Yay, for reusing old screenshots!
Hey, look! It is my original transmog for Effy!
It is now July. IRL, it is proving to be a scorching, muggy, near-rainless summer, which equals moody redhead, as I tend to wilt in this kind of weather. Instead of enjoying the summer, I am hiding away in the house and the AC. Basically, my days consist of house>car>work>car>house, with headaches scattered in and amongst that due to the back and forth between the miserable hot outdoors and the bearably cool indoors.
Excessive amounts of water and Gatorade are helping some. heh
In my gaming life, WoW coming up short, as you might have noticed from my last post.
I might be “Oh, shiny!” in many regards, but when it comes to love and gaming, I am usually loyal and unfaltering. So when my head starts turning in other directions, I have to stop myself and reevaluate. If I am getting distracted, there is usually good reason – mostly, I am just not happy.
Gaming is my hobby and my escape. If I am not having fun, what the heck am I doing?
I have a confession: There really is not anything I am looking forward to in Mists of Pandaria.
Pokemon? No thanks.
Upgrades to Archaeology? Meh.
Stripping my favorite class of their defining feature and giving me a placating glyph as a substitute? Not so much.
Watching Laz’s Retribution Paladin, who is already in a less than ideal place, get ripped to lil pieces and fed back piecemeal? <sigh>
Dumbing down the game furthermore and calling it giving me more choices? Really?
Less choices =/= more choices. Hello?
Reading a post from Vixsin, whom I highly regard as a Resto Shaman and have followed since before I ever started blogging, did not boost my enthusiasm.
The transition between Wrath and Cataclysm was my first expansion transition in WoW, and nearly spelled the end of my Resto Shaman career. It was harsh. It was demoralizing to see how much I bottlenecked the performance of my five man groups when Laz and I first hit 85 and started doing heroic dungeons.
Other healers were getting their groups through with far less effort than I was exerting. I recall drinking/eating for mana between EVERY pull. I recall having to CC EVERY pull – sometimes even CC’ing several mobs at a time. I recall finishing trash pulls on fumes, something I thought only possible in progression raiding on bosses, and the occasional five man boss when severely undergeared. I recall casting my “efficient” heal and even my “big” heal and my “fast” heal and seeing what looked like NO movement in health bars.
It is not something I care to repeat.
About the only thing that really looks interesting at this point is Challenge Modes, and if my Shaman is performing in MoP like she was in Cata, there is simply NO way I am doing that to myself.
Even transmog is no longer enough reason for me to keep logging on.
Which reminds me – I have not forgotten my most recent Effy story. No, it did not make it into the contest as I was aiming. The muses have not seen fit to inspire me enough to complete it yet. However, I am still plugging away. Of course, it is the fight scenes which are holding me up. There is also a good deal of work going into making sure this story can stand alone if I so desire.
It has some back story and hints and explanation of happenings that have not been told yet.
My second WoW account appears to have lapsed somehow. I have to wonder if I got banned or hacked. I have been afraid to look. I suppose checking that out should be on my list of things to do this week too.