Edy Rage: If You Gank Take Your Medicine

Normally I take my being ganked in stride. I was brought into Azeroth on a PVP server and I learned quickly to take my lumps in stride. Its a right of passage no need to get all up in arms about it. Don't like it, play PVE. Edy did and as such I have never been much of a PVPer though I will never back down from a fight. So it was no surprise with my lil Annie got her lil kitty butt handed to her at the inn in Tarren Mill as I logged in by some nubby alliance DK at the mail box. Sadly for this DK I was in a fairly foul mood that day ( I am a rage-er when I pms not a crier) and I promptly retreaved Edy and hunted him down just to show that would not be stood for. The DK fun was not done with this lowly DK however as two more took up his post not long after. My GM Ruhtra happened by as he too was in a mood to kill and happened upon these yahoos and dealt with them fairly well on his own before I tucked the druid somewhere safe and proceeded to help with the cleansing. Now you would think after not being able to hurt lil ol Edy very much before dropping as the DK of another disgruntaled hordey this guy would cut his losses as most people that do this sort of thing so but no he had a horde toon that he promptly jumped on to call me all sorts of names because he was rolled by 4 people of his level to get him out of town.

"Think you are soooo bad ass cause you gank somebody 4-1 real cool" is just a sample of the garbage he was cluttering my screen with.

I normally let that stuff roll off he back but I have a hair temper at the moment and that did not sit well with me. I gave him an ear full about how he of all people had the nerve to call anybody out for an unfair fight. You bring an 80 into a level 20-30 town and rape the people there yet when it happens to you its wrong. I call BS on that, but as is so often the case, he continued to try and justify himself to me. Began to "say" it wasnt him but the other guy that was killing the lowbies and how he only took out the flight path and try and make it sound like it was me who started the fight saying some horde did it to them or something. Funny how my GM saw him kill some poor 20 something lock that landed there. Never the less it didnt matter to me that he was killing lowbies or whatever he wanted to fess up to. You come into the horde town and start picking on the lowbies you should expect that somebody might kick you back before its all said and done. We do when we do it. I accept my ass whoopings with stride. Sometimes you win sometimes you lose, and I explained as much to him though not in so nice terms (I have a very foul mouth and was Ed-raging I think you can imagine what came out). Continually he keeps lauging me off and well before my eye started twitching I shut him up on my screen and proceeded to camp his balls off. He logs again and talked to my GM, who he admited he couldnt remember how to spell his name, and shoot his mouth off at him. This led to us agreeing to fight him one on one (he wanted my buddy on his dk one on one and my buddy was more than happy to school him). First time he was taken down by a rogue friend of ours fairly embarassingly might I add. Next my friend schooled him two times to which he again logs and bitches to my GM yet again about how he wasnt ready, blah blah blah fluda fluda. At this point I am still pissed and want him one on one myself though he tries to sneak attack me which lead to a big red Ed and snuggles on his undead ass and my kitty chewing his nethers off as he tried to run for his life from a fight it was VERY clear he had no chance of winning.

Now its not the fact this guy ganked I have a problem with. Thats just how it is on PV servers. My problem was the QQ. Take your ass whooping and move on. You brought it on yourself and as such if you take it right out it may be much shorter and less painful (as being killed by a raging hunter pet alone has to be embarassing to a almighty DK). If this guy had never cried to any of us about how unfair what we did was when he was killing people 40 levels lower than himself he may have been left alone some what once he had moved on. The fact he tried to make himself in the right pissed me off and those with me and as such the pain was unending untill he logged from that toon for the night. If you play with fire you get burned sooner or later. Take your beating and move on. End Ed-rage....for now.

An Edy Filled With Glee

So for once this break in posting has nothing to do with having nothing to do but more so excitement and busy-ness stemming from 3.2. For the past week I have been wrapped up in running the new 5 man and Ulduar attempts with friends as well as hardcore heroic farming I just haven't had the time to break and actually write anything. I am having a blast. Much more so than when 3.1 hit. So what is it that has me so happy?

Well I love the little things in the game. As much as I love PVE, I love to hunt down things for collecting more. First thing up I log in Wednesday and BAM I get my green proto-drake after months on months of getting the stupid oracle egg and hoping against hope it would drop. On top of that I have gotten the Argent warhorse from the tournament vendor (something nice about seeing Edy on what is basically a pally mount) and begun collecting the super adorable baby raptors that have sparked that "I must have" part of my mind that clicks when I see dangerously cute things.

Been having fun with my druids and their beautiful forms when I have had the change. Not too keen on having to get use to retadin again but thems the breaks. Surprised beastmastery buff was as good as its turned out to be. Its not the tops but by God it feels good to compete again in a spec I truly love.

Now I have done all this. Downed bosses I never thought I would. Grabbed gear for both my pally and hunter. Run myself tired with heroics and see no end in sight. One thing makes me giddy like a school girl with a new glamour magazine though. I mounted my netherwing drake to fly out to all this new goodness and what should my eyes see but my drake GLIDING. I am a simple woman of simple pleasures but damn if it doesn't feel weird that thats the thing I was most exited about patch day. I wasn't lying when I said the little things make me the happiest in this game.

Edy's Theory on Pets: This Cat is Will Be The Death Of Me

As the awaited 3.2 patch looms before us with days of errors and bugs I would like to take the opportunity to revisit a topic near and dear to this hunter's heart. Pets. Now as I have stated before in previous posts, I have a very strong opinion that pets in WoW vary in ui from different types of the same family, and much to my surprise my time on Cho'gall has given me the prefect test subjects for said theory.

Now let us start with my poor little hunter, Artashia. Tashia is having enough of a struggle what with being knee deep in horde in the middle of Iron Forge that she ended up with the one kitty in the whole of the Exodar crash sight determined to avenge all his fallen brothern that the space goats smashed into kitty paste with their not too soft landing. Boris SEEMED ok at the start.

Just a happy death kitty helping mama get X amount of X killed for X loot. Then Tashia began to notice a pattern when numberous mobs where invovled. Dear Boris began to bring her too many play mates and would continue to do so with glea until she was forced to run her space goat butt to safety only to have to try again. Tashia thought this strange but never the less wanted to have faith in her kitty though she did coin the phrase "this cat will be the death of me" when talking to her partner in crime. The final nail inthe coffin came when Tashia was given the task of murloc control in the wetlands. All was well....for a while....when Boris decided that one camp of murlocs simply wouldn't do and the moment was right for the assassination of his hooved opressor and set his plan into action. Now I am honestly not aware of how many murlocs came in this assalt. I was a bit too busy killing the bastards as long as I could before having Tashia make her last run for survival, out running two murloc with 5 hp to spare. I do have to commend Boris in his attempt, he did almost manage to take me with him and normally murlocs are mean enough to kill without any help from mr. pissy kitty things just weren't in his favor. Thank the Naruu for mobs having leashes. So Tashia decides to throw herself off a bridge and run to Eversong to claim a more ...resonable kitty.


Bela (as in Bela Lagosi) has been a prince, in fact his mood tells me he could very well be a cousin of Edy's own Snuggles. Now he is a bit more agressive that Snuggles has ever been but he does just about everything the same in terms of how the hunter can control him. Take him to those same murlocs and not a single issue arose. Maybe I, as a player, just have a better kinship with Lynx than the other types but this kind of situation has really peaked my interest in studying the difference in pet attitude. This has been a bit more fruitful than looking back at Edyion's pets long after they are gone. Tashia still has Boris and Bela so I very well could just level them both and see just what there is to see and if the pet theory holds true. This could prove to be very interesting.

Memoirs of a Feline Bachelor: Part I

Hello valued reader it is a pleasure to get my time with you all. Edyion is a little busy (or not busy depending on how you look at it) and is a little bit of a low time in the game and after her great depression on the state of BM hunters flared again because of the hunter Q&A she decided that her precious Snuggles should step in and hold down the fort. I would like to take the time to give you all a better idea of the greatness that is Snuggs and a look into my relationship with my beloved mistress.

For starters, a formal introduction. My full name is a Lord Byron Snugland IV but for some reason (probably that cruel streak of hers) my dear Edyion quickly ignored my regal name and insists on calling me Snuggles. I suppose this could be worse. You all have met Woofles I asume. Moving on, I spent my early years in quiet dominance of Eversong Woods when this scrawy pointy eared creature began following me around trying to tempt me with treats and whispering sweet nothings into my subconscious. Well being a cat of high class I wasn't about to have this weird thing have its way with me. I've seen too many of my own kind fall to this kind before, however as I tried to chew her face off she never once put up a fight and well that left an impression on me. So I went with her.

My relationship with my dear Edyion even started out on a high. She took great care to feed me and make sure I got all the things necessary for my developement into the lean mean gnome munching, druid loving machine I am today. Never one to leave me behind she even willingly bit the dust with me to prove her loyalty. I could never serve another mistress for there will never be another Edyion in this cat's heart. As for how I feel about my stable mates...well thats a story for another time.

Come Get Some!

Well yesterday was a rather eventful day for the Ed. First off I rolled an alliance druid (yup I said alliance) Saemys, on Cho'gall after some coaxing by my friends Ruhtra and Eus and got her to level 10. Now I am sure by now a good few if not all of you have heard of the ratio issues on Cho'gall with the horde supposedly out numbering the Alliance about 7-1. Now if this was a PVE server I wouldn't even bat an eye at the situation, however, Cho'gall is PVP and those kinds of numbers are just too lop-sided to ignore (I should know I tried but a certain suicidal healer wouldn't let me). So after talking with Ruhtra about this realm he raised some interesting points:

1. With those kinds of numbers one can't help but wonder just how "good" these Horde are with the slim pickings of Alliance trying to hold down the fort.
2. The auction house should prove interesting as the listings are slim to say the least.
3. Come see how bad it COULD be and learn to enjoy Dagerspine a bit more.

So I caved and lil Sammy came into the world. I must admit its a bit surreal just how few allies there really are on that server. I think I was level 10 before I even came across another Alliance player and trade was just ...well...dead. Part of me likes that as it means less people bothering me as I level (though I did manage to attract the ONE stalker in the entire zone, go figure...) but after reading Gchat it really sinks in how bad off these people are. I haven't seen any Horde myself yet but the higher levels have been camped several times in the past day and a half I have been there. Hearing them talk about that and not being able to get Ed and do something about it takes me back to when I first started on the D-spine. So I realize the further I go with this druid until I reach a resonable level and learn how to PVP with a druid I am going to have a lot of bottled up anger. Which brings me to the rest of my day.


There hasn't been a "Code Red" in some time and honestly I am feeling the rust and as a result lost my desire to PVP some what (can only take getting it up the bum so much in arena before I've had my fill) and after dinging 10 I get on Ed to see if my services were needed. Who should get my attention but my own personally Harley Quin saying the usual crap is going on in Tarren Hell. Hell I was feeling froggy so I flew in to my death but only because of the 2-1 odds (give or take .5 I dont remember just how many allies were on my flight path but I know it was about 5 i saw) and the death of Eus as I opened fire. From there it got REALLY fun. Once everyone regrouped from the chaos we walked right over the rampaging Allies which quickly turn tail and head for the heals (cept for one idiot 74 druid but we shall not waste space on him as he seems to be wanting MAS to put him on the hit list but he bored us rather quickly with his one trick pony ways). At this point many an 80 are pissed off and at one point we build to a 3 group raid and proceed to clear out the town formally known as South Shore MAS style. The group of allies that fled finally came back with more guildies and we continue to kill them like dogs as they continually proved they had no real knowledge of PVP mechanics or the likes but who are we to turn away game 80s. I know we spent hours killing them all and they even made a comeback rally killing us all after we got a little split up but we are very patient pvpers and know full well you don't go guns-a-blazing back into the jaws of death and after a clean swept of TM they seemed to get the picture and moved on (cept for 2 rogues and that blasted druid but again they bored us so we moved on). Now I don't normally do this but I must salute for bring their guild out to play with us. Snuggles had much fun gnawing on your bones. Please do come back again. With me gimped on another PVP server I will be needing some people to help me vent fustration after all.

P.U.G: Experiments In Socailizing

I've done my fair share of raiding in pick up groups and its always a crap shoot. Sometimes they are fantastic people (rare but it happens) and others they are a nightmare. The nightmare groups come in a variety of forms ranging from people not having the slightest clue what they are doing in the raid or on the toon they are playing to simple asshole-ish actions by various members of the raid. Any soul that has PUGed knows its a risk and sometimes you just have to know your limits and cut your losses.

Today was not a day to cut my loses as I did pick up a nice ring and some shoulders to play around with (that I doubt i will ever use but again they are to play with and nobody else wanted them). The raid itself was almost completely PUG with a few members knowing each other and the run itself was pretty drama free in terms of the group itself as all players were up to snuff and very pacient as we trucked along to down KT. So why have I made a post about PUGing if everything went so well? Well its the social part of the PUG that was my issue with the run and it wasn't so much fustration with the raid itself but more of one with the guys running it and the vent they used. The leads were nice enough guys and perhaps that was a bit of the problem.

I made the mistake of raiding with a headache but I was all by myself today and planned to take full advantage of that fact so I sucked it up and ran my run. Now my problem with the socail in this group was the constant chatter of a lower leveled guildy of the raid leads butting into our raid chanel and never shutting his trap the entire run. Now let me break this down for you valued reader (i know somebdoy has to read this stuff). First as we all log into vent the gemtleman welcomes himself into the channel and procceds to not do this only once but under several different names as to cause painfully loud feedback to all those in the channel. This contnued for a while and at the time it at least seemed like this was a consern to the raid leads as they quicky began to try and figure out which people where his (hard to do because many people do not use the name of the toon they are playing in vent so its kinda hard to know who the hell is who). They failed to shut him out but he left on his own taking the loud noises with him and all was fine for a while. As we got further in he did feel the need to return and give updates on his progress to 80 though only 2 people in the vent actually would have even cared enough to want to know how he was doing. Again though this was irriating it was not a huge problem. His activity really picked up however when another fairly annoying gent joined our raid to replace someone and began to chat with the guy and brag about how far he was in ulduar as we ran into problems with trash in arachnid wing. Now as the late mention warrior was a pain to listen to at least he was IN the raid and some of the time the things out of his mouth actually pretanded to the situation at had the other "genius" began making his own quips in random areas and sometimes in areas were he seriously could have messed us up.

Now this is by no means the first time I have had to deal with this but the guy was REALLY loud and with my headache getting worse from hours of sitting in this raid it really began to grate on my nerves. By the time we reached Sath and get ready to pull he even starts yelling in vent he wasn't ready almost confusing the entire raid. I am sorry but if about 85% of the raid dont know each other's voices it becomes hard enough to tell wahts going on without some ass adding to the complexity of the situation by throwing a new unknown person into the mix in which you have no idea who he is. We then have a bit of troiuble with people dying on the frozen bastard of a dragon and though I can not say for certain if he was at fault I am sure it didn't help with people's focus during the fight.

Nerd rage began to kick in on KT and the warrior semi flashing the raid with his e-peen also pushes my last nerve as we wipe twice on KT before downing him tearing down raid members ired from the long haul for mistakse that can happen when you are tired and a little too focused to get done and yelling at our melee for being frozen when the majority of our dps was melee (not smart for KT but I was not the one in charge). I have to comend them for not freezing him along with each other with that kind of crowding. This is not the end of the problems with the vent durning the fight. Not only is the warrior basically taking over the vent bossing people around but he and the raid leads began talking about the more random things when vent should be clear so we can cut down on ussless deaths. That at the end of the day was about my breaking point and raises a intersting question for a PUGer.

When exactly is a PUG a BAD PUG? Its very obvious when the group cant even get in the door without about 10 wipes on trash in the first room or numbers look WAY to low for the people there or your raid lead is wearing greens, but is it a BAD run when you have this kind of organization issues in raid communications? Yes we had a good group of people in the PUG but we even had issues with buffing because people couldn't even hear what others needed as the vent was practically unuseable the majority of the run for useless chatter. The run itself ran probably about 2 hours longer than it would have with clear channels and communication as many wipes probably could have been avoided. For all the chatter going on I would have been about as well off not in the vent at all rather than getting irriated at the loud nonsense asaulting my ears. Even without the headache I would have seriously thought about leaving the PUG even though thing were still going fairly well. Had the group be a slight bit worse or not done as well in the early wings I dont think I would have been alone in wanting to get out at that point. Its a bit irresponsible to not control your raid's communication channels like that. Its irritating enough to deal with overly chatty raid members as is when they talk about random things in important areas but to have a guildy disrepect the raid itself because he couldnt "go" is way worse. WoW is a socail game. I might be thinking a bit much of the people that play but at some point you have to realize there are things you should and shouldnt do social situations. Perhaps i just expect too much from people. After all most act like this in there everyday life its just a bit more over the top in the virtual world I suppose.