Written by | Posted November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm Deconstruction

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

Ode to a ‘Splody Bat Man
comment 3 Written by on March 20, 2008 – 7:24 am

This was given to me by Shugotenshi, who was there at its original telling by Ninquelote, on the Feathermoon server. I did not witness the original telling, but I have so loved this poem that I found it needed to be transcribed. I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I did (and still do).

Also – this is one of the reasons that I was so happy to hear that the bat men do, in fact, explode again (they were nerfed for awhile), even though nobody really does much with Zul’Gurub anymore.

batrider*

Ode to the ‘Splody Bat Man
By Ninquelote

Transversing Zul’Gurub? Oh, Traveler, Beware!
There’s more than the stench of troll pong in the air.
There’s snake pong! And spider pong! (a pong quite unmatched!)
And bat rider pong with bat rider attached!

I met a bat rider who left such an impression
That, once healed, I composed this poetic digression:
Ode to a ‘Splody Bat Man!

Oh joyous bat rider, you soar through the sky,
And the troll-children wave as your bat-train flits by,
How your bats fill the air with shrill chirps and sharp pong!
Oh what happy bats they must be, sailing along…

But all is not well, for buried in side you
Is the terrible charge which will wholly divide you.
And when war is afoot and the battle turns ill,
You turn victory pyrrhic with a most bitter pill.

For your eyes, they glow red, and you cackle with glee
At the messy and painful surprise there will be!
And, muttering a magical, sulphurous ode…
You ’SPLODE!

You ‘splode with a vengeance! Not some little “pop!”
You make a plateau from the green mountaintop!
The warriors clad in fel, magical gear,
Are half turned to jelly, and half disappear!

The rogues, oh so dodgy, just cease to exist!
They can’t dodge the furious bone-filled red mist.
And the cloth-clad folks, hapless (though farther away)
Are equally slain for their role in the fray.

I gaze at the carnage, the mountain laid bare
And pick little bits of bat guts from my hair
And I wonder how someone who loves his bats so
Could turn them to mincemeat in one ‘splody blow.

Are you catty or batty? A fiend or a freak?
Your repair bill alone must be 10 gold a week!
What could possible drive you to this crazed solution
That calls for the loss of your own constitution?

Are the benefits good? Do the troll-women flock?
As you stride from that troll-hospital down the block?
Do your parents say proudly, “Here lies Dear K0rr0siv.
He transcended dysfunction; went straight to explosive!”

I flat out don’t get why you’d take such a task,
But there isn’t much left of you for me to ask.
So I’ll get back to grooming, and go back to town,
And stare in the distance, and mutter, and frown.

And I’ll try to determine as best as I can,
What drives the demise of the ‘Splody Bat Man.

*image from www.wowwiki.com

Ventrilo – Finding my comfort zone
comment 3 Written by on March 19, 2008 – 8:08 am

tin-tele

Every voice chat server has it’s rules – sometimes unspoken, but sometimes explicitly laid out. This is, I think, a good thing – usually it’s nice to know whether or not you’re going to hear large amounts of profanity through your speakers at any given time, particularly if you have nublets/small-fry/rugrats/sprogs (hi Leafy! I used your word!) in your home.

But sometimes even those rules are unable to give you an adequate picture of what you’ll hear, and whether or not you’ll be comfortable with it.

I’ve participated in the following kinds of ventrilo/teamspeak experiences:

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It’s Tuesday morning – do you know where your characters are?
comment 3 Written by on March 18, 2008 – 6:40 am

hamsterEvery Tuesday morning we get this little forced break, of sorts, while Blizzard cleans the hamster cages*. The game is down; the servers are down; the forums are probably down (if not, they’re slower than molasses in January); the armory is down. Ok, well the armory is down a lot more often than just Tuesdays, but you get the drift.

Because I usually work afternoons, my mornings are spent taking care of various other things around the apartment and keeping up with the Blog Azeroth folks. So maintenance doesn’t really mean much for me, other than having more people than usual in the Feathermoon IRC channel and the BlogAzeroth chat room, and maybe getting ahead on the blog posts for the week.

I was wondering though – does the weekly maintenance really have much of an effect on you? Sometimes if it runs long and I happen to have the day off, it’s a bit annoying, but I don’t find that it cramps my style too much. Do you have things that you do or don’t do on Tuesday mornings because of the server outage?

Oh – and in case you were wondering… your characters are probably out, enjoying the party.

*since obviously it’s a bunch of hamsters running on squeaky wheels that run the authentication servers lately.

Shaman, Heal Thyself?
comment 8 Written by on March 17, 2008 – 8:25 am

delphi2 *

So The Game Dame asked an excellent question in a comment on my previous post: Things You Should Know About Shaman. She writes:

What’s your opinion on whether or not a shaman should be expected to heal himself if he is not the designated healer?

Honestly? It depends. For the most part though, I would say no – with some exceptions.

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Deconstruction

November 19, 2013 – 4:46 pm

Bad things are happening in Stormwind – and beyond.

The Hand of Lothar, they call themselves.

Yva Darrows was their first target.

Tirith and Aely were their second and third.

They have since… expanded their reach and escalated their methods …

Patrol

November 13, 2013 – 9:59 am

The cathedral bells stop ringing overnight, except for chiming the hours. Three bell strikes, and Angoleth padded softly around another corner of the Cathedral District, staying carefully in the shadows. Trained ears picked up Mogget’s soft breathing – nearly inaudible …

Riders in Lordaeron – Memory

November 7, 2013 – 1:33 pm

(Written by Jolly, Tarquin, and Annalea)

The highlands of Lordaeron were not for the faint of heart; be it the putrescence of the Scourge’s long-lingering remnant, or the rock-strewn hills and valleys that made farmers out of only the most …

Riders of Lordaeron – Logistics

September 13, 2013 – 7:11 pm

(With Tarquin and Annalea)

Once more, four people made their way through the thickets and hills of Lordaeron, this time in the crisp chill of late morning, seeking after the Rider. Aelflaed had snatched what sleep she could while Chryste …

Riders of Lordaeron – Problematic

September 11, 2013 – 9:47 am

(With Tarquin)

She hadn’t wanted to leave Jolly – not so soon after finding him again – but once away, it took about five minutes for Aely to figure out she had a problem.

That problem had just announced that …

Riders of Lordaeron: Arrangements

September 9, 2013 – 10:05 am

It was an uneasy goodbye for him, but it was agreed by both he and Aely that a stroll back to Hearthglen would not be very easy to explain, nor would the explanation needed for the three Argent soldiers once …

Riders of Lordaeron

September 7, 2013 – 9:02 am

“Light sent me ye when I needed ye afore – an’ now again when I need ye. I canna ask fir more than tha’.” She sighed and slung the shield back across her shoulders. “It’s… Light. Been awhile hasna it? …

Dark Rider of Lordaeron (Part 4)

September 6, 2013 – 2:02 pm

She blinked, but did not drop either of her shields. “Aye, though I’ve been Caltrains fir th’ last near three years. Canna say I’ve any memory ay ye.”

“Yeh’ve far moar’n yeh realize,” he replied evenly, his grip tightening on …

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