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I never thought that this would happen. Oh sure, I’ve put World of Warcraft aside plenty of times, for many reasons. And yes, even for other games. But…I never thought that it would be for THIS game.
I don’t play FPS games. I have never enjoyed nor could get the hang of them. The closest to an FPS that I have played AND enjoyed was Bioshock. I would say that counts. It’s in first person and you shoot stuff, the simplest definition. I think because I played it on PC that it felt easy and not so FPS-y. I also played Oblivion in first person, but…well that game is altogether different. I’ve also had a few runs in Quake III on slow Fridays at the office with co-workers. That might be the only game in that list that technically counts as an FPS, arena style, of course. But still, I never imagined playing or enjoying THIS game…
Yes, I’m talking about Call of Duty: Black Ops, for Xbox.
My close friends, whom I have clocked countless WoW hours with, have been big fans of the CoD franchise for years. Every time a new game comes out, they devote at least 2 weeks to that game alone. And every time, they’ve tried to get my husband and I to join. My husband actually bought CoD 4 shortly after its release, but never really got into playing online. Between the cost of Xbox Live and our shitty wireless router at the time, it just wasn’t worth it.
After CoD Black Ops (or simply “Blops”) was out for a while, and our friends had prestiged a few times, we finally picked up the game. The game and Xbox Live were both on sale, making it tough to pass up. I played as a guest to my husband’s player for about a week and realized I was hooked. To my complete surprise, I was genuinely addicted like I get with my favorite RPGs. So, luckily Xbox Live was still running a promotion…
I have never played a game that caused me to shout so many profanities, while still having so much fun, like Blops does. No, I don’t always know quite what gun to use, and sometimes I opt for the infamous “Noob-Tube” attachment, but there’s a lot of camaraderie when running into unknown danger with your teammates, armed and ready to unload a few rounds into the enemy, or sneak up and slit a few throats.
I miss healing, shape-shifting, and magic…but, guns really are a lot of fun.
My group of friends and I have all hit 85 and recently gotten our item level up to (and beyond) the minimum of 329 to run heroic dungeons. What I have learned after attempting two different heroics is that just because you’ve hit the minimum does not mean you’re ready. My item level might be where the game says it needs to be to walk into the door of the instance, but my stats certainly are not where they need to be.
As it stands, my friends don’t seem to be having the same problem I am having. My main issue is mana. After replacing my last piece of Wrath gear, I took a major hit to my mana pool as I sacrificed a great deal of Intellect for Mastery. I’m not entirely sure I should have done that just yet, but it did get my item level to 329. But that brings me back to my original point: should one trade needed stats for item level?
It’s just like how I mentioned in my last post that my Gearscore was suffering with the new gear I was picking up. I wasn’t going to keep old gear just because my numbers were going down. Right now, my Gearscore is just under 7k after replacing all of my Wrath pieces, which is about a 1200-point increase. So maybe I shouldn’t be worried about my item level just yet; it will happen as I pick up good gear.
My plan? Grind regular dungeons for rep and collect gear from the new factions. The tank in our group already has a few “purples” from doing that (lucky for me, that makes him easier to heal). The new heroics are hard enough with learning the fights, coordinating them, and staying alive in general, without having mana issues.
So, Intellect is the #1 stat for Resto Druids now, and I see why. Whether it’s an endurance fight, or a high damage fight, a mana pool of 80k or more is probably ideal. I was around 73k (unbuffed) before I swapped out that trinket, leaving me with roughly 67k, so I have a ways to go before I’ll feel I have the ability to heal us through a heroic.
Once I have adequate mana and complete a heroic, I will have an update. Until then, this cow is saying “oooooom!”
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, and even longer since I’ve rambled on about World of Warcraft. But, of course, I got Cataclysm right away and have been playing [casually] since. I am a few bars into 84 and expect to hit 85 this weekend. So far, I love it. Love the new areas, the flying, all the cinematics, the quests, and I even may or may not have played a Worgen to level 5…(best starting quest line EVER). I haven’t yet played a Goblin, but I did create my little Finkelsteen.
Another thing I’m loving are the new 5-man dungeons. The bosses are technical and fun to figure out. And at first, it was easy. My irl pals and I 4-manned the dungeon in Blackrock with no trouble at all, with no new gear. I have to say, I was feeling pretty L337. That was, until, I started picking up new gear.
I was resistant to trading my “Purples” for “Greens”, but the item levels and stats couldn’t be argued with. My Gear Score has been fluctuating, but I’m thinking it’s sort of flawed until getting higher level gear. The one thing I noticed right away with my new pieces is that Intellect and Stamina are high, and Spirit is almost nonexistent. Haste is here and there, which I try to go for. Or at least, I was. With the changes to my healing spells, I figured I needed more haste to use Nourish and Regrowth effectively. I was happy to see a lot of the new gear I was picking up had an increase in haste for me. But, before long, I was ooming near the end of every large encounter. I know these are new dungeons and they are supposed to be difficult, but it’s still frustrating. I was relying on Spirit to regenerate my mana during fights, but now I have a large mana pool that gets zapped very quickly. I think one thing I need to change is the way I heal.
I’m so used to keeping my group topped off in the Wrath dungeons, since they were so easy in the end, that I haven’t been able to let that go for these more difficult instances. I have the natural reaction to heal anyone taking damage, and thus, my mana drops fast. I know gear isn’t going to fix this problem for a long time. So between the changes to my healing spells, stats, and new difficulty, I just need to relearn. As I’m sure every Resto Druid is feeling right now, and has been for a while.
So, I will try to post updates as I learn more about being a Tree in Cataclysm. Can I even still call myself a Tree?
Last weekend I went to the Uproar Tour in Chicago (Tinley Park) with my husband, my friend, and her boyfriend. My only reason for going was to see Avenged Sevenfold, and since the tour didn’t make it to Michigan, we had to road-trip it to Chicago. And actually, we figured that might make for a bigger show, since, well, no one wants to come to Michigan. Many of the times I saw Avenged Sevenfold perform were at very small venues—with no room for pyrotechnics or elaborate stage antics. Not to mention, I had never seen them at an outdoor venue.
We opted for actual seats at the amphitheater, after reading reviews online. Lawn seats were cheap, but shitty. Our seats were in the last row under the pavilion, with our backs to the walkway, and the lawn right behind that. Those kids were crammed up against the gates like a herd of cattle getting ready to load onto the truck to the slaughterhouse. And behind them, I’m not sure anyone could see. Being in the last row had its benefits too. The security guards shooed people away anytime someone came to stand behind us, which meant that not only would we not to deal with the random drunk people that kept sneaking up, but we also had the wide open space for the breeze to blow by. And it was much needed.
Before we headed to our seats, we walked around the venue, looked at shirts, grabbed some beer and free Rockstar, and made our way to the Jagermeister stage to catch Hellyeah. Hellyeah just might be the worst band I have ever seen. Now, I wasn’t a fan of their music to begin with, just not my taste, but usually I can stand anything live, if the band puts on a good show. Not only did I not enjoy the music, buy they were a bunch of assholes on stage. The singer (I don’t even care what his name is) told the audience to punch people in the face if they saw anyone throw stuff. He also said something about if anyone doesn’t know who they are, fuck you. He also yelled at people who left the crowd before they were done, something along the lines of “Yeah I see you leaving, fuck you!” Maybe someone should have reminded them that they were on the SMALL STAGE. But, the fans ate that shit up. Probably because they were a bunch of the trashiest white trash I have ever seen in my life. I am not joking. Hellyeah must support inbreeding or something for that kind of a crowd to exist. For those of you who are fans, hopefully seeing that performance changed your mind, but I doubt it would. If you are a fan and haven’t seen them yet, just put on your headphones and listen to their music, then head to Wal-Mart and just start yelling at random people to fuck off. That’s pretty much it.
So after that experience, we wandered around a bit more, then headed to our seats to catch the last half of Halestorm’s performance. Again, I wasn’t a huge fan, but they put on a good show, and the singer has a killer voice. Their drummer was pretty badass as well. I could appreciate their music. Next was Stone Sour. I don’t even remember the performance really, I must have been bored. I just remember thinking, “Why are all these guys bald?”
And then there was Avenged Sevenfold. They NEVER disappoint. They came out strong and the crowd went insane. From the hanging man during Nightmare to the flaming gates during Buried Alive, my heart raced the entire time. The show was, of course, bittersweet. Seeing Mike Portnoy was amazing, but my heart was broken to know it would never be The Rev up there again. And when Critical Acclaim played and they got to the part where The Rev sings, I fuckin lost it. I wasn’t even expecting to lose it. Here I am singing along and I just fuckin choked on the words. I couldn’t even breathe for a second. I regained my composure as the show went on, but then they played So Far Away and I cried the entire time. Not like a blubbering 16-year-old girl, but still, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks. Didn’t help that they had a huge photo of the guys hugging, with The Rev’s back facing the audience, hanging behind the stage for the song. It kills me even now thinking about it. Not just that we lost a great musician, but that Avenged Sevenfold, the guys, lost a best friend, a brother. That shit is tough. But they put on a helluva show, as always. One of my favorite things about those guys is how much they appreciate and respect their fans. It’s like one big fucking amazing family. I hope they continue making music and touring, but if not, I am so glad I got to see them one more time.
Now, usually I don’t stick around after Avenged Sevenfold plays, because so far there hasn’t been a band that follows them that I care to see. But, our friends wanted to see Disturbed (huge fans), so we stuck around. They put on a damn good show too. Wild light show and pyrotechnics, and fucking loud. Actually, I thought David’s mic was a bit too loud compared to the music, especially for his singing style. Those screeches and screams were ear-bleeding. My only other criticism is on the outfit David was wearing. Sleeveless jumpsuit…it was not attractive. Not that that’s what he was going for, but the man is pudgy. And that’s being nice. The second song started and the guy was dripping with sweat already. And he hardly moved around the stage. Ok, that aside, they put on a great show, and I actually enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing our friends enjoy them more than that even.
The evening continued with drinking, a stop at Buffalo Wild Wings (until they called last call at 12:20am WTF?), back to the hotel bar til last call again, then passing out while watching Comedy Central in our shared room. Good times.
So, it was a great weekend. Worth the drive to Chicago for sure. I hope every Avenged Sevenfold fan gets the chance to see them perform live. SKULL!
I finally did it. I “deactivated” my Facebook account. Not because of the non-stop Farmville and Mafia Wars requests, or all the quizzes and ridiculous group pages people share, but because of my own friends and family. Not all of them, but, well, enough is enough.
When did Facebook turn into a way for people to be freely nosey? Yes, I know, don’t put stuff on the interwebs that you wouldn’t want your mother to see/read. Well, I don’t know about you, but my mother, grandmother, and plethora of aunts, uncles, and cousins are all on Facebook. But isn’t that the point? To connect with these people and share photos of your latest vacation, send invitations to your Summer barbecue, and post “Hey, how’s it going?” messages to each others’ “Wall”? Sadly though, something else has happened. And I don’t know how or why, but Facebook has changed us.
Maybe we’re all just used to the days where MySpace ruled the social media realm. Where almost anything seemed to go. It wasn’t about sharing photos and staying connected, it was about slamming your friend’s page with comments and glittery, animated gif images. It was about having the coolest page and showing yourself off, whoever you might be. Which is exactly why I quit MySpace. It just got old. I decided I’d join Facebook and leave MySpace to the pre-teens, porn stars, and musicians.
For me, Facebook was a place to keep in touch with my family, especially as more and more of them joined. When I got married last year, everyone was anxious to see photos. When my husband and I went through the process of buying our first home, everyone kept in touch to see how things were going. And when we sealed the deal, I was sure to post pictures of our beautiful new home.
But…when things were not so peaches and cream, I wasn’t always great about holding my tongue. And that’s just the kind of person I am. But hey, my gramma wasn’t always on Facebook. So, my friends and family got to share in my colorful language and often random thoughts of the day. And if they didn’t like it, they could always hide my posts. Or even request that I hide my post from them. But no, I found more often that I got scolded or even removed from “friends” lists. It’s give and take though, and often times just plain amusing.
But that’s me. That’s my life and my choices, and all that other garbage. I decide which things to share, and what to keep private. And by “private”, I don’t mean posting it and only letting certain people see. I mean that I DO NOT POST IT. Afterall, we know how awesome Facebook is with privacy. What’s private today may not be tomorrow, or the next time they decide to revamp things. Not only that, but it seems that a lot of people using Facebook can’t keep up with the changes, and therefore don’t even know how to control their privacy.
Now here is what really gets my britches in a bunch: People using Facebook to attack one another publicly and using Facebook to avoid taking private matters into private conversations, like talking in person or on the phone.
Your wife just left you for her personal trainer? Fantastic! You don’t need to share that on Facebook. Oops, you did already? And your mother saw it and scolded you in front of everyone for QQing about it on Facebook? Great! Now both of you GTF off of Facebook and have a phone conversation!! PLEASE.
You hate your life? Yippie! Oh, you told everyone on Facebook to fuck off and leave you alone? Awesome! Now your Grandma is upset that you could say such hurtful things. I guess you forgot she was your Facebook friend. Block your Grandma from seeing your status updates if you’re going to attack everyone you know, especially those who take things personally and don’t understand what you’re actually going through. Oh, you want people to understand what you’re going through? Write an email or pick up the phone!
You have a piece of advice you’d like your sister to know? Nice! You posted it as a status update, making it obvious that you want someone to know something but you don’t really want to say it to their face so you’ll let everyone try to guess who your piece of advice is for, even though it’s pretty clear because people are nosey and will figure it out? Well isn’t that special! If you have something to say, talk to the person directly. No one cares for your condescending advice. They only care to try to figure out what issues you and your sister are having…because they are nosey.
So, those are my leftover feelings and reasons for “deactivating” my Facebook account. Aside from that, I feel a sense of relief that I no longer have to be a part of the nonsense. As for my nonsense, oh it can still be found here, and on Twitter. Mwahahaaa!
Isn’t it time to put down those games?
Time to stop wandering, put wondering into action.
Sometimes I wish I were more like you, or him, or her.
To see what you see when you look at the world, when you look at me.
Does a light shine on you, or are you just as much in the dark?
Scraping up every scrap of this and that, looking for answers.
Does truth come from endless pages of endless books?
Words written by those who think they’ve found something.
Perhaps it’s all a simple misunderstanding.
Perhaps there’s nothing to understand at all.
Wondering, wandering, wishing, searching, retching.
Buried under questions with no one to answer.
Will death bring satisfaction?
Or will you put in fifty cents to continue your game?
We did it! We finally downed Rotface in 25-man ICC! After soooo many attempts for the last several weeks, we decided to make some last minute adjustments for our final attempt of the night. We were close to our raid cutoff time and out to give it one last shot, all or nuthin’. With our first attempt at 10%, and getting worse from there as the night went on, it seemed anything could happen.
So, after arguing whether it was the heals or the dps that needed to be better, the raid leaders made the decision to throw in 2 more healers. Yes, we had 8 healers during out last fight. I let out a sigh to my fellow tree, thinking that this would only prolong the fight and result in an overwhelming amount of oozes with not enough of the boss’ health cut down. We had tried this method a while back with no luck, so it just seemed ridiculous to try again.
The issues was that people were being hit by oozes, slimespray, and ooze puddles too much with no chance of a heal. So, to fix the coordination problem, we upped the heals. It was quickly obvious the difference this made. Everyone remained pretty well topped off in health, which made focusing on the tank a lot less stressful. Near the end, oozes were everywhere and explosions were happening on top of each other. With about half the raid left standing, including our 2 tanks (and myself, of course), we pushed as hard as we could until we saw the monster come crashing down in a gloriously disgusting array.
The cheers were halfhearted as we realized it was mostly luck combined with overpowered heals that got us through. Changes will have to be made in order to do it again, but the changes are at least a bit more visible now. And, we even got a video of the fight, so not only proof, but a learning tool.
As for me, I was excited to see a Resto Druid helm drop, though I knew I was low on the EPGP priority from winning 2 pieces of gear during the last raid. I still have no idea how I won it. And being that I had just purchased my tier10 helm only days earlier, this replacement was only a good, minor upgrade. So, I asked my fellow tree, who missed last raid due to illness, if he would like the helm. It was a much better, and much needed upgrade for him. And besides that, I would have dropped so far below everyone in PR that I probably wouldn’t have recovered for weeks! But seriously, I was happy to offer it to him 🙂
As for you, Festergut, you’re next.