Sunday, May 31, 2009

Oh for. . .

So I was too busy bitching about a moron to notice that I was writing my 100th entry. Fitting, really, but still kind of stupid of me.

I can't really think of anything decent for a faux-100th entry, so I guess I'll just do some pictures.












Not shown: 3 Duelist's Chapeaus and 2 Assassin's Armlets in 2 xarc runs.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

It's just a fucking game, what is wrong with you

When someone comes to help you, and dies doing it, most people react by thanking them for their sacrifice. Arilayne however, is not most people.


Arilayne's (and her group of flunky's) reaction is to, BEFORE THE FIGHT IS OVER, start talking about kicking the people who died and stayed down because they aren't that interested in grinding their buffers down for someone who has never helped them and isn't even a friend.

Oh, and why don't we keep talking down to them after the fight is over and she has her drop. Yea, that quote is from when the fight was already over, and after one of her sycophantic 'friends' started yelling at people to pass immediately.


No one flaked on you, you whiny ass, you and your goons treated them like shit after they came to help you and they left because of it. Next time me or my friends take time out of our days to help you, don't fucking treat us like leeches, and while you're at it, try to appreciate the help you're getting. Enjoy your sword, I hope you fall on it.

I apologize for the lack of more screenshots showing all the shit that went down, but none of my friends there managed to get a shot of the log and I had Arilayne and a few other people blacklisted for most of it. I'm sure this'll start some pathetic little war in a few people's minds, and I guess some people reading this would wonder why I would post it if I knew that. First, because I need to vent, and second, because I know some or most people get a kick out of this stuff. I'll leave the comments open since it'd be boring not to, at least until it gets boring or someone crosses a line.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Old Diary found in Behemoth's Dominion

An adventurer traveling through Behemoth's Dominion uncovered an old diary last Windsday, apparently detailing another adventurer's attempts to acquire special boots that the various monsters in Behemoth's Dominion carry around in large coffers for seemingly no reason (most of them don't even have feet, let alone room for a coffer).

When asked to comment, the adventurer who located the diary simply said "fucking bots stole KB again."

The following are select entries and excerpts from the diary outlining the adventurer's slow descent into insanity and addiction.

Day 1
After ensuring that I had all the necessary supplies, I have begun my journey to Behe[tab]. Hopefully this will not take long, but many such journeys often do, so I have resolved to keep a log of my progress. No luck finding the boots today. Promising success opening the coffers though.

Day 4
I am almost out of supplies. I can feel myself slowly slipping away into a Potion +2 addiction, but I cannot allow myself to leave without finding the boots. I must push forward. They may be in the possession of the next monster I defeat.

Day 9
Khuma won't respond to my calls for help. She just keeps saying shes almost out of time and then mysteriously teleporting away, completely ignoring my weak, emaciated body and leaving me alone in this harsh environment. Next time she comes, I will attempt to eat her. It is wrong, but I don't have a choice any more.

Day 11
54-93 60 80 3 4 5 83 84 85 84
20 40 60 80 6 7 8 66 46
10 30 50 70 90 0 1 2 50 70 90 71

Day 13
THOSE ARE MY BOOTS
GIVE THEM TO ME
YOU ARE A COEURL
THEY DON'T EVEN FIT

Day 17
I have achieved enlightenment. If anyone finds this diary, you may seek my wisdom at the summit of Mount Zhayolm. I will go there because that seems like what enlightened people do, I can only assume I will learn why upon my arrival. Oh, and I found the boots, but I gave them to a Cursed Weapon since its feet looked cold. How can they walk barefoot in this frigid cave?

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Love hate love hate love hate treasure caskets

They're fun.

Until you really WANT whats in them.

Fuck you Gothic Sabatons, fuck you.

But please still. . . . see I can't decide, is it called "drop"? Because they aren't really drops, its a chest, so what do we call that?

But seriously, fuck you, stupid sexy awesome for my PLD and probably NIN and dammit I want them shoes.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Eight months away and still angry

First thought I had in the first trip back to Whitegate after being away from the game for either months?

Fucking gimp hachiman SAMs.

I guess I haven't changed. At any rate I'm back, and thoroughly enjoying things like Field of Valor and actually having JA's on WHM that I didn't have to merit for (Divine Seal and the two hour don't really count).

Unfortunately many friends are gone or out of the circles I tend to hang in (I don't wanna be that guy who spends 10 minutes in 6 different linkshells every hour), but there're new people to meet too, so I guess that's just how life goes.

The future right now mostly involves determining how deeply into end game I'm willing to delve (not very) and who I should do that with, since I honestly want to spend my time with Versus because they're an excellent group, but I don't really have the time to do all their stuff so I'm unsure what I should be doing there.

Of course, I'm already back doing dynamis because I loved the shell I was in even more than I loved Versus, no offense to Versus. It was also quite nice to see that they had enough faith in me to throw me right into WHMing the tank party on my second run back, that really helped me get back into a groove.

Don't really have much to complain about really, at least beyond people doing back to back blog entries and putting themselves on TTTO three times in a row like a child pestering his mother for attention. Bet that pisses someone off and they leave an angry comment, but I guess that's pretty much why I'm saying it.