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New Transitions: A New Guild and Going Casual

New Transitions: A New Guild and Going Casual

I’ve been delinquent about updating my blog and I can only blame it on three things: real life demands, missing my mom and the decision to finally start scaling back on my raiding. On the last one, translation: I’m going casual.

The last several weeks have rocked my world in both a good way and a not-so-good way. My mom, whom I had not seen since April last year, came to visit and stayed with me and hubby for a month, capping her stay with a lovely Thanksgiving dinner with us. In the four weeks she was here, I juggled road trips, sight-seeing, shopping, Mom-and-Daughter bonding moments, and raiding. In order to fit all those into my waking hours, I had to put some things on the backburner — my novel, my Basic Bookkeeping course, and yes this website.

I worked all those activities into a schedule that wouldn’t disrupt my raiding. For example, on days we went out of town to take my mom sight-seeing, I made sure we got home before dark so I wouldn’t be late for the raid. I’d show up half an hour before start time, with noodle carts and flasks and potions on the ready, only to find out a couple of co-raiders couldn’t make it. Then we’d waste 45 minutes spamming Trade for replacements. And I’d tell myself, I skipped eating dinner/watching Netflix with my Mom for this??

Maybe the Universe was trying to tell me something, but during those four weeks with my mom in town, there were these little incidents in-game that exasperated me to F*ck-This-Shit levels. I’d show up for raids where we had 13/14 on farm yet repeatedly wiped on Garrosh because some idiot kept dying to the boss’ cone effect in the virtual realm.  Then attendance started becoming piss-poor the week and a half before Thanksgiving, which was understandable because, hey, people have stuff to do to get ready for Turkey Day. I still continued to show up faithfully. Then one night (a non-raid night), I discovered that half my raid team pugged their Garrosh kills separately and got their titles. Which led me to ask this question: what is the point of having a dedicated raid team if you guys will just resort to pugging?

I would understand if they pugged out of exasperation themselves and/or they wanted to learn a more effective approach to the Garrosh fight from the best players on the server. But their little pugging exercise did nothing for the raid team as a whole, and if I may add, to my own morale, because a few of those people just stopped showing up. Like really? You got one kill and now you don’t feel like logging on? So much for team spirit.

While all that was happening in Azeroth, the Universe threw an offer my way: one of my dearest friends in California told me to get cracking again on that novel; he has publisher pals based here in the US and our home country and if I could just finish that damn manuscript, well, you get the picture. Me? A published novelist? Not gonna say no to that opportunity! (And no, in case you’re wondering, I will NOT write about vampires and S&M. Bloodsuckers and smut are numbers one and two, respectively, on my hate list.)

With that major project on my agenda, plus all the other real-life things that cropped up and are demanding more than the usual attention, I took a good look at the routine I’ve been living for a while and realized something’s got to give to make room for the new stuff.

WoW got the axe. Well, not totally.

Since our raid team was not the same as it was when we got everybody together and we didn’t raid weekends, I decided to look for another home. My new guild has five raid teams and I was put in the weekend group, an arrangement that suits me perfectly. That leaves Monday to Friday to do my work (and sneak in some mount runs and dailies, haha) and accept the occasional weekday dinner invites (no more rushing back home!).

In hindsight, Mom’s visit and my friend’s offer – along with the recent incidents in the game- were by and in themselves a catalyst for my decision to scale back drastically. I can’t have it all but I will have so much more if I grab those Real Life opportunities.

Will I still be around for the next expansion? It’s looking more and more iffy, folks. It’s like I tell my friends, it’s going to take a miracle of Biblical proportions to make me stay for Warlords of Draenor. I still love and will always love this game, but I’m ready to move on.

The Virtue of Self-Sufficiency

The Virtue of Self-Sufficiency

Whether in real life or in WoW, I have always striven to be as self-sufficient as possible. Only when the going gets really tough for me that I swallow my pride and ask for help, but other than that, I prefer to solve my own problems.

For example, in WoW you will rarely see me ask people where a certain object or NPC is located. Wowhead and Google are my best friends (so is my friend Eric on Real ID when I’m too lazy to open Firefox but hey, what are friends for!), so instead of asking on guild chat the wheres, whys and hows of a quest objective, I turn to said sources. I think every player should learn to look up information the same way, just to be less annoying to others, but I’m getting ahead of myself here.

I’m also the kind of player who likes to work alone for the following reasons:

  • I prefer to work at my own pace.
  • I want the loot all to myself. Sounds selfish but I’m trying to save up gold for that super awesome Grand Expedition Yak mount.
  • I don’t want to get caught in that awkward dance of needing or greeding should a rare item drop from trash.
  • I’m naturally shy when it comes to asking favors.
  • I enjoy the fruits of my labor more when I know I did it all by myself and that it was an honest day’s (or year’s, depending on how long I farmed the damn thing) work. That I did not badger anyone or take valuable game time away from them to get what I want. On that note…
  • I really don’t like taking up other players’ time, especially the ones who are in demanding jobs and don’t have a lot of hours to devote to WoW. The last thing these folks should be doing during their limited game time is to carry others.

Unfortunately, that last bullet point is something not a lot of people in WoW take into consideration. Recently there were a few players who went against this personal principle of mine and irked me big-time, hence this post. Their requests (or should I say demands) ranged from wanting their level 90 guildies to run them through old school raids like Hyjal Summit for their transmog sets or whispering me out of the blue to take them to Tempest Keep for Ashes of Al’ar. I had a cow with the last one simply because:

  • I myself don’t have Ashes of Al’ar yet.
  • I solo Tempest Keep each week shedding blood, sweat and tears for said mount for ME and ME alone.
  • Kael’thas Sunstrider, while soloable at 90, is still as annoying as f*ck. If I have to go through the same soul-sucking hassle week after week, year after year, I have every damn right to keep every single thing that son of a bitch drops, INCLUDING SAID MOUNT!
  • Since he joined the guild, that guy never spoke a word to me and pretty much kept to himself and a few of his pals. Then suddenly, he decides to grant me the honor of his attention by asking me for a free mount run right off the bat. No preamble of pleasantries, nothing, nada, zip. Like a guy who deemed that wining and dining and foreplay were too much effort and instead, went straight for that all-out thrust.
  • Last I checked, I wasn’t paying $15 a month to be someone’s peon/bodyguard. You want a particular drop? Take a page from me and the other hard-working, independent players and go farm it yourself! Oh, you’re only level 70? Tough. I had to wait to turn 90 to solo old school shit, why should I help you – who isn’t even my close friend – make your experience easier?
  • That said, have some fairy dust, you lazy motherf*cker!

Have Some Fairy Dust

“How can some players have the audacity to ask, nay DEMAND, to be carried?” I bitched to one of my friends. “I could never muster the nerve to ask someone to spend two hours of his life running me through instances! That’s just plain inconsiderate!”

“Well, they probably think that it never hurts to ask,” he said.

“There’s a fine line separating asking and demanding,” I shot back. “It’s this self-entitlement in WoW that gets to me. It’s this whole mentality that’s about taking advantage of other people’s generosity, taking as many shortcuts as you can, all while trashing the concept of basic courtesy and respect.”

“You do have a point.”

“Why can’t these people be self-sufficient? It is no one’s responsibility but yours to gear yourself up, get that rare drop you’ve always wanted, pay for faster flying or anything that requires EFFORT!” Man, I was on a roll with my tirade.

“Some people think that it’s only a game, no need to bring in the same Protestant work ethic you have,” he kidded.

“But this game is designed to make you work! Hell, even something supposedly as faceroll as LFR requires you to exert some effort if you want something better than blues and greens.”

“Try telling that to people who think they’re entitled to government benefits in real life,” he muttered.

I honestly don’t mind helping a fellow player every now and then, but when that request for aid turns into a constant stream of demands that require a ridiculous amount of time and effort on my part, then I’m sorry but you’re no longer worthy of my or anyone’s help. The world (of Warcraft) doesn’t owe you a living, or shiny purples, or rare mounts. Each one of us is required to exert effort to earn those things,and the harder you work, the more well-rewarded you will be.

Now if you can’t bring yourself to be as self-sufficient like the others and just want a free ride, then I have bad news for you: there is no welfare line in Azeroth.

And Yet I’ve Got a Good Feeling About This

And Yet I’ve Got a Good Feeling About This

As you all know, I made the most painful transition two days ago:

Character Transfer

Call me a traitor to the Horde if you wish, but for the last several weeks I felt that my fellow Hordies betrayed me, albeit not in a backstabbed-me-betrayed kind of way, but more of a you-let-me-down kind of way. What the heck was I supposed to do, stick it out for a million and a half more wipes while we scrambled to get reliable peeps? I knew the writing was on the wall when highly skilled puggies started refusing to raid with us, hell, didn’t want to do anything with our raid group. (“Bitches couldn’t down normal Elegon even if you decked them out in Heroic Elite gear,” said one, um, bitchy player.)

Plus: 1) I couldn’t bear to be in a guild where there were hardly any people online unless they planned to raid, and 2) One particularly mouthy guildie (Cloudrunner’s almost-namesake, that’s your clue) was getting on my nerves that I knew if I stayed longer, I would have blown a gasket and said something cruel on guild chat and I didn’t want to cause any guild drama.  Bla bla bla, yadda yadda yadda.

At the end of the day, it all boiled down to me being frustrated, so I left. I still feel a bit guilty for not saying a proper goodbye to my Raid Leader and GM; after all, they were very kind to me and I liked them a lot. But I figured it’s best to leave quietly rather than make a big production out of it. One friend said – jokingly, of course – that I could have left a note saying, It’s been fun, it’s been a blast / But raiding with you guys has been a pain in the ass. Nah, I don’t believe in adding insult to injury…or burning bridges.

Now moving on…

I customized my Human chick to mirror some of Cloudrunner’s features — dark blue hair, semi-stern expression — so I’d still be reminded of him. But now I have to get used to having T & A, not to mention child-bearing hips and a strange need to purchase some Spanx.

Missing him and dealing with new curves aside, I feel welcome in this guild where my hunter has been in for more than a year. They recently celebrated their fourth anniversary (FOURTH!) and they just keep growing and growing and downing current and old content with gusto and PvPing the hell out of the Horde. I have yet to be in a raid group but it’s nice to see that there are open raids for all. There are at least 20 people online each day, and on raid nights, attendance shoots up to around 50. You’d be hard pressed to feel lonely in this guild!

Yesterday, I did old Cataclysm raids which my GM organized on a whim. We half-assed our way through Heroic Bastion of Twilight and Heroic Blackwing Descent, and I had fun.

I had fun.

Gee, I haven’t said that in a long time.

Speaking about my GM, I have to say that, out of all the GMs I’ve had, this is one guy I privately hero-worship. I even wrote a post about him last year listing why I thought he was “da man”. And there’s something else about this guy: he makes me want to behave. I kid you not, he has this calming effect on me and his leadership makes me want to be a better player and person. He makes me want to stay for the long haul,too. Conversely, other GMs send me fleeing.

Fleeing

I don’t expect to be part of his alpha team soon, nor do I expect his raid leaders to just take me in and guarantee me a spot every week. I know I got to pay my dues first, prove what I can bring to the table, and show them I’m a reliable player. Other players would groan at the thought of starting from scratch again, but you know what? This is one transition where I am more than willing to work twice as hard to market myself as a team player. I’m in a happy place now (God, I hope I just didn’t jinx myself!) and I’ve got a good feeling about all this.

Next post: introducing my freshly-castrated DK and the inspiration behind her new name.

A One-Way Ticket to New Opportunities

A One-Way Ticket to New Opportunities

I’ve made my decision: I’ll be moving to another realm — my hunter’s server, to be exact. I was promised by my significant other that he’ll take care of it soon; I just don’t know exactly when. All I know is that Blizzard/Activision is going to be $55 richer ($25 for the realm transfer, $30 for the faction change).

Yes, I’m going Alliance. And it’s breaking my heart. I’ve been mainly Horde since Day One of playing World of Warcraft, and I love my Blood Elf Death Knight so much, but recent frustrations have constrained me to take this option.

Patch 5.2: The Thunder King is likely to go live in as little as two weeks. While I normally welcome news of a new patch, new raids, new this and that, the (un)official announcement of 5.2 leaves me feeling a bit crestfallen. There are 16 bosses in this tier, and I have downed only five with my raid group, and here come more bosses for me to worry about. Yeah, a sorry five bosses on normal. And how long has this current patch been out?

I’m not a hard core raider, but I love to raid AND  I like downing bosses with efficient people who share my raiding ethic. But after MoP went live, I saw my original raid group — the ones with whom I downed Heroic: Madness of Deathwing at the tail end of Cataclysm– fall apart and since then I would find myself in a raid group comprised of people who were either very talented or very inept. And if there’s one factor that can kill my enthusiasm for raiding, it’s inconsistency.

Someone asked me, “why invest in another realm/faction transfer? Why don’t you just join another Horde guild on your current server?”

I did consider that option, but you see, I am tired. I am tired of moving to another guild where I would be navigating uncharted waters, only to find myself in another dead-end situation or worse, stuck with a bunch of assholes. This time, I want to play it safe and go for the tried-and-tested. My Alliance hunter is in a very well-established, very highly-regarded raiding guild in her realm (an Alliance-dominated one), her GM runs his guild like a pro without being an elitist jerk, they have a good number of raid teams and they get things done (like, ya know, they’ve downed 16/16 and are now working on heroics). That said, I have to shake my head at the irony I’ve been in the last year or so — my neglected alt ensconced in one of the top guilds in one of the top 40 US servers, and there was my beloved main bouncing from one dying guild/realm to another and being held back by the inconsistencies of others. But that’s MY fault — I chose to stick it out and give it one more shot….and another…and another, until my S.O. himself flipped a wig and asked me when the hell I would wake up and smell the poo-stained one-ply toilet paper, short of asking me, “doesn’t your ass hurt from all that wiping?”

And yes, yes it does, hun. Why do you think I’m switching “brands”?

Wish me luck on this move, as this is going to be the last major one I’ll be making. It’s make-or-break for my progression, my sanity and my wallet.

Raid Rehash and Reflections

Raid Rehash and Reflections

Normally I would rejoice over a boss kill and blog about it ASAP, especially one that had eluded me for the longest time for sundry frustrating reasons, but the death of my friend silenced me into a respite and period of mourning the last several days.

Now that I’ve found the strength to move on, it’s time to get back to posting and look back at the craziness that was Heroic Dragon Soul.

Heroic mode had always seemed unreachable to a casual raider like me, no matter how nerfed the raid was. Historically, I had always found myself in the middle of some stupid guild drama that saw the disintegration of my core group and my progression, forcing me to either switch guilds or servers. To borrow a line from Riggnaros (in his Manaflask interview) and paraphrase it, you can’t have just five people wanting to try heroic modes and the other half not caring. When at least half of your people are indifferent, and the pickings are slim in the guild, you’re basically screwed.

This time, I got lucky. My GM/Raid Leader formed a partnership with her close friends’ guild – comprised of the most talented and dedicated raiders I have ever met – and our 10-man efforts in a span of a week and a half resulted in several heroic boss kills, including Heroic: Madness of Deathwing.

Heroic Warmaster Blackhorn

Heroic Spine of Deathwing

Heroic Madness of Deathwing

I’m not going to lie; the fights were brutal and unforgiving. Special mention goes to Heroic: Spine of Deathwing, which deserves a layer of its own in hell, and that’s putting it mildly. It also gave me the most heroic carpal tunnel syndrome, which had me cursing, “35% nerf, my @#$%ing ass!”

My GM had to laugh. “Hey, at least we downed Heroic Madness before MoP!”

Uh huh. For a casual raider like me, it’s a big deal to down an end game boss – especially on heroic – before the next expansion hits. Heck, I didn’t get to down even normal Lich King back in Wrath no thanks to guild drama, so yeah, this Deathwing kill means A LOT to me.

But it wasn’t just the kill that gave me satisfaction. It was also the players I worked with that night — the very patient and very skilled people who never gave up no matter how many times we wiped.

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(So. Many. Skeletons.)

For the first time in my gaming life, I was with high-caliber individuals who were determined to get things done, who set aside both egos and excuses to see the raid group to the very end. They pushed me to be the best I could be that night and inspired me to keep going even when things seemed hopeless. My faith in humanity was restored. And all I could do was cry and scream at the end, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE??!!

So with that goal crossed out in my bucket list, albeit so late in this expansion, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and spend the next several days waiting for Mists of Pandaria. And I certainly hope to raid again with those fine people in the future.

Here’s to a brand new adventure for all of us!

Why I Respect My Hunter’s GM

Why I Respect My Hunter’s GM

Pardon the cheesy third-grade essay-like title, but I can’t think of another straightforward way of saying that, yup, I respect my other toon’s GM a lot and here’s why:

Last night, I logged on my been-inactive-for-too-long alliance hunter and joined an all-guild heroic ICC 25-man run to help our GM finally get his Shadowmourne.  Now before I go any further, I would like to mention the ironic situations my two oldest toons find themselves in: my most beloved, active and hyperachieving character, Cloudrunner, is forever struggling to find a guild that meets his needs and matches his dedication and work ethic. My often-neglected hunter (the former troll Anhur and now a waggling Draenei chick) is in a semi-hardcore raiding guild that is 6/8 in Heroic Dragon Soul, has four active raiding teams, at least a dozen people on during unholy hours of the day (and that number trebles during raid times) and a packed weekly raiding calendar that covers both current and old school content – and people show up! Yet I choose to forgo all these wonderful opportunities in favor of playing my Death Knight whom I love too much to bench for good. Sigh. In the meantime, I’m checking out guilds for him while he’s still licking his wounds from his last great disappointment on Exodar.

But I digress. Let me go back to my original topic.

We went to ICC – it was a fresh run – and my GM got his Shadowmourne after the Saurfang fight. Given my experience with previous legendary runs where the raid would end mid-way because so-and-so on the quest got the items he needed, I braced myself for the announcement that would call the raid off since our mission was accomplished, plus it was past 10:30 PM.

Instead, he said, “We’re finishing the run for those who still don’t have the Light of Dawn title. To those who already have it, please stay for your guildies. Let’s get them their achievements.”

Whoa, talk about totally unselfish, honorable and caring! And the most breathtaking part was how everybody willingly stayed and gave 100% of themselves to the fight, even if with their ilevel 400+ gear, they could have half-assed their efforts and called it a night. Clearly, that GM had the respect of all and sundry because he truly is a caring and dedicated leader.

But that’s not the only reason my guildies and I admire my GM so much. Here are several more of his qualities that I wish were present in others:

1. He is a man of his word. If he says he will help you, he will make good on his promise, no matter how trivial a request (like needing something from Black Temple for transmog) or something colossal (like For the Alliance). If he knows you’re on a legendary quest, he will see to it that you will get it, even if the guild already has the achievement. He believes everyone deserves a legendary and not just his close pals.

2.He doesn’t take shit from douchebags. if you’re being a dick, you get kicked out. And yes, he kicks you when you’re online! Now that is a man with BALLS.

3. He is fair but firm. He listens to both sides but in the end he makes his own conclusions and decisions and he sticks to them! Don’t agree with him? Either you put up or shut up..or it’s gkick!

4. He is not afraid to enforce his own rules. One of his ironclad rules is that you MUST be on Vent, and he doesn’t care if you know the fights or it’s just an old school raid. Coordination is sacred to him. Don’t wanna get on vent? Fine, it’s your funeral, man. I’ve seen him kick both guildies and puggies alike for stubbornly refusing to get on Vent after the first warning. Now that is a man with COJONES.

5. He doesn’t allow last minute or belated rolls. I’ve experienced winning loot only for it to be taken away from me just because some other person realized too late (like 3 minutes after I received the loot) that he could use that item, and then proceeds to roll a higher number than mine. But my GM’s take on that scenario is this: you snooze, you lose your roll. Plain and simple.

6. He knows that if he tries to please everyone, the guild will be overrun by demanding brats. In other words, he knows when to say ‘no’.

7. He doesn’t tolerate time-wasters. Nothing gets his goat more than a raid member who asks for last-minute gems and enchants 30 seconds before the first pull. /kick

8. He keeps everyone in the loop. He holds frequent guild meetings, posts important announcements on guild chat and the guild website, and makes time to privately chat with people who wish to voice their concerns discreetly.

9. He and his officers make sure that there are activities to suit every member. Whether you’re hard core or casual, there’s always something for you in the calendar. All you have to do is sign up! An active guild is a happy guild, and vice versa.

10. HE SHOWS UP FOR HIS OWN RAIDS! ‘Nuff said.

One Month, Two Guilds

One Month, Two Guilds

I just pulled my Death Knight out of his second guild.

The first guild was a joke. Over 1,000 members and no raids. I got an invite out of the blue without any form of preamble, but out of morbid curiosity, I decided to join and give them a shot. However, the GM and officers appeared to be interested only in acquiring  guild perks. Someone asked on guild chat when the first all-guild raid would be and one of the top dogs replied, to my horror, “We just need someone who knows how to set up a raid.”

No shit. You established a guild not knowing how to set up a raid? Good job!

I left.

Then mid-December, a joined a smallish guild that was looking for a “skilled DK” so I sent a tell to the GM and his wife. They seemed really nice. I was informed that raids would start after the holidays and that suited me just fine.

We started off by first doing heroics. My first run with them wasn’t exactly ideal; actually it peeved me. The GM’s brother-in-law, a resto shaman, deliberately let me die in Heroic Deadmines. His reason? ‘I don’t heal noobs who stand in fire.”

I should have yelled at the pompous son of a bitch that the reason I failed to get out of the shit in time was because my Death and Decay and other spell effects were clouding everything else that was on the f*cking floor, and DBM didn’t prompt at all. Not to mention it was my first time to do Heroic Deadmines so I was a bit of a basketcase trying not to steal aggro or break CC. Instead, I chose dignified silence.

He was a f*cking fail healer anyway. I wasn’t the only one who died there due to his lazy healing.The GM apologized to me and dealt with his retarded brother-in-law, so that kind of pacified me.

Then yesterday, we had a scheduled Blackwing Descent run. True to form, I showed up half an hour before the start time. I brought my flasks, my food buffs, iPod, favorite teddy bear, you get the picture. I’m such a girl scout, I swear.

Then guess what? Three people didn’t show up. They were our heals. And there was no way we were going to PUG Blackwing Descent, as we all know that puggies are not known to stick around after a couple of wipes. Sigh.

And today…man today was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I signed up for the all-guild heroic run scheduled at 20:00 server time. In fact, I was the first one to respond. I showed up half an hour before the start time (as usual) and suddenly our GM whispers me bad news: because their buddy tank needed baby-sitting in heroics, they needed to bring DPS that can do crowd control for his sake. In other words, I was out of the run.

Well FML.

So much for needing a skilled DK to fill their slots. Hell, I’m not paying $15 a month to be a friggin’ bench warmer. Go find someone else who’s willing to put up with that shit.

I left.

I logged out before he could say anything.

I switched to my hunter and did Blackwing Lair to get my mind off the irritation. It was a fun, crazy 5-man run, and I got the achievement. I also joined the weekly raid in Naxxramas out of boredom (and hey, easy free Justice Points!). It felt good to raid again, even if they were old school raids and done with a mix of random folks.

Sure beats warming the bench with my ass. Ha!

Top Guild Rivalry

Top Guild Rivalry

Current and former Tundramen have called Borean Tundra every bad name known to man and orc. Call it whatever you want, it’s still home to me. I play on several other servers but I spend more time here. What makes BT unique for me is its cast of characters that pepper Trade Chat with their prose and inanity, successfully eliciting reactions that run the entire spectrum of emotions, plus the struggles that come from being outnumbered by the Alliance, wanting to get a Realm First on everything, and proving to the world that Horde is still cooler than the Alliance, no matter how many Wintergrasp victories those Goody Two Shoes have earned.

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IT WOULDN’T BE BOREAN TUNDRA WITHOUT…

TOP GUILD RIVALRY REARING ITS UGLY HEAD IN TRADE CHAT

Guild Rivalry - Trade Chat

Wonder what the Catalyst people have to say about Outläwkîñg’s remark?

The Guild Trip: Zerging Down Memory Lane – Part 1

The Guild Trip: Zerging Down Memory Lane – Part 1

I nearly fell off my seat when I found out that the raid leader of our ICC core group left the guild. I asked a guildie what happened while I was indisposed (am still nursing a bad cold, actually) and he said that basically, the dude wasn’t happy about not getting promoted to his desired position.

Then next thing I knew, Ruby Sanctum 10-man was canceled (well, the dude who sent the invite was the same guy who left so…).

/panic attack

Relax, girl, relax. It’s only one guy. One guy leaving ain’t gonna tear down the guild.

If I seem paranoid, there’s a reason and a history behind it. I’ve been in several guilds before, all of them major, major disappointments. I’d hate to think that I’m destined to jump ship again someday, because I’ve been very happy so far with Good Intentions and I’m hoping I’ve finally found true love.

I’m not an inveterate guild hopper by nature; I consider myself a very loyal guild member, regardless of my position. I’m not a position whore..wait that sounded wrong, let me rephrase that: I don’t give a hoot if I’m an officer or not. It’s only a game and not real life where you must jockey and play office politics to get to the top – an act that unfortunately is required if you want to make it in a dog-eat-dog world. I play WoW to have fun AND get away from office politics and other real-life drama. As long as I’m able to raid and all guildies respect one another and loot rules are fair and there’s no blatant favoritism, I’m as happy as a clam.

Let’s take a trip down memory lane and look at what I’ve been through since I rolled my first and main toon Anhur:

First Guild: DEATH SQUAD

Description: Orphaned on the day it was born.

Anhur was a wee hunter (at level 5) getting lost in Durotar and getting violated by random boars and scorpids on his way to Razor Hill when some dude named Zarga (sheesh, I still remember his name) shoved a guild charter in his face. Guild was formed, then GM recruited about a dozen level 1-20 players, only to go the way of Amelia Earhart.

I stayed there until I was like level 40 or 41 because for some reason I didn’t want to run around without  a guild name tag hovering above my troll head. Sad but true. Sadder was the fact that I was the ONLY active member.

Then one day, Zarga suddenly popped in but stayed only for a minute. I happened to be in Orgrimmar and something compelled me to check the guild bank. I saw he had cleaned out the guild contributions — majority donated by yours truly. I wrote him a Dear John letter telling him to shove a dynamite up his rectum but he never replied.

I left.

Second Guild: SHADOW HEART

Description: Where cliques rule and everyone else is a Grats Man.

Anhur was minding his own business in Undercity when he got the invite to join Shadow Heart. He was probably in his level 50’s when he became a member of that guild run by the boyfriend-girlfriend team of Skeksis and Razmatazz. It was a fairly large guild with a lot of active players, so it all looked promising to me.

Yeah, my hunter had a promising career as a Grats Man.

WTF is a Grats Man?

In my lexicon, a Grats Man is a guild member who barely gets any help from the leaders and is relegated to the sidelines as a bench-warming token guildie with the excruciating duty to say “grats” every time someone nabs an achievement. His existence is only acknowledged when

  • a key raiding member suddenly becomes unavailable on the day of an important raid, and that’s the only time he gets an invite. It gets to the point when Poor Ol’ Grats Man starts wishing for someone in the core raiding group to get hit by a truck and die so he can fill that slot permanently;
  • One of the leaders is leveling an alt and wants to be carried in Hellfire Ramparts, and Grats Man is the only level 80 online

And that’s precisely what happened to my Anhur. I leveled that hunter of mine as fast as possible to 80 if only to show Skeksis and Skanky, I mean, Razmatazz that I was serious about joining them in future raids. Hell, I even contributed a lot of gold to their guild bank to also show I was committed to the growth of the guild. And in return, what did I get?

F*cking nothing.

I remember when Anhur was in his mid-70’s struggling with a quest in Dragonblight. He had to kill some elite magnataur, and I asked on guild chat who could help me. Skeksis said, “Where are you?” I thought he was going to ask me to send him an invite so he could assist me but nooooooooooo, I was dead wrong. He merely followed with the jackass statement, “K, but I’m all the way here in Orgrimmar” and said no more.

Silence.

Until one guildie named Onetoprofit replied, “I’ll help you.”

And that dude happened to be in Orgrimmar as well. Yet he went out of his way to help me. I was so touched I nearly cried.

It was not the first and last time Onetoprofit helped me. He was so damn nice to me I developed a bit of a toon crush on him (but that’s for another post).

Going back to the bf/gf tandem: they always took the same bunch of people with them to Naxxramas, with no thought of rotating members. They had  a pretty tight clique and us benchwarmers remained benchwarmers. Then Skeksis and Razmatazz decided to merge our guild with another one called F E A R, and things got even more frustrating, as the leaders clashed and all promises of bringing all fresh 80s to Naxx and eventually Ulduar disappeared.

I left.

Then the next thing I knew, Skeksis and Razmatazz switched to Alliance. I figured, good, I could finally get the chance to kill them in Wintergrasp.

They didn’t stay Alliance for too long, though. They moved back to Horde, tried to revive Shadow Heart to no success, and are currently in Risen from the Asstards, I mean, Ashes, where ambitious little Razmatazz finally got her Kingslayer title and where she sucks up to Outläwkîñg like a porn actress to her co-star. I once saw her on the steps of the Dalaran bank making all these /hug and /salute gestures at Outläwkîñg, who didn’t publicly return the affection. Ha!

Well, she got her raid slot and title by sucking all the way to the top. But that doesn’t change the fact that she and her stupid little boyfriend were lousy, inconsiderate guild masters.

To be continued...

No DKS Allowed: What a D-Bag But At Least I Found a Happy Home

No DKS Allowed: What a D-Bag But At Least I Found a Happy Home

Here is proof that Death Knights don’t get a lot of love on my server:

Trade Caht - No DKs allowed

Gil must have used that macros AT LEAST seven times in Trade chat, I had no hesitation reporting him for spam. Now if I could only report him for class discrimination…

That guy was in my former guild Obamunism where I stayed for a mere few weeks until I decided it wasn’t the right guild for me. Why and when did I realize that it wasn’t the right guild for me? Here are the reasons:

Two weeks ago, my Cloudrunner was in an ICC 25-man headed by my former GM Angryorcface. The raid was comprised of several Obamunism members plus several non-guildies. We didn’t have the numbers to meet the 25-man contingent so PUGging was a necessary evil.

One of the “puggies” was a belf chick pally named ßellaatheña who won the roll on Bryntroll, the Bone Arbiter from Lord Marrowgar. That night was her lucky night as she also won the Ahn’kahar Onyx Neckguard that dropped from Lady Deathwhisper. I rolled on the necklace was well, and unfortunately my roll was only second highest.

People in the raid started grumbling about how loot rules were not clearly established and that it wasn’t fair that she won two things (to which I agreed). Angryorcface then ordered ßellaatheña to give me the necklace, in the spirit of fairness. She didn’t reply. I figured she’d hand it to me in a little bit.

Well, I was wrong. Dead wrong. Bitch held on to the necklace like a hooker to her John.

After the Gunship Battle, we proceeded to the Plagueworks where THIS dropped from trash mobs. Naturally I rolled on it (hey, it was a DPS ring!) and guess what? I got the highest roll. But did Angryorcface, Mr. Loot Master, give it to me? Hell f*cking no. He said: “Cloud, I’m giving this to the second highest roller since you already have the necklace.”

I already have the necklace? Really? Last I checked it was still with the bitch. And boy, how she refused to give it up! Even the player who was given the ring didn’t want to hand it over to me, even after my GM pleaded with her.

Angryorcface, realizing his own mess-up, whispered his apologies to me and said he will give me two Primordial Saronite bars to make up for everything. I said, sure no prob.

Fast forward to a couple more days. No Primordial Saronite from my GM, and to add insult to injury, ßellaatheña was invited to the guild and promoted to Rank 2. Oooh boy, someone’s been sleeping with one of the bosses.

F*ck this, I told myself. I don’t deserve this kind of treatment! And what kind of GM would not fulfill his own end of the bargain?

Luckily, my friend Bloodsoed happened to be online to cheer me up and invited me to a random along with some nice dude named Cmscorpieo from the guild Good Intentions. Now Good Intentions was a guild I’d PUGged with a few times, and they earned my admiration on Day One mainly because of how relaxed they are even in the face of a million wipes. Wipe, rez, repeat. No hissy fits. The added bonus: one of their male members has absolutely the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard on Vent (but that’s for another post!). LOL.

Anyhoo, after a bit of hemming and hawing (I can be shy, you know), I asked Cmscorpieo if I could join their guild and if I could also bring along my good buddy Denefblah. No problem, he said. The thing was, Den was away camping with family, and Den and I always left our former guilds together. We were joined at the hip, so to speak. But f*ck it, I was itching to leave Obamunism and its lame loot rules and equally lame people (though I don’t hate all of them, mind you). I messaged him on Facebook, telling him I was jumping ship and to just follow me the second he gets back.

And that’s how I ended up with Good Intentions.

I’ve been in a number of guilds before and back then often found myself lost and confused and unwanted (as dramatic as that sounds). But that’s for another post, guys, and in the meantime, I am quite happy with my new guild. I am raiding and making new friends and gearing myself to the teeth. Cloudrunner sometimes has to take a back seat to my hunter Anhur depending on raid composition needs but this time, I absolutely don’t mind.

That’s how content I am.

So thank you, Good Intentions, for making me feel so welcome.

And ßellaatheña darling? Go shove that necklace up your bloody ass right now. Might as well include Bryntroll. I’m sure they’ll fit.

Good night.