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Oculus Can Die

And why my game sucks. A tale of disconnects and not-drake-getting woe.

It was a normal night in Dalaran. I’d just Trick or Treated and got yet more bloody candy, people were whining in trade about something or other, and Dan was talking about Paladin tanks. When all of a sudden he turned around and said, “I’m going to do a heroic, want in?”

I didn’t reply straight away, which led to Dan then saying, “I can do one on my own if you want?”

To which I replied, “Hell no, invite me, somebody needs to top the meters.” Yes, I am enjoying the overpowerediness of Shadow Priests at the moment, you would too if you played one in TBC.. the memories of Moonkins overtaking me on damage still haunts me to this day.

So we queued up, and of course, the group popped up almost instantly, for Dan isn’t just a Paladin, he is a Protection Paladin! That means he gets punched in the face a lot.

Then we see this:

“Hoorah!” Said we, for that was indeed the main reason we still do random heroics – we both want to ride the Reins of the Blue Internet Dragon.

We entered, and meeted and greeted, and I immediately decided that the Warlock was my favourite because he said, “Hello :)” which had a smiley face, and everybody likes smiley faces. The Rogue ran ahead, Dan cursed, and onwards we went – nothing really out of the ordinary.

I grabbed myself a green internet dragon, as did the Warlock, which was lucky when you learn what happened.

We pulled the last boss, who happened to be a particularly large blue internet dragon (see: above), and all was going well, until I saw: “You have been disconnected from the server.” I got back in pretty swiftly, not wishing to miss my chance at flying on the Reins of the Blue Internet Dragon, but my loading screen was stuck. I had to alt-f4 and try again. I’d missed most of the fight, so it really was lucky that we had two green internet dragons and not just one. This time I loaded in, and really, by this point, you’d think it would be the glorious moment.

It wasn’t. I was sad.

The End.

Seithir’s Dream

This is a little something I wrote a while ago, thought I’d post it. Admittedly, it was never really going anywhere, but hopefully one day I’ll stick an ending on it. Go easy on me!

In the pale twilight she waited, but for what she was unsure, she was just aware that whatever it was, it was desperately important. Her bright, chestnut hair fluttered in the breeze as she stared into the distance, watching the birds dance through the sky. The glow of her green eyes pierced the horizon.

Every evening she would sit here, in Eversong Woods, watching the sun set, waiting for the night to fall waiting for something to happen. It never did.

The moment the sky would turn to purple, she would mount her Ram, Cern, and start heading back towards the lustrous Silvermoon City.

“Back again are we, Miss Seithir?” The heady Innkeeper shouted over the din of the bar noise.

The young Blood Elf girl simply rolled her eyes and sat in the corner, shortly after a glass of pinoit appearing in front of her. This was the regular order of her day. She had no time for these drunks and maniacs, she had a dream to chase and she wasn’t about to stop until she’d caught it full pelt.

Once upon a time, this bar, this city in fact, was fairly strictly full of Blood Elves. No Alliance would enter any more, no Horde could enter without losing their heads. These days, the races of the Horde seemed to quite happily mix, or at least, attempt to, with the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City. Seithir watched as a red haired Troll hit on a curly haired, blonde Blood Elf just across from her. She found this amusing, they always received the same answer. Smack. “Sorry t’ bother ye..”