Wow. Today has been a mess and it isn’t over yet. Here is a quick run-down.
- Poured down rain while I was walking to class; results: resembled a drowned rat
- Whilst jamming out to Pandora between classes, my WiFi went away. Thanks for RUINING my jam session campus WiFi…*sigh
- Joined a WoW Dungeon! Pretty neat for someone like me
So yeah, this day has been crazy. And that’s not even the stuff I need to do for tomorrow! But back to the topic at hand.
In my first WoW Dungeon (remember I am a Night Elf, hunter) I was ignored for the better part of the experience. Seriously. I was watching the chat pane and then I was transported to the Dungeon only to be left behind by my ‘team’. Thanks to those dungeon players on around 2:35. Throughout the dungeon I watched the chat pane to see if our leader would talk to us. Nope. Nothing. I even didn’t do my job and they just continued on. Finally I began to chip in and made some pretty good money as well as leveled up.
But the second dungeon! Simply put it was the exact opposite of my first experience. From the very beginning our leader made it clear that if we died, and we weren’t the Tank, then we were not going to be healed. So of course, what happens to me? Well first my tiger(?) Karma died. Whilst trying to revive her, I was ambushed. Literally. One second this woman was on the ground, the next I had taken her place. Let it also be on the record that the other members in my Dungeon group had gone on without me. So now I was all alone and I healed Karma, and then headed to the graveyard to help my soul find my dead – yet not bleeding – body. While I am finding my body – I look at the chat pane to see what’s been going on. Here’s the kicker. The leader of the group asked where I was. My thoughts were not G rated at this point in time. After I told him (I presume but one can never really know) that I had died, his only response was to leave. I was already going to,because at this time, I had died another time trying to catch up to the group. Monsters regenerate on a quicker time table than I did. Finding a quiet corner, I did just what he said. I left.
The rest of my time was spent trading in items I didn’t need/want and occasionally checking the trade channel. With the way people communicated – or rather the lack of communication – it seemed it was expected that each person do their job. Now the first group wasn’t bad but that dungeon didn’t seem so tense as the second one I was dropped into.
A strange end to a strange day. Not bad, not good. Just somewhere in-between. Until next time, ~V
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