[World of Warcraft] After a fun (not) day at work, I came home to find my house fairly calm, and decided before something went crazy, I’d attempt to get into WoW. Rule #4 in the husband handbook: Play now, for soon you shall have honey-do’s up the ying-yang. I’m paraphrasing, of course.
After getting onto WoW, without a queue I might add, I was presented with a bevy of links from guildmates showing off their new trinkets. These BC quest givers could probably solo Naxx with the armories they are dipping into.
A friendly guildmate tried repeatedly to make me stop going “Geez, that’s better than my purple from raid/dungeon mob X!” You simply have to get over it, but it’s hard. A staff I got for no more than 10 minutes of effort beat items I had gone on dozens of raids for and wielded proudly. Other pieces of my gear began to fall as well. An hour in, I’d replaced my main and off hands, my pants, my wand, a ring, my head, and I have a simple quest to finish to replace my shoulders.
Oh, and let’s not forget the cash. Or the experience.
Doing the first quest, which was ~50 feet from the quest giver, I made 3g in junk drops. Another quest had me turn between two people three times for 10k exp each time and a few gold. It’s crazy, but good. I really enjoyed WoW’s quest focus, and it’s stronger now. Will I be jaded when I have to bring my alt parade through? Quite possibly…but for now it’s fresh and new. And laggy. Oh the lag. It hurts. Instances are your friends.
And speaking of instances, one final observation. Our group, a very atypical group had a great time in the first dungeon, and just didn’t have the tankage for the dragon and wiped several times. We each died a few times besides. Come time to run, my gear was at 25%, and it was with a heavy heart and a weary pocketbook I went to the blacksmith for repairs. I knew this was going to be many gold – I’m no stranger to long raid wipe nights, etc. Then, my final surprise of the night: my repair bill.
26 silver. Wooo, gotta love them greens!