Thursday Thoughts April 21, 2011Posted by Stormy in General Whinging, Sweating Bullet Points, Tank Girl.
The Easter weekend is coming up, and many of you are probably toddling of to see family and friends, eat lots of ham, overdose on chocolate bunny ears and maybe do churchy things, so I figured it was time for a quick screenshot and brain dump before the holiday weekend. I’ll keep it short and sweet…like me!
The unthinkable has happened. I’m generally horrible at keeping my professions leveled as I level a new toon, and I’m notorious for spending my first few days at 85 going back to EK/Outland/Northrend to gather mats and get those last two or three hundred points. Not this time! 525 Engineering, baby! My Inscription is at 510, and Miss Tank Girl is only level 77! Total gold spent leveling Engineering: less than 4K. I win at life.
The Engineering didn’t come easy, though. There was bloodshed. Well, oil shed. See, I have this intense rivalry with the Fel Reaver. Every time I level through Hellfire I find myself ducking around corners, running around like crazy, and still sometimes getting squashed by Outland’s very own Fat Bastard. As soon as I hit 80 on my hunter, one of the first things I did was trek back to Hellfire and exact my revenge. Last weekend I was farming fel iron on my priest when I heard the telltale mechanical thumping and felt the ground shaking.
RAWRRRRR! FEAR ME! I AM THE FEL REAVER! I WILL SQUASH YOU!”
Whatever, dude. You’re a 70 elite. I’m 85. I have 122,000 hit points. Good luck with that.
As I was flying around Hellfire I swooped over the Dark Portal and noticed…what the hell is that? A PORTAL? To ORGRIMMAR? Where did *that* come from? Has that always been there? Turns out it’s been there since at least early Wrath and I’m just That Guy who never noticed it. All this time I’ve been doing things the sucker’s way by walking from the Dark Portal to Stonard, flying to Grom’gol and taking the zeppelin. BRB getting “n00b” tattoed on my forehead.
Having discovered the wonders of the Orgrimmar portal, I went back to Org and spent the next week making widgets and gizmos to impress my Engineering trainer and licking my wounds from my encounter with the Fel Reaver. I had won this round, but surely there must be a way to settle our differences once and for all. When I got to about 510 in Engineering my trainer leaned over to me with a wicked grin on his face and cackled.
“I have just the thing to help you with your little Fel Reaver problem!” he said. “We’ll shrink him down to teeny tiny size and enslave him! Your very own Personal World Destroyer!”
Muhahahaha! *maniacal laughter*
I was so pleased with myself that I made three of them. One for me, one for Rush, and one for Rush’s main squeeze, our favorite warlockydruidypriestything, Suzypants. I’m going to call mine Mini Me.