Part 4 is here, folks.
Clyde mellowed and I became comfortable enough to run randoms with him (and occasionally with Dkkarz) again. Then we had our weeklies, which was either Ulduar or Naxxramas. Our guild regained its light, happy atmosphere, and oh I also made two new close friends – the husband and wife team of Genie and Adam (who are no longer on the server but we still keep in touch and God, how I love those two).
Then Dkkarz met some dude on our server and BAM! she said she was in love. Well, okay, good for ya, hun. As long as he ain’t some Ted Bundy reincarnation, it looks likes you have found the man of your dreams.
I thought that would put an end to her competitiveness and distract her enough to mind her own business, seeing how she had eyes for only one man and was clearly on Cloud Nine with him.
I was wrong.
I’ll get to the “I was wrong” part soon.
Clyde’s jealousy would rear its ugly head once in a while . In one Naxx run, he and our GM were messing around, cracking jokes about women…and Clyde said out of the blue, “Anhur is mine.”
Our GM said, “Nope, she’s mine, I saw her first.”
Not content with saying that, he even announced via raid warning: “ANHUR IS MINE”
It was obviously just a joke but Clyde took it seriously. He whispered, “I’m second best, I know.”
I replied: “What??”
He didn’t say anything back. He fell quiet. HOWEVER, while we were in combat with Sapphiron, he suddenly whispered, “I love you.”
I was like, WTF? and nearly didn’t make it to the back of the ice block.
It became his habit to whisper “I love you” to me even in the most inopportune times. Fighting Grobulus? “I love you.” Fighting Sartharion? “I love you.” Doing our corpse run? “I love you.” Hell yeah!
One day he saw me and Denefblah fishing together by the fountain of Dalaran. He whispered, “Teaching your son how to fish?”
“Don’t be silly,” I said.
Oh for Pete’s sake, Den is 17 effing years old!!!
If you think his jealousy was hilarious, I don’t. He started acting like he owned me, growing jealous of our GM, believing that he and I had something going on.
Dkkarz – his willing accomplice – made it her business to find out.
And not only did she make it her business to probe if I had something going on with the GM, but she also made it a priority to build up Clyde as well as give me the impression that if I did have a “special relationship” with our GM, he was merely playing me for a fool.
And that’s not all. She and Clyde cooked up stories about Clyde trying to commit suicide because I wasn’t paying him attention. “He overdosed on this. He overdosed on that. He’s now in intensive care.”
Talk about someone who obviously had too much time on her hands..not to mention her fiance’s sex organ not suffice enough to stuff her f*cking mouth shut.
However, the petty jealousies, the intrigues, and the speculations took a back seat when our GM’s personal and professional life started imposing more demands on him, rendering him unavailable to the guild. That meant raids were no longer happening. Guildies who wanted to raid more left. I, along with the other officers, were left to our own devices to run the ship but we still depended on Hirotwo to teach us the fights.
It was the beginning of the end.
To cut to the chase, we left Frozensoulstone one by one. I was one of the last few to leave. I clung on to a smidgen of hope. I loved the guild so much and seeing it sink like the Titanic broke my heart in a thousand pieces.
“You still gonna pay $15 a month just to twiddle your thumbs in Dalaran?” one ex-guildie said.
No, I don’t want to keep waiting and hoping like some dejected lover.
“Then damn it, girl, leave! It’s your $15. You’re an amazing hunter, your DK has promise. Don’t let your DPS skills go to waste. You need to be in a guild where you can f*cking raid!”
But not before finding a new home for some of my friends. I chanced upon a guild advertisement for Carpe Noctem on Trade chat, a guild I once raided with and found to be very affable and easygoing. Genie and Adam’s toons jumped ship and joined Carpe Noctem. Then Genie send me the invite to join. Soon I got Denefblah into the guild.
Dkkarz joined her fiance’s guild Vanguard. Clyde went guildless for a short while then joined Carpe Noctem.
Epilogue to Frozensoulstone: Hirotwo, upon finding out he lost most of his officers, disbanded the guild and moved to another server. He and I lost touch during that period he was angry at me, feeling betrayed by my actions. After what seemed like an eternity to me, he messaged me one day asking how I was. Our friendship was rekindled.
Clyde, out of rabid jealousy, got Dkkarz to lie to me that she heard a gunshot while on the phone with him. Just another “failed suicide attempt”, ho hum.
I finally”confronted” her in the game asking her why the f*ck she lied about the gunshot, why she was making her business to find out about me and our former GM, and that even if there was indeed something going on, IT WAS NONE OF HER BLOODY F*CKING BUSINESS WHO I WAS SCREWING ON BOREAN TUNDRA.
She put me on ignore. I put her and all her fail toons on ignore. I “unfriended” her on Facebook.
Dkkarz hun, you and I have been enemies for months. My life in game is perfectly fine without your so-called friendship. You seem happy with your new hubby and your Level 80 resto shaman who can’t heal doodly-squat, and I figured you’ve finally found your own peace. I, on the other hand, continue to mind my own business. If I were really petty and childish, I would /spit on you each time you passed by, if only to show you how disgusted I am still by the behavior you exhibited and the troubles you caused in Frozensoulstone. But I let you be and went my merry way raiding and gearing up.
Until you messaged my guildie last night and told him I was “a bitch, a slut, a whore”.
So now you got me riled up enough to expose your toon names in my Guild Trip saga, I have to thank you for unwittingly giving me carte blanche to tell the whole world what a lying, conniving C. U. Next Tuesday you are, and to remind the rest of the Tundramen to be careful in dealing with you. Lord knows my guildies are terrified when they see in VoA that you’re the raid healer. Visions of astronomical repair bills start dancing in their heads.
You’re so full of yourself, you know that? Reality check, Ms. Attention Whore: you’re fat, your clothes don’t match, and you’re faker than pressed-on nails.
Go f*ck yourself.
Ladies and gentlemen, Cloudrunner has left the building. Thank you and good night.
To be continued…