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Not sure why I even keep this thing going..

Hrm..

Yes, I know I was supposed to write a followup post but I kinda.. Forgot. And now I’m at a loss as to what to write about.. Any ideas?

WoW How to: Jobs

This is a filler post I’ll be building upon over the next few days and then submit as an assignment.. If you see something off, please leave a comment

So, you want to start playing World of Warcraft, or make a new alt on WoW, but are at a loss as to what to make next? Well, what do you want to do? There are three jobs a player in WoW can have, and every class you can pick does one. These jobs? Tanking, Healing, and Damage Dealing (DD). The most common group layout for a 5-man dungeon is: 1 tank, 1 healer, 3 DD. What classes can do what?

Warrior: Melee DD / Tank
Paladin: Healer / Tank / Melee DD
Hunter: Ranged DD
Rogue: Melee DD
Priest: Healer / Ranged DD
Death Knight: Tank /Melee DD
Shaman: Ranged DD / Melee DD / Healer
Mage: Ranged DD
Warlock: Ranged DD
Druid: Ranged DD / Melee DD / Tank / Healer

Each class has it’s own perks as to what they do for their given job; for instance, a druid healer works with heal-over-time spells, and a paladin healer works with big, single-target healing spells, while a priest can use party-wide heals. No class has the same way to approach a job as the others do.. And as a result, some classes tend to be less wanted in big raids, while others are more preferred.

DKP?

Okay, while I’m not a BIG fan of DKP, I do like how the system works. I’m currently in charge of doling out DKP for my new guild.. Mm..

Quick overview of DKP: Guild currency/reward system. You show up on time to a raid, you get a bonus to dkp. You’re in attendance for a boss kill, you also get dkp. You sign up for a raid but don’t show for no reason? Minus dkp. Not sure how severe a penalty that’ll be…

First few raids: 50 dkp
Regular raid attendance: 25 dkp
Pre-ICC boss kill: 10 dkp
ICC boss kill(Lower Spire): 20 dkp
ICC boss kill(Upper Spire): 25 dkp

Minimum bid, TOC: 30 dkp, increments of 20
Minimum bid, ICC: 50 dkp, increments of 25

Showing up to a raid late: -25 dkp
With a good reason: -5 dkp
Not being ready on time, but still online for raid.. IE, holding up the raid to get a last minute thing from the mailbox or AH: -5 dkp
Showing up completely prepared, specific buff food and flask in hand: +5 dkp.

I like it when people are on time and prepared for what’s to come. It smooths things out quite a bit..

Too lazy to put anything else up atm.

Fonts.

I’d appreciate it if someone could explain this goddamned Typekit shit to me, because as far as I see doing everything their help thing says to do to make the fonts work doesn’t do a damn thing. I’ve repeatedly tried to make it use the code in the HTML to select what code to use like it says. But nooo. Those html tags just don’t exist!

What if I do this? .tk-cody bah blahoosdijgo .tk-cody

blah blah blah

nothing. Though I did notice it applied my .tk-cody font to my comment button. Wtf.

Story time! Imperial in the Monastery

It is currently 4:40 in the morning, I’ve just woken up, and WoW is currently down so I have nothing to do until the rest of the house wakes up. As a result, it’s either write a short story, go back to sleep, or play Wc3. So, I’ll do a mix; a short story based off of one of my WoW characters. Just for current reference, my characters:

• Query, level 80 orc Death Knight, previously known as Riaz, human Warrior
• Bodyguard, level 80 human Paladin, previously known as Heartling [ Giles Heartling ]
• Nondescript, level 28 troll Hunter, prefers to be known only as Non.
• Imperial, level 33 forsaken Warrior, in life known as Nerin Arinsvolk. He hated who he was, and in undeath decided he wanted to treat himself like royalty, instead of like the peasant he was, and thereby gave himself the name Imperial; he also does still go by Nerin, but not his family name.
• Continue, level 25 tauren Druid, true name Buhuuk Bearheart
• Etherielle, level 73 blood elf Rogue, true name Elle Sunbound
• Erithyn, level 30ish human Rogue, family name Winters
• Lifecycle, level 80 draenei Shaman; former name given up and instead the name of Lifecycle was taken, in regards to his duties.

Please note that this is not how I play my characters on my current servers, but if I were to ship them to an RP server, I would. This is also not all of my characters, only the ones I can easily remember. Now, who shall we start off with.. Could do the story of how Riaz became Query. I believe I have the Riaz going from warrior to death knight story around somewhere.. I think I’ll have to rewrite it. I think.. I’ll do a story based around the usual 5-man groups I get on my warrior, Imperial.

And I just realized there’s no way to change fonts.. I’ll have to go back in later through HTML mode to change it. Oh well. I’ll just give it different color for now.

“Let’s go! Why are we just sitting here?” The blonde one was speaking again.. Aelorian Dawnrider? Dawnstrider? Dawnhider? For all Nerin cared, he was Aelorian Talks-Too-Damn-Much. “We stand here.. Waiting.. For.. This!” And with a sudden movement forward, Nerin was off, skeletal feet flying across the stone floor of the monastery at the next group of crusaders, who had just patrolled back into the area. In front of his charge he’d thrown a pack of lit dynamite, which exploded quite happily before his shield even met the face of the first frenzied defender. The explosive caught them all off guard, and caused them to be slightly less aware of the angry skeleton rushing their position; over said skeleton came a volley of arrows, bolts of frost, and even the scream of “This is NOT IN MY CONTRACT” from thrown in with a single ball of fire.

The crusader on the right immediately moved toward the casters, but was caught by the flat of Nerin’s blade upside his head. In response, the scarlet knight shouted aloud and threw a single heavyhanded swing at the Forsaken. Nerin skittered backwards a step, and the crusader stumbled forward; they relied too much on their religion, and not enough on their weapons training, it seemed.. And he noticed a fair-sized cat help the poor crusader’s fall along, pouncing atop his back and then past, over the heads of the still-bewildered other defenders. And this.. This was only in the space of mere seconds.

“Bring.. It on! You.. Godless.. Zealots!” Nerin yelled at the remaining four knights. One had turned to face the cat, another had fallen with arrows feathering his face in various places, and the last two split to the sides and attacked, one with a overhand swing of his great mace, the other with a horizontal cut from his sword. Nerin retreated another step and raised his shield up against the mace, remembering how many bones vanished the last time he let one of these bastards get a good hit with one of those in. Shield raised, bracing for impact, he dropped his sword. Gauntleted hand opening.. He caught the incoming sword and forced his hand forward, back towards the crusader who swung it, and downward, wrenching it from his grasp.

Moving with the heavy handed hit to his shield, Nerin’s body fell lower, but he immediately rose when the knight had to recover.. And put the poor defender’s own comrade’s sword between his ribs. Only one now remained, the disarmed crusader.. He turned, backing up, and saw his allies corpses, one scorched to bits, another used as a pincushion, a cat idly gnawing on an unarmored limb. Nerin advanced, foot landing on the neck of the unfortunately eager crusader from the initial attack, simply crushing the poor man’s throat. “Where.. Is he? Where.. Is Doan?!” the skeletal man shouted at the unnerved defender. In response, the team received nothing more than a frenzied, almost beastial, roar as the crusader charged him. Unconcerned, Nerin simply raised his shield.. And thrust it at the man’s head, using his own forward motion against him. His neck snapped, and he fell to the ground.

“Useless, mon. Coulda worked him for information, y’know.” Zul’kiwa stated. He stood crouched next to his great cat, Ar’ron, and pet the happy cat atop his head as he fed on the crusader’s arm. “Not so. Doan is that way. Duh.” Aelorian was pointing down one of the halls. Nobody paid too much attention to the paladin, but he was their healer, so.. “Fine, fine.. We’ll go.. That way.” Nerin stretched his tired bones and bent over to pick up his fallen sword. Rorik, the warlock, was pointing at something, but not speaking, he realized as he bent over.. And he turned to look. The mace. How did he not realize before? It was nicknamed the Twig of the World Tree for it’s shape and size, and.. One of these damned crusaders had it!

Heron, the mage, tried picking it up. She immediately let go, realizing how heavy it actually was.. And sighed. “Not for.. Me.. Anyway.” The paladin, Aelorion Talks-Way-Too-God-Damn-Much pushed her aside and bent to pick it up. “Maybe not you, but it’s just the perfect weapon for me! Give it here!” And indeed, he was able to pick it up, but stopped halfway as he realized that there was a cat sitting literally a foot from his feet, grinning malevolently up at him. Zul’kiwa, troll hunter extraordinaire, pointed and laughed. “Ar’ron thinks otherwise, mon. But ‘ey, it be a choice between joo and stinky!” Stinky, of course, being Nerin. He sighed.. But Aelorian just grinned and laughed louder than the troll, stating: “No, no, he can’t use it, it’s all mine, thank you!”

Nerin only smirked. He pushed away from the wall where he’d been leaning while they spoke, and headed towards Doan’s room, silent. Zul’kiwa walked next to him, whispering, “Joo gonna just take that, stinky? That not right, man.. I say we kill ‘im and call it good! Good meal for Ar’ron..” ‘Stinky’ of course, said nothing in response, and pointed ahead with his shield arm. “Doan’s right there. See him? He doesn’t look too happy. Let’s go.” Zul’kiwa, his friend, only stood there, a little bewildered.. But, with a nudge from his cat, he started moving again. Nerin was running into the sorceror’s room. “LOK’TAR OGAR!” He even roared as the skeleton made his entrance, as ordered by one of his questgivers. Doan turned.. And gasped.

“HEATHENS! You will not defile these mysteries!” As he shouted, his hands came alive with bright fire, and he began flinging balls of fire at the crew of 5; Nerin raised his shield and caught them, for the most part, except for a single one that hit the warlock, Rorik. The orc staggered and fell to a knee, but after a few moments a shimmering curtain of gold surrounded him, and the scorch vanished. The hole in his robes, though.. That stayed. “Everybody gets one.” Aelorian stated, nodding, a pompous look on his face as he watched at the orc.

The battle continued. Heron was chased around the room after a few moments, though she nimbly dodged each bolt of fire the crusader threw.. Except the last, which she absorbed through careful timing of her Fire Ward. Unperturbed, Doan simply chose a new target… Everyone. “You will ALL BURN! BURN! YOUR PLAGUED FLESH WILL NO LONGER GRACE THE HALLS OF THE MONASTERY! BURN! BURN, IN RIGHTEOUS FIRE!” A purple glow surrounded him, and arrows started just bouncing off, instead of getting deflected to the side..

“Hide! Now!” Nerim yelled, and everyone but the paladin ran out the door and around the corner. Aelorian just stood there, wondering what was going on.. And was thrown back against the far wall with a resounding crack, his lifeless body falling to the floor. The remaining four ran back into the room and gave it their all; in moments the battle was over, Doan having used the last vestiges of strength to power that Detonation.

“Over.. Zul, come help me find that back.” Nerin walked back out of Doan’s room, and started checking the shelves and piles of books. Zul’kiwa walked out with him, but looked around, clueless.. “Arh.. Imp? What book?” Nerin blinked, and picked the book they sought up. “This one. Beginnings of the Undead Threat.. Parqual Fintallas wanted it.” When they walked back into the room, Heron and Rorik were waiting; Heron carrying Doans staff and robes, Rorik carrying the shoulders and dagger.. And what looked like a shining ring.

“Alright, we’re done here. Let’s move on to the Armory.. We should probably get another healer though. Rorik, can you check for me if Buhuuk is busy?” Nerin the Imperial walked out, shield settled on his back and sword sheathed at his side.. And he stopped only a moment at Aelorian’s still smoking carcass.. To pick up the mace he’d greedily taken. Nerin swung the heavy thing up onto one shoulder and only smiled as the four walked out, Rorik muttering to himself.

That’s that. It’s now.. Almost 6 am. Sigh. But yes, that’s the usual group I get. One good friend, two relatively unknown people, and one glorified asshole. Usually the ass is the DPS and not the healer, but they’re almost always blood elves these days.. And apparently I can’t html edit the font. Booo.

And hilarity ensued! (Remember to watch your healer..)

So, was questing in the Abyss today, and got attacked by an Elyos raiding party on a dinky little island full of Asmodians, a really strong Asmodian NPC named.. uhmm.. Mokkurkalfi or.. Something.. And a bunch of Balaur Draconutes, ripe for slaughter. Well, here’s what happened.

1. Elyos land.
2. Asmos stop their fights and watch the Elyos.
3. Elyos dispatch the nearest Asmodian and Balaur.
4. Asmodians rush them, but break off and flee shortly after.
5. Elyos attack the Asmo NPC.
6. I fly back in, halfway through the fight..
7. Notice they have only one cleric.
8. NPC slowly dies, I watch for an opening, Asmodians start returning..
9. I pull the cleric out of the mess and stunlock her, as other Asmodians drop in to combat the Elyos..
10. And the NPC explodes, promptly killing half of the raiding party and severely damaging the rest.
11. Kill the cleric.
12. Feel good about self for getting back at the sunsucking bastards that made it impossible to quest in the Abyss.

And that is all.

Life! And Section 8.

So I was looking at YouTube today [ and every other day, it's all I do lately -.- ] and figured I should do some sort of video.. Blog.. Thing. Just not right now, I look teh horrible with no sleep. I’m always posting these things at like, early-o-clock in the morning, and I never have anything interesting.. But I don’t know what I should post about! Hmm.. Section 8? Oooh.

YES! GAMES! Section 8. Section 8 is fuuuun. Multiplayer is balanced… To a point. A strategic player will post turrets next to supply depots next to an anti-air turret, thereby making a mini-base that people can walk near and get pwned.. And the dumb player will walk right into it. However, team balancing? IT BLOWS. You can be winning the game, 985 points to 162 and be the top person on your team.. [ TEAMS UNBALANCED ] <gamer> joins ARM.

FUUUUUUUCK. Well, there goes my win, my achievement for being in first on a winning team, my achievement for being within the top 3, my notoriety for carrying my entire team goes through the roof or in the crapper, debating on your standpoint [ For the team I switched to, I then look like a horrible person.. But the opposite team is like, 'holy hell that guy is scary!'.

You have your snipers! Snipers. SNIIIIIPERS.

But do they snipe? No, not really, they have a scope that zooms in a few feet forward, and they can shoot hard bullets that hurt a bunch, but are rarely on target, even when you use the auto-lock function the game has [ YES. AUTOAIMING BUILT IN. ] it only hits the stomach area.. I got in -one- lucky hit that was a complete drift of the bullet.. Into the guy’s head, autoaim was centered on his belly button :O Thank you, crappy bullet trajectories! So the sniper rifle sucks, but..

The assault rifle doesn’t It works better than the sniper rifle for hitting long range targets. More bullets, more accuracy, and when you get up close and personal it ignores shields entirely. Mmmm, assault rifle.. [ this, coming from the guy who plays exclusively as a sniper -.- ]

o.o oh man, speaking of shields and shit, you can customize each of your gear loadouts. Two weapons, two gadgets, and 10 skillpoints. Weapons consist of: Assault Rifle, Machine Gun, Shotgun, Missile Launcher, Pistol, Suck Rifle. Gadgets consist of: Grenades, Knife, Repair Tool, Godly Rain of Death Mortar, Microsensor, anti-microsensor-deely [ forgot name ]. Skill points allow you to upgrade certain parts of your gear, but not others, such as: Weapon damage, Armor durability, Shield amount, Shield recharge speed, Jetpack recharge speed, jetpack length, turret detection time decrease, repair tool repair rate.. That kind of stuff. Each option has 4 ranks, and you have 10 points. Spend wisely! Do note, if you go all shields, be prepared to get owned to hell in any close combat.

JETPACKS. OMGAWD. Hilarious that they call ‘em jetpacks, more like a superjump with an annoying recharge. -.-; Howevevere er, there’s a movement type called Overdrive–Your regular movement is -horribly- slow, and you’ll be going ‘wtf is this crap’, but next level up is your sprint–more like a run.. And, on running long enough, you go into OVERDRIVE. Heh. When you run into people with low shields, bad shield skills, or no health, they die. It’s hilarious. Just don’t run into allies >.>; Also note you cannot carry things [ bombs, intelligence ] in overdrive..

Remember the little turret strat I said earlier? Heh. Even players are stupid enough to fall for it. Won a match with 382 points, 150 over the highest person below me, 2 below the person above me [ who was just a really good player o.o' ].. 16 player match, 8 per team, 3 bots total [ 2 on my team ]

I did nothing but sit there the entire match and keep my deployables repaired I am such a cheap bastard.

CHEATS: There are none. Just tactics. There are two codes to get special gear, but I don’t really want to post them, I might get in trouble or something >.> go check IGN. [ I'm also an anti-cheat kind of guy. Last resort and all that. If the game REQUIRES cheats, you're either a horrible player, or the game is impossibly difficult. ]

As for the LIFE part of this? I got nothing. My life is horrible as is, the only things keeping me sane are my girlfriend, my parents down in another state, and my games. I can’t find a single job, I’ve been rejected on all my applications, and even the temp agency isn’t looking too pretty. Any tips, washingtonians or people with online jobs?

[ Yes, I realize at this point I'm just talking to myself and sounding insane. Oh well.. I can dream, can't I? Maybe my next post will be a wow-related story to keep my brain happy, since I don't have an audience to cater to just yet! ]