on his shit…and pull all the things and leave party.
Screw the proverbial turn-the-other-cheek, I like Hammurabi’s Code better. An eye for an eye!
Yours truly has found a new hobby, albeit quite late into the game: slowly but surely building old school pieces for transmog. For my latest look, I decided that I wanted a complete tier set that: a) had less-girly colors, and b) I could easily acquire without the aid of a group run. The first set that came to mind was the Heroes’ Scourgeborne Battlegear set.
I solo’d Naxxramas for a few weeks for the helm, chest, leg and shoulder tokens and exchanged my Justice Points in Dalaran for the tier gloves. Determined to stick to the purplish-navy blue and copper motif, I scoured Wowhead for the best cloak, boots and weapon to match. I went to three different locations to make my purchase: Shattrath for the cloak, Uldum for the boots and Stormwind for the two-handed PvP sword.
And voila, here’s my newest transmog ensemble from the Tier 7 set:
Friends, meet my Death Knight, Lizzie. /cue mood music
So this post is about the inspiration behind her name, being written on a slow night on half a brain (with the other half already thinking of what I should cook for breakfast tomorrow Tuesday, a day reserved for more meticulously-prepared morning meals due to it being patch/maintenance day and a time for me to get my ass off the computer chair and do something different and creative, though I have yet to see a downtime announcement.)
Right, so why Lizzie?
Prior to doing the server/faction transfer, I was toying with the random name generator and occasionally checking out a society gossip blog penned by a Manila writer. I saw a photo of one of my country’s most prominent socialite-philanthropists, Lizzie Zobel de Ayala.
(Image from the International Peace Foundation)
I’ve always been an admirer of Ms. Zobel and her family, who are down-to-earth people despite owning bazillions. Her sister-in-law was my classmate in college and she was probably the only billionaire heiress who didn’t go about town in a limo and a horde of bodyguards. They were that low-key. Anyway, I’m starting to digress so to get back on track, something prompted me to check if the name Lizzie was available and – lo and behold – it was and I quickly reserved it.
Now it might seem a bit off naming an axe-wielding Death Knight after such a sweet, generous lady. But on the opposite end of the spectrum, backtracking 121 years ago, that name became synonymous with a still unsolved-murder that took place in Fall River, Massachusetts involving a dour, heavy-set broad and an axe. And if you guessed Lizzie Borden, BINGO! You win the grand prize plus the turkey deep fryer we’ve been wanting to get rid of (oh wait, my S.O. threw it in the trash, never mind.)
(Image from Wikipedia)
I’m not about to bore you with details of the case where she was acquitted, but suffice to say that whoever wielded the axe sure did a real number on Borden’s father and stepmother:
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(Images from UMKC School of Law)
Oh, and contrary to what that sick nursery rhyme says, the killer didn’t give them a total of 81 whacks. Andrew Borden got 15, his unluckier spouse Abby 18.
So the two namesakes – one from present times and the other from over a century ago – serve as the perfect representations of my Death Knight’s dual personality. My Lizzie is both nice and nasty, calm and temperamental, giving and avaricious, peace-loving and bloodthirsty. She’s easy to get along with, but get on her bad side and she’ll wield that axe like an executioner on PCP and give you the proverbial forty whacks.
…to server-transfer my Death Knight for the third time, chop off his nuts AND turn him into a female human.
And since the name Cloudrunner was already taken, I had to pick a new one. Nothing airy-fairy-Tolkien-esque about the new name; it is about as ordinary and boring as could be…until I narrate the inspiration behind it.
There’s so much to tell, but in the meantime, let me grieve the loss of my pretty boy who was the apple of my eye since the day I rolled him. Le sigh.
If I Were to Faction Change, Which Race Should I Choose?
One would think I would be so hyped up to write about Patch 5.0.4 on the day it dropped but with all the mini-chaos with the add ons (I refuse to run instances without them!), understanding the new talent system, speccing and respeccing, trying out suggestions from the experts (and ditching a few of them), jostling for space at the training dummy area in Orgrimmar and bemoaning the loss of certain spells (Hungering Cold and Dark Command for Frost/Unholy), I ended up too tired to write.
Plus last night I had the most intense Heroic Dragon Soul run of my life, which deserves a post of its own in the next few days or so. (I could have sworn that 35% nerf was mistakenly not applied to Heroic Spine as we wiped ad nauseam, but hey, we downed it!)
But going back to the changes and new stuff that Blizzard gifted us recently. I know players who aren’t very happy about it (Ret pallies and rogues say hi, and Bloodsoed just canceled his account), players who are very happy (warlocks and warriors say hi), and then there are some players like me who are still testing things before we can give our verdict. But what I can tell you is that I miss the edge of Unholy presence, my DPS took a bit of a beating in the charts, I changed my talent tree choices more times than I can remember, and I can’t understand for the life of me why Death Knight glyphs have become more cosmetic than useful. Seriously, WTF is up with Corpse Explosion? All gore, no damage? Ugh!
Anyway, I’m neither hating nor loving this patch. I just need a bit more time to figure things out, get my groove back and enjoy my class again.