Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Two Thousand and Nine: Year of the Cock?

Well, I'm back on American soil. It's very much like Tokyo soil except somewhat less well illuminated, and generally more soil-like. It's not so much true that Chicago is more outdoor-sy than Tokyo, perhaps quite the opposite, but it feels austere and horrific suburban coming back from The city.

Yeah, I just capsed that shit. I'm gay for Tokyo. Not in a weeaboo "I wish I was Japanese so I can understand anime and decipher what my import fuck pillow moans to me" way, but just that I appreciate it being the retail capital of the world, that it is the most consumerist slice of earth out there, and well, I'm a material fucking girl.

I've been many times, but there's undoubtedly new amusement and majesty every time.




Okay not so much those, but whatever. Or the fact that at McDonalds a McFlurry is instead called a McFury. McFURY.

The Nigerians I could do without too.

Nigerian: "You cold? You want warm woman and nice room?"

No lie on that one. I was separated from my friends on a balls cold rainy night lost in Shinjuku.

Now the Nigerians normally recruit for scam hostess clubs and bars. You go in, see maybe one semi-busted girl if you're lucky, and pay 100 bucks for one drink and you aren't leaving without paying. Basically, the Nigerians act Nigerian. (Shocking?)

And NO, that isn't racism. Seriously. Racism is pretty interesting in Japan in general as any foreigner is pretty much met with reversion, fascination, and derision, perhaps in equal parts although it really depends on exactly where you are and how damn sexy you are. I'm pretty used to hearing the sarcastic "omae no nihongo zyoozu desu nee" (you're Japanese is very good!), but as much as it pisses me off in the same way that French language elitism does, I'm more or less content to respond in structured English that leaves them screaming IM AZN AND CONFUSED AND WHERE ARE THE MATHS I CAN SOLVES.

Seriously, fuck /s, nah mean? Yup, /s. Slants. Asians. ITS A SLANTED LINE, GET IT?

Back to my Nigerian, I kind of wonder if maybe he meant "warm room and nice girl" instead. It WAS freezing cold and "hot girl" would have made more sense if he was trying to sell her sexiness. Then again, maybe he literally meant "warm"...not that I understand how a woman can make you warm. Ooooohhh~~ LIKE THAT? Like when she likes does stuff with her hands. In the kitchen. Cooking something warm and delicious. I understand now. He was just offering me a nice room and some katsudon and fuck me I turned it down.

Seriously though, why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? That's the right euphemism right? I never really got that expression but I know it has something to do with not paying for sex because well that would be wrong. I can teach you sweet how-to-nanpa for picking up sweet nikeizin bitches anyways, don't worry.

1) Hi
2) Suck me beautiful
3) ..
4) Hepatitis



Generally acting too cool for the whole country is the only way to deal with the /s. Their "ignore them and maybe they'll leave" strat will wear at you otherwise. Remembering you're cooler than all of them is pretty simple when you stroll around Shibuya and hear terrible American pop blasting out of every bookstore and music shop. CHRISTINA AGURERA. Actually, the /s are so hopeless on that name they just go with Agura but sort of roll the "r" and try to sound hard when they say it. AGURRRA. CHRISTINA AGGURRRAAA.

I'd actually talk about all the stuff I love about Tokyo but most of it is fashion/art crap that would bore you and seriously endanger the macho ethug image I try to embody here. So enjoy a few random empty photos of my wanderings, and RN will be back to keeping it thug in the coming days.

It'll probably be a little while still till I get back to creative writing, mostly because I'd like to spend what little free time I'll have over the next week or two catching up on WoW... I think. Being gone for the majority of the first two weeks of the season has left me way behind and out of the loop. I've half assed some 2s and 5s to mid 1800s but I'm really hoping to get a solid, consistent 3s in the coming week or so, hopefully rotation priest/mage/rogue/dk, but it's hard to predict what snakery is ahead. (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ALL ARE)

It's too bad that we can't freely team hop as easily anymore. There's a ton of stuff I would like to try, but it seems like everybody is starting to get into SERIOUS TEAM mode and my freedom to hop around as I please will probably be short lived.

I've yet to Arena at all as Frost, which is odd, as I really do think 20/0/51 is the strongest option currently. A lot of people are saying that Frost will overtake Arc entirely once resilience ramps up, but I'm not really so sure, as Frost is generally more crit reliant. (Well, less crit reliant than my pom frostfire Arcane maybe, but more reliant on crits to burst people down than Arc/Fire) I do like the idea of strangulate->nova->df->fear->imp cs->repeat as a lockdown on a healer plus a poly + Mi polys on their secondary.

I think we've yet to enter the metagame of Arena at all. I've yet to see a counter to DKs particularly in 5s where it seems like 2 healer/dk/war/x (priest/pally as healers) has no obvious counters, but perhaps hunter is the counter, and 4dps is the logical anti hunter. We'll seeeee.

Ran double arc mage up to 1950ish without really trying or paying attention and actually played many of the better 2s teams in the BG. People have been raging on me that it is a cheese comp but let's be fucking serious, it's week fucking 3, chill. It's a fun goofoff team. Despite our good run, we tanked a shit-ton back as our queues bugged and we got nonstop Dalaran sewers for 10 games in a row, which we basically lost all of. (I'm REALLY bad at that map, and it is very challenging for 2xmage) Mage/Rogue when played defensively seems unbeatable and running into that cop 6 out of our last 1 didn't help.

Random observation. Mage Armor reduces the length of the debuff on Strangulate but not actually the Silence. You still can't cast until the full unreduced 5s pass. Mirror images have serious bugginess and often go perma passive, although I haven't found what makes this happen. Lost 4 or 5 games today to Mirrors sheeping primary target instead today which is about as many as they've helped cheese win with chain polies, so I guess it's a wash, but I hope the ability gets a revision as it is going to be one of those abilities were both the mages and their victims will dislike.

HAPPY NEW YEARS. IM OFF LIKE A PROM DRESS.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Merry Xmas + 2 Days

Yeah I'm late, kill yourselves.

I'll be back in chi tomorrow and blogging and arenaing shall commence. (And some mockery of Tokyo)

I love you all in an extremely homo way. kkbye

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Name Needed for New Shatter Combo

Who knows if this mechanic will last, and I swear to all that is pure and holy and lesbian that if you ruin it for me, I will SO say mean things about you on the internets, BUT, BUT, BUT:

Step 1) Arcane Blast
Step 2) LOOK AT MY LOL DMG BUFF MOM
Step 3) Arcane Missiles (It would be better if if MBAM proc'd here, but it's cool)
Step 4) DOOD THESE MISSILES BE FLYING BUT MY +DMG BUFF IS STILL UP WTF?
Step 5) Arcane Barrage
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Profit?

You can combo the stacking damage buff from Arcane Blast on PTR into a Barrage.

Now whether or not this is fair or balanced is really secondary to the severe naming dilemna it imposes.

After hours of soul searching, I've discovered the solution, a solution so perfect that I wonder if you Bads can even read its awesomeness without an Indiana Jones-Ark-Face-Melting upon seeing such true awesome.

It depends on the number of Blast stacks.

One Stack - 1 A Blast + 5 Missiles + 1 Barrage - MASTER COMBO
Two Stack - 2 A Blast + 5 Missiles + 1 Barrrage - AWESOME COMBO
Three Stack - 3 A Blast + 5 Missiles + 1 Barrage - BLASTER COMBO

Yes, you read that correctly, go back, it's bold for a reason. YES.



It is THAT yes. SO FUCKING YES.

PLEASE GO LIVE. PLEASE.

I NEED TO SCREAM COMBO BREAKER ON VENT WHENEVER I INTERRUPT MISSILES.

PLEASE. I NEED IT.

I NEED IT BAD.

Picture how much better this game would be.

Day dream montage music with wavy hands.

"Burst inc on shaman combo. Awesome combo inc."



"FUCK THIS *** JUST COMBO BROKE ME"

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Keyboard Turner Crits You For Your Life

Arena clips and psychotic ramblings from today:

Mage/SP/Druid vs Boomkin/Hunter/Shaman

Hunter traps opposite side of BM bridge. Shaman builds totem fortress. Boomkin fucking dances.

Me: Cool bro. I guess I'll rush in. Shit on nubkin.

Run in. Pop MirrorImage (LOLIMAGE) to eat trap. Commence zerging.

10 seconds later, four players dead. Hmnn.

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Ogrimmar Arena is pretty much the coolest place ever. Can't drop traps. Can't make a table. YOU ARE ON A TRANSPORT SORRY BRO.

Uh oh, I'm feared near the pillar. Oh...Disconnected From Server. Must have been a coincidence. Two games later. Feared in Ogrimmar near one of the pillars -- Disconnected From Server. SEKRET WARLOCK BUFFS? WTF.

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Ret pally bubbles and heals his teammates for 100% with one HL...Cool?

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Divine Hymn doesn't break on damage? Whaaaaaa.

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Warrior + Pally > Me as Arcane. NERDSTORM COOL.

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Gumbot's shaman/rogue/mage that pops Heroism and Mirror Image @ the start is scary. I SKILLED YOU 100 TO ZERO. (plz buff Arcane mage damage though)

On that note... has anyone noticed that Mirror Images vs Mirror Images leads to total fucking chaos?

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Brewkz/Tugget/Carmen repping that Chaos Bolt spam is pretty neat. I ran in because well I have 270 SR and think warlocks are harmless, fluffy, flacid penii then got Bolted for my life.

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Avenging Wrath's piercing through Dispersion is retarded. Totally unecessary mechanic.

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Resto shamans are overrated. Pally and priests seem like the top tier healers to me.

WTF RADDY PRIESTS ARE BAD.

NO UR BAD SLAVE.

Priests can actually afford to use their CC and utility even in these stupid fast games. Druids, until survivability creeps up, don't seem to be able to very well. I think Druids will still be sick in 2s.

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So let me list the classes that Ret Pallies hard counter:
- Demon locks
- Normal Locks (CLOTH LOLOL)
- Rogues (Sap what? Stuns what?)
- Druids (JUSTICE NAGA)
- Cloth in General (I right clicked you. I deserved to win.)

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How good is PoM sheep in mage/rogue 2s?

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Is Deep Frost really that much better against melee than Arcane?

Imp Blink and 6% damage mitigation versus Ice Barrier and perhaps 1-2% AW miss?

Even as Arcane, with Ice Armor up, I have 25% physical mitigation (plus 6 more from talents). This doesn't seem that awful. Moreover, with 2min Evos, will I be able to spam Mana Shields. (At 3k absorb per global spent, they aren't that bad)

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I need fatty resilience so I can try some more interesting comps.

THATS ALL MY RAMBLINGS I SWEAR. TOKYO TIME. BACK IN TWO WEEKS.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Ninety Minutes of Arena

Left me amused, confused, and much more aware of how silly damage is.

Take the last game of the night - us, mage/rogue (me and Mingaling) vs BM Hunter and Ret Pally in Ogrimmar arena.

Me: Cage is coming down. Just zerg the hunter.
Ming: Okay!
Me: ZERRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG

Game begins.

Global Cooldown #1: Arcane Power + Arcane Barrage. (Yes I pushed two buttons, but it was one global FUCK YOU)

Me: WOOOOOOOoooooooooooo~ (this continues for two more global cooldowns)
Ming: Go!

Global Cooldown #2: PoM + Frostfire Bolt.

I see a 6k number from my Barrage's damage and a whole lot of numbers on my screen. Uh oh.

Ming:

Global Cooldown #3: Ice Block.

Bad Hunter has died.

I'm in Ice Block at 10% hp.

This took < 5 seconds.

We didn't get very far in rating (partially because we're bad blah blah blah), but we did definitely fight a few good teams. Hi2u Entyce. We lost twice to a Unholy DK/Feral Druid team which you would think sounds horrible, but honestly is confusing. We killed the DK in <10 seconds both games, but then couldn't reset successfully with 2 ghouls and a feral druid running about. The feral druid has the threat of rezzing as well which really prohibits kiting out the retardedly long 45 second ghoul timer. (It should be 15 in PvP, even 25 is ridiculous)

I also got destroyed by a gargoyle in Blade's Edge. It took off into the sky and I was quite surprised that it could shoot me over the top of the pillars.

We also lost to a Demonlock/Rogue team in the sewers who used his teleport to reset back into the starting area. Creative use of game mechanics? ^^

We really didn't think or plan or do anything intelligent during any game and just randomly picked targets and tried to zerg them, and now that I'm stepping back from the zerg, I'm starting to see strats that are a little less damage retarded that seem like they'd be good against a lot of the freakshow 2DPS teams we ran into, but the nuances of how a lot of stuff works still remains a mystery to me, and at this point, the only way to improve is to spend a lot of time arenaing.

I'll continue posting random thoughts as I have them.

Such as. Silence->Slow should be spammed against DK/stealth teams, and you must switch to mage armor immediately. Generally silence->slow is devastating against DKs as it really forces him to use CDs or just soak damage. If you eat a strangle->DG, be happy that your rogue can't be peeled off the rogue or feral who's about to open on you (and thus your rogue becomes a very good peel), don't blink unless you really have to, I've been rocket boot + EAing to get away and you pretty much have the option of sheeping or DPSing at this point.

Silence is huge against demonlocks and I failed to use it and thus am bad. You can deny transform and teleport with it.

And that's all I can think of at this moment.

Nerf Hunters.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Hateful Versus Deadly

Okay, the level of confusion concerning the new honor sets rivals my own sexual confusion in the mornings. Did I really just dream that? But I don't even like honey.

There are two arena sets that you could conceivably care about: Hateful and Deadly. Hateful and Deadly are the only honor sets -- there isn't a blue set for belt, rings, necks, bracers, etc.

Savage is awful anyways and is a total waste of honor points. Even if you're horrible, you're better investing those points in Hateful honor pieces and using heroic drops in your other slots.

However, the only good option in spending honor is to spend exclusively on Deadly gear. Reaching 1800 in the first week isn't exactly a huge stretch. (1800, 1775 if you don't want to use Battlemaster's trinket is an important first week goal and probably where most people will call their first night of playing)

Why do you dream of dicks? I mean, why 1775? Well, you need 1750 for the Deadly Cloak, which is actually very good unless you have the 25man sarth cape which shits all over it. But more importantly, it's the rating requirement for Hateful Shoulders, one of the few pieces worth acquiring for many classes. If you raid and have badges to spend, you should consider the shoulders/gloves as they cost only 30 badges -- the gloves for the bonus obvious and the shoulders because you probably won't upgrade them for a week or two. (Or much later if you save for a weapon)

Why buy Deadly honor gear?

Because the difference in cost is marginal and the rating requirements on the pieces can be all attained within the first night or two of playing.

Yo rddy ur a sik blogr n arenaz gud lik wut do i buyz wit my pointzettaz nag?

Even if you have all 100 BG marks saved up (HUGE NERD - hi2u Narelia <3), style="font-weight: bold;">Boots/Belt/Trinket(BM's) 60.2k
Cloak/Ring/Neck 47.4k
Bracers 39.4k
PvP Trinket 49.6k

That's 351.6k if you don't pick up the Battlemaster's.

First of all, you should not invest in the PvP trinket until last. It is relatively the smallest upgrade unless you have amazing 25man gear.

You should obviously pick gear that fills holes in your heroic gear or that you don't envision you'd have a suitable alternative in that slot in the near future. That being said, it's probably to your advantage to have more pieces of gear than less, so the boots and belt should probably be later upgrades. (Wyrmrest boots and badges belt aren't horrible anyways)

This is mage specific, and I'm going to get some hate on this, but I think Ascendancy is the way to go unless you're sure you're going to play exclusively Frost, if so, go with the Haste gear. (Subjugation)

Why get hit gear bro?

You're going to want 5% hit. None of the other deadly pieces have hit on them or socket bonuses with hit. If you have a piece or two (trinkets come to mind) with a ton of hit, you're obviously free to go with subjugation for 1/3 of the pieces, but 2/3 Ascendancy is almost certainly safe.

While it's true that resilience is currently low, and crit therefore is better now than it will ever be in the future, there is going to be a race to gearing up resilience, and sinking tons of honor into gear that is going to massively deflate in value as your opponents get better and better geared is probably not the wisest idea.

It also frees up your gem slots for resilience gems to facilitate your own resiling up. I'm not yet sold on the 16 resil gems -- I think rocking the green 8x12s is probably a better option until we all hit 20k+ hp.

If you end up playing on a comp where survivability isn't a concern, you can also just socket damage.

Again, going full Ascendancy might be overkill, but two pieces makes at least, some sense.

So..back to what to buy when servers come up.

If your team is on and read to queue, nothing. Buy the bracers when you can. Assuming you have at least a few marks saved up, buy the cloak. Then the ring, then the neck.

If your team won' t be on for a few hours, grab the Hateful bracers and hit WG or Strand. Upgrade the Hateful bracers after everything else later in the season. (Including PvP trinket)

Realistically, you won't need a lot of mats for enchants day one or really any gems unless you've got a ton of the 25man raid tokens. Mats for a bracer and ring enchant at most. No gems.

Realize that while this week marks the beginning of Arena, it is equally the beginning of the real honor grind. There's perhaps no huge rush, but 75k is a tiny drop in the 350k total needed. =p

Flame away nerds.

Thinking of this spec perhaps for 3s/5s: http://www.wowhead.com/?talent=obIbfzrcdchuGtxdfcbcZh

(After the patch) If you ever eat a silence, you're potentially free to stack up some ABs. Shrug.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

The Hour Draws Near

Well, gentleman, in less than two days, we'll be zerging arena queues, and in less than two more days, I expect we'll be nerdraging about Ret pallies and bitching "that the new patch is taking too fucking long."

Before I get ahead of myself, I'd like to get really really ahead of myself and make a few predictions for the first two weeks of season five:

  • Demonology locks will be a sleeper success. Metamorph is quite potent and the damage output is quite high. Most players are inexperienced and will fail at simply running and LoSing the fourty seconds. (Remember how nobody LoS'd WE season one) Melee who simply try to cleave right through demons will probably fail.
  • It will become apparent that resilience will not save cloth. There will inevitably be improvement to the stat or its item budget reduced. (Or a buff to base armor)
  • Someone is going to get 1shot by a human Arcane mage rocking double proc trinkets.
  • Most mages will abandon Arcane for Deep Frost outside of 2s due to the inability to deal with dk+melee comps.
  • Ret pallies will utterly dominate all brackets despite a huge dearth of skills ret paladins.
  • RMP will add a prot warrior and a holy pally and become an interesting anti 4dps team.

Just random thoughts.

The two comps that I know a ton of people wanting to run are Holy Pally/War and Ret/Dk. Both seem extremely strong (obviously) and both intuitively do at least reasonably well against about any comp I could conceivably throw out against them, and more importantly seem like they'll be quite strong against what will be surely popular comps -- mage/rogue, rogue/druid(boom or restokin), pally/lock, and various other 2dps teams.

There is an abundance of x factors out there. Hunters continue to look stupid overpowered, but while most mages and rogues I run into now have the reflexes to vanish, invis, or IB a PoM, most hunters just backpedal in little circles autofiring while they ponder HARD questions like "why you drive in parkways and park in driveways." I hate fucking hunters, sorry.

Fairknights, aside from allowing you avoid run speed to boots or the run speed meta, bring a whole box of gay to any comp. We still live in a world with no DR on silence - imp cs + strangulate or silence + strangle could be REALLY brutal.

So what are the thoughts on best 3 glyphs?

I'm thinking:

Arcane: Poly/Evo/(Blink/Missiles)
Frost: Poly/Evo/ (Blink/Ice Lance)

P.S. Who's running restokin/mage? ^^

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Allie's Tale (Chapter V) Part II (of 3)

I was nine years old, white pillowcase pulled over my head despite my aunt's scolding, only this time without the accompanying lightheadedness that comes with too much recycled air. Just as then, colors and shapes crept unintelligible about me, but it wasn't fear of what was out there that bothered me. The pillowcase only got scary when there was that brief moment of terror when you felt unable to take it off, stuck, trapped.

I didn't know how long it had been. Seconds. Just seconds probably. What was happening to me? It was the girl. The girl somehow did this. She took my eyes. No, impossible. That didn't make any sense. A trick. Were my eyes open or closed? Open. Definitely open.

I slammed my lids shut, hoping for the tranquil black behind the lids, but it was gone. The blinding white raged on. I tried to picture something, anything. I couldn't think of anything. I tried to recreate my room back in Chicago and couldn't. Still just white.

Come on, think of something, fucking anything. Again, nothing. I thought in moments like these it would have been easy to pick the really important memories, the places I'd seen, the people I loved, but none of it came to me. My fear of being unable to craft the images was gradually transforming into this new panic where I couldn't remember the things I thought I treasured most.

Then without meaning to, my mind found Jet. I slowly and arduously found myself able to recreate his features, but it was like I was teaching my brain all over how to do this, how to see. The other memories followed. Winter mornings at my family's old house on the Hudson, racing my uncle around the gravel track at the park down the road, the giant goldfish in our neighbor's pond. The stupidity of remembering those damn goldfish somehow left me much more relaxed.

My heart which had been racing a thousand beats per minute calmed after I could begin recreating sights behind my lids. I was steadily able to recreate even more images, drawn out of my memories. Feeling less hysteric, I tried opening my eyes again. Just white still, but I felt less panicked. Shouldn't my other sense me picking up about now? I steadied my breathing, and over my still pounding heart, I listened.

The Chopin continued, somewhat less elegantly than before, and I was briefly amazed the musicians could continue their performance without the ability to see. It wasn't strange at all to me to know that the blindness affecting me was pandemic to everybody in the room. I don't know how, but just as I knew I needed air to breathe, I knew that the girl on stage was Mania, and I knew that she somehow did this.

Then, after my heart had just calmed, there were new sounds.

Tearing, gasping, ripping, screaming, splashing.

And the pillowcase, no matter how I struggled, would not come off.

I don't know if it was the sounds or the smell that had me sick again. Off balance and unable to see, I was sure I'd vomited on my hair, but at least momentarily, fear trumped embarassment.

The sounds continued and intensified. It was too much to process. Cries for help, shredding, whimpering, begging, and a faint humming, no, laughing, all blended into a twisted cacophony and yet the Chopin continued. A faint metallic smell. And as I understood what was happening, free of that sort of denial that should protect the mind from such atrocities, my vision returned.

And no sooner that it had, I slammed my eyes shut. I tried to get up, to run out into the hall and take my chances with the man by the stairwell, but I couldn't will my body to move. It shook and shivered but wouldn't respond to my very basic commands. Run. Stand. Run. I felt the need to be sick, to vomit again, but unable to manage even that motion, I swallowed hard, sickened further by the acidic flavor, and inhaled true horror through my eyes.

The walls glistened cardinal red. The stage curtains, once golden, were stained crimson. Puddles of red paint slick at their base. The orchestra lay distorted and folded over their instruments, many with their heads cleanly removed, limbs scattered. Their blood puddled and ran through the cracks in the wooden floorboards down off the sides of the stage. And yet none of this was even the slightest preparation for what remained of the crowd on the main floor. I flickered my eyes open once more and again slammed them shut.

Dead. All of them dead. Some disfigured as if they had exploded. And as I opened my eyes a third time, I found myself unable to shut them again. They took in every detail of every atrocity. Families dead, parents covered in the blood of their children, children drowned once again in the blood of their mothers. Necks slashed so completely that the heads remained attached with only the slightest sinew. The floors and walls slick and running, alive, with human blood. And yet somehow, it wasn't the sight that broke me. The smell. The idea that this smell was the blood of all these people and that little molecules of all their blood were being sampled and analyzed through my nose and with my brain and how each and every person in this room was somehow inside me infecting me with their death--

And as I sat paralyzed, awestruck and terrified, she spoke, "Do~novan, so silly."

The sound broke my paralysis. I had to shift my viewing angle to locate her. It required tremendous effort even for this tiniest movement. She was face to face with the standing boy I saw earlier, her two knives pressed threateningly against his throat. His arm hung limp, severely injured, from his side, gun in hand. He must have fired the shots. There had been five ushers surrounding the boy before my vision left me. Three lay dead on the floor, the other two clearly wounded, although still standing. Mania was so entirely stained with blood that her skin and dress were stained scarlet, and it was impossible to tell if she was somehow wounded. She seemed unscathed.

The boy, I guess, Donovan, did not waver in his fury and, through clenched teeth, growled, "You fucking disgrace this family, freak."

She leaned in to the boy and spoke too quietly for me to hear. His expression remained unphased. As she spoke, she gestured around the room, "-- all of this?" She pointed and danced about, clearly proud of her massacre. I was too terrified, too sure that these were my last moments alive, to care much about what she was saying. Thoughts of finding my moment had all left me. I sat and shivered and shuddered and waited for my life to end.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Allie's Tale (Chapter V) Part I

The January cold bit and stung at me as I waited, careful to take shallow breaths, protecting my lungs, if nothing else, from the cold, my body and face turned as best they could from the wind. The inside of the symphony hall only fifteen feet away glowed and pulsed with heat invitingly, but I liked the idea of waiting for him in the cold and going inside together. I could bear the cold. I also didn't want to potentially be the lone girl standing by herself in the spotlight while everybody pitied me for being stood up. I knew that it was stupid to be so self conscious, but knowing it and feeling it just aren't the same. He's not coming. It's been over twenty minutes and he's not coming.

It looked as if all the color and emotion of the outside world had drained away, replaced by shades of melancholic gray, sapped of their life by the Chicago cold. The night sky was black, but the reflected city lights off the blanket of snow and dark cloudy sky in conjunction with the gray pavement merged everything into a murky haze. I fumbled with the two tickets in my bare hands, glowing a Rudolph red from the cold, my fingers clumsy and uncoordinated at maneuvering the slabs of paper. The warmth of inside continued to beckon and seduce me. No. I shook my head abruptly and forcefully, trying to force the image of me standing in the warm indoors from my mind. Fragments of my conversation with Jet and Alex replaced my discomfort and anxiety over the cold with longing for Jet and curiosity concerning our last conversation.

At lunch, Jet had said that just one girl had been responsible for the October killings and that he had not only ran into her earlier that same night, but fought with her, nearly dying. The little moon shaped scars on his hands were proof enough for my stomach and as much as I empathized with Jet over the injury, the visual of a knife skewering his hands like a kabob made my stomach turn. Mania was the name. Jet had laughed as if the killings, his injuries, this Mania girl were all no big deal, but that look Alex had given him. Venomous.

Trying to deny my feelings at this point for Jet was impossible, but love him or not, Alex was Jet's caution, his reason. And Alex never lost his cool like that. Ever. I liked him too. I hadn't at all at first, but I felt now that I understood Alex better. He needed to be so serious, so contained, so calm because with someone like Jet never taking anything in life too seriously, he needs someone to ground him. Would I end up like that? Would years of being in love with Jet always protecting him from his own recklessness leave me sarcastic, practical, and cold? I wondered again how someone like Jet could even really feel the same way about me. Everything about him was extraordinary, while everything with me, was just, extra ordinary.

Before my mind could continue replaying and picking apart the conversation further, a gust of wind reminded me that the demands of the physical world were more pressing than those of my mind. Where the hell is he? I couldn't fathom why he'd want to go to a symphony. Worse still to be late. Even somehow more worse to not answer your phone when you're running this late. I gripped the tickets tightly and surrendered to the allure of escaping the cold. We really don't get to pick who we love.

The warmth was soothing but less so than I expected. My pale skin continued to glow pink, okay red, to my frustration. After about a minute of thawing, I looked for a place to check my coat, and found the coat closet, but no coat checker. I put the jacket back on and figured I'd suffer in the heat to balance out the waiting in the cold. It's okay body -- on average, we're fine.

Making my way back towards the main hall and concession area, I found one thing, disturbingly missing, people. Food was generally prohibited inside the actual hall, but from my few memories of being dragged to this place as a child, there were typically people schmoozing about having drinks, here for the atmosphere instead of the music. I was equally desperate to get away from the music as a kid and it was one of the rare occasions where my aunt and uncle would indulge any candy or soda request I might have, so these booths were about all I could remember of my trips here.

Not ten minutes ago I saw dozens of people walking about in here while I stood outside freezing. The concern that I was going crazy briefly crossed my mind, but I let my sanity off the hook when I recognized the sound of Chopin in the distance. Maybe they don't let people out during performances now. I decided to find my seat and if Jet comes, he comes, if not, I'm here and I might as well make the best of it.

I approached the closed center doors to the main floor seating without giving any consideration to where my seats were supposed to be, figuring I'd take an empty seat near the rear and leave if I got too terribly bored. I wondered if normal girls would do this, or if they would just give up and go home. I've always been clueless with the little rules like that on how to live.

My hand touched the handle of the door before I noticed the chains. The large wooden doors were chained and locked from the outside. Strange. I get not letting people out if it disturbs the musicians, but chaining the doors can't be safe. Some sort of fire hazard at least. I paused and tried to ease the growing anxiety building up within me. Maybe it was just this one door.

The adjacent doors were also chained. Something was wrong here. Really wrong.

I pressed my ear up against the door. Chopin. A few coughs and whispers. It sounded like a symphony. Still my heart raced and that anxiety I'd been fighting was turning into something much more like hysteria.

There are no people out here -- no ushers, no coat checker, no servers, nothing. I felt the panic in my stomach and throat.

Without my mind really processing what could possibly be going on, I found myself dialing.

The voice was reassuring, motherly, "Chicago 911, do you have an emergency?"

I stuttered, "Yes, I think so, I'm -- "

I had never felt a gun pressed up against my head before, but I didn't need to turn to know what it was. The voice was male but higher pitched and more nervous than the movie cliches had prepared me for, "Stop."

Without hesitation, I whimpered, "I'm fine actually. Sorry false alarm."

The emergency responder said something. I wasn't listening. She told me it was okay to hang up, and the call disconnected, but I held the phone up to my ear pretending to listen for as long as I could. I didn't get long. A sweaty hand grabbed mine and ripped the phone out of it before grabbing my arm and spinning me around fast enough for me to lose balance. I buckled on my heels but the man was bigger than I had thought and he easily held me up, if painfully, by my arm. He flung the phone into the wall hard enough for me to expect it to explode into a thousand pieces, but instead it hit with just a large thud, and bounced and skidded across the floor.

It's strange now, but at that moment, I made up my mind that I wasn't going to die there that night to a man unable to even break a cell phone. I thought about Jet as the man dragged me off, me stumbling and tripping the whole way. I wished he were here to help me, but this guy had a gun and while I wouldn't ever bet against Jet in a fight, still, a gun was a gun, right? Thinking that he might get hurt again, might get shot, made me instantly glad he didn't come here tonight. And I wasn't going to die here. There will be a moment I knew. I'll have my moment and I'll escape. The doors to the outside weren't chained. We had gone up a few flights of stairs and he was dragging me to a room at the end of a long hallway at the top -- I could run from here to the door in thirty seconds. I replayed the run again and again trying to avoid thinking about the present, but my escape plans were dashed when I saw a second man take up a post guarding the main hallway to the exit.

I felt the gun pressed into my forehead. My mind snapped to the present. I saw my attacker clearly for the first time. He was dressed as an usher but was too big and too tattooed to be plausible. His face wore a nervous grin as if he were enjoying himself but afraid to indulge his desires. I had always thought that the guy holding the gun would have a lot more confidence. I wanted to cry and panic and beg, but I kept my mind on the cell phone skidding across the floor. Throw me around and I won't break either.

He drilled the gun into my forehead so hard I felt he was trying to bore it into my skull. "I said fucking strip." He threw me to the wall as I shook my head furiously and he again pressed the gun to me, sandwiching my head between the barrel and the wall with enough force for me to feel my head was going to pop like a grape.

And I saw the menace and intent on his face replace the previous nervousness and I wanted to cry. I wanted to collapse and cry and for it to all be over, but I knew if I did that, I'd still die. Whoever this guy was and whoever the other people here were, they were doing something big, and it didn't end with me. I thought of Jet and my family and my friends and if I could trade anything for a chance to be with them again, I would've with no hesitation. I never thought I would feel this way. I had thought I would've rather died.

I removed my jacket and the pressure on my forehead eased.

A knock on the door.

A new man, also dressed as an usher, also unconvincingly. "We found him, he's here. We need to get in there now. "

He was clearly in charge, or at least, in charge of my assailant. My attacker took one last longing glance at me and spun around on his heels, slamming the door behind me.

I waited thirty seconds and then tried the door -- it wasn't locked. I peeked into the corridor. A man I hadn't seen before stood with his back to me at the end of the long hallway. Before I could move, he turned, still facing away from me, and walked down towards the stairway I needed for my escape. Shit.

There were a few other doorways in the corridor. I figured it was better to hide in one of the other rooms than wait for my death where I currently was. One of the rooms clearly led to a balcony overlooking the performance. I thought maybe I could warn the audience and escape in the confusion. I ditched my heels and slid down the hallway silently, shutting the door behind me, and slipped into the room that overlooked the stage. The seats were amazing despite being unused. They must have been exorbitantly expensive, probably for some special VIP -- I spotted my attacker moving about the main floor below me. Silently, I dropped to the floor and peered through a hole in the carved wooden railing. He didn't see me. From where I lay, I could see the stage and the main floor perfectly without being very visible. I watched.

As the second movement of the piece drew to a close, a young woman, a girl my age, although dressed much more marvelously, walked out onto the stage. The musicians continued their playing, but the audience and conductor's reactions were telling me this was something unexpected.

The way the girl moved -- it was just, wrong. She tilted and leaned precariously with cartoonish exaggeration with each step. She stopped face to face with the conductor, seemed to have a few words with him, and then spun around to the musicians, motioning with her hands that they should continue to play. She leaned over a young violinist and whispered for a good twenty or thirty seconds; I could hear none of it, but the reaction on the violinist's face was clear. Terror.

The audience remained seated and relatively motionless despite the subtle confusion on stage but the silent symphony of their whispers began to drawn out the Chopin. The girl spun around and, putting a finger to her lips, shushed the crowd with a gentle smile. The whispers stopped.

One man stood up, something about his movement, lazy and powerful, the same way Jet moved, and immediately the ushers grouped up around the lone standing audience member. From where I lay, I couldn't get a good look at the standing man. He looked young though. Not older than his early twenties. I couldn't see much of his face at the distance, but he looked furious.

The young man spoke, and even without shouting, the sound carried well enough throughout the hall, "A little much, don't you think?"

The girl seemed to have removed the lapel microphone from the conductor because her voice boomed throughout the hall. It was a child's voice, sugary sweet. "I want my recording."

The Chopin continued but a few audience members began to get out of their seats and crept towards the exits as she spoke. The conductor, red as beet, seemed to be cursing at the girl on stage.

And time slowed down. The girl turned to face the conductor, tilted her head to the side as if terribly confused by what she saw, and in a motion terrifying fast, somehow now with a knife in each hand, cut out the throat of the man, erupting a spray of red onto the orchestra. The girl's white dress was splattered red, her face and hair, drowned in the man's blood.

I felt my stomach press up against my lungs and spine and found myself vomiting before the man's body even had time to crumple to the floor. For the tiniest fraction of a second, the girl on stage's gaze found me, hearing my reaction, but then her eyes were on the crowd, erupting out of their chairs, and then on the orchestra.

The chains held and, despite the crowd's pushing and shoving, nobody was getting out.

The young man remained standing, inert, staring at the stage. He spoke again, "I don't have it."

The childish tone was gone in her response, she growled, "I don't believe you."

The next few seconds were a blur. The ushers pulled their weapons on the boy, five gunshots were followed by screams and cries from the crowd, and then the voice of the girl, "Belmont chair playing violin."

Everything went white.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Let's Do the Fork in the Garbage Disposal

Ding, ding, ding da ding ding da ding ding-ding.

It's been one week since I hit 80. Two since I purchased WotLK. (I was gone most of the second week)

I've ground 110k honor, leveled engi and enchanting basically from scratch, finished Kirin Tor rep, and am slowly grinding through Hodir rep. My gear is still pretty mediocre, but weirdly when the new Honor gear arrives, my gear will probably improve to the point where I can PvE well enough. At which point, I'll be able to use my fierce PvE skills to improve my PvP situation. PvP to PvE to PvP?

I pretty much know who I want to PvP with come season start and basically have my teams loosely set. I'll be in Tokyo for the majority of the first two weeks of the season, so hopefully we'll run bigger rosters or squeeze games in when I'm around as it is technically possible with how things line up. (Although not optimal lol) I'm not in a terrible rush either way. I'm psyched for the season start and to learn new matrices and strategies, but I'm hoping for a repeat of season one where I was psyched to play EVERY week, not just the first few.

I'm not going to talk about my teammates till we're into the season because things can fall through and I don't want to snake anyone, but if things work out, I'm very psyched, i.e. THEY WILL CARRY ME LOLOL.

Most the discussions I've heard on the interwebs are basically nonstop crying about PvE vs PvP issues with little talk at all about actual strats, tricks, ideas, etc. To counter that, I'll list ten random things off the top of my head:
  1. Polymorph Glyph - This causes shadow word death to fail to break sheep and is, imo, a must.
  2. Mirror Image - This should be macro'd with a /stopcasting before it. It has some major problems in PvP, but does function as a decent way of interrupting an enemy's cast on you (say avoiding a Hex or Poly), or baiting a CS. (Start a Poly, cancel into MI to burn their CS). I've yet to test how the target dropping performs with Focus Frames, but it does seem to drop you from Default UI's focus at least. This is overall a pretty terrible ability, but it is a strange mechanic and thus has a lot of potential in skilled players' hands if we can figure out clever uses.
  3. Improved Wards - Not so much a trick, but recognize that these are extremely potent. Imp Fire Ward reflects cannon fire in WG and Strand. In general, these are very very strong in mage versus mage encounters, to the point where the mage without is not very likely to prevail.
  4. Resilience - The cap is 1230. Realistic setups with full Deadly have closer to 800. I've been killed by rogues in two globals many times at zero resilience. (premed ambush evisc -> 9.5k + 7k) I've also tasted 10k Rune Strikes. While reducing these crits by 25% or so might help some, I think it might be a while till we're back at the point where cloth can tank melee for extended periods. Until it is possible to survive the burst, stamina is going to be a much better stat than resilience. (Resilience is more of a healing efficiency stat than anything else)
  5. Spell Reflecting Living Bomb - Yup, you can reflect the asplosion. LOL.
  6. Dealing with DKs - Personally I find DKs to be the most annoying class in BGs to run into. They waste a lot of your CDs to defeat and it takes a pretty long time. If you're Arcane, you need to get Slow up before they Strangle->CoI you, or you're going to need to burn IB or EA immediately. I find EA very clumsy against CoI -- the delay seems extremely long. I don't want to say too much here because the class is about to receive susbtantial nerfs, but DKs currently give me severe nerdrage in AB.
  7. Honor Grinding - Everyone is saying WG is amazing honor. I can't really agree with this. Doing whatever the weekend BG is seems like by far the best honor still. Most games of AB are won or lost in about 15 minutes and yield 600-1200 honor + marks and Strand last weekend was significantly better. I agree doing one WG per day is wise to get the easy dailies done, but beyond that I think is pointless.
  8. Eight Percent - This is roughly the amount of Haste you need to get 4 lances on a DF with IV popped. It's also the amount to base double shatter your DFs. (Four lances are a better option when you can) I'm thinking that the frostbolt->pet nova->df->ilx4 will be the cliche stupid burst.
  9. Cone of Cold - Okay, this is really basic, but I never see people do this. When you pop AP as an Arcane mage, if your target isn't slowed, your first cast on them should be CoC NOT AB or PoM-Ffb. I see people blowing AP burst into non snared target or wasting a global putting up Slow again. BAD. Also, people don't know that you don't have Shatter specced (or you might it even have it), which means that if you bite that CoC, they pretty much have to burn an out to break it or they eat a 10k crit. And for you bad fire mages, CoC and DB aren't linked anymore. You can rebind that shit. It's good.
  10. Sundial of the Exiled/Dying Curse - These seem to be very very good to me. My thought is that even if you want to make sure it's up, say for immediate pressure off the start, just make sure you spam Slow Fall before the gate opens, try to get it to proc at roughly the 30-15 window, and by the time you engage, the internal should be back up. They're double the effect of the clicky trinkets and really do change the burst potential into totally bonkers terriroty.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Thoughts on Things

Oh, hi there.

I haven't been too forthcoming with Arena brainstorming because I'm still REALLY far behind the curve on gearing up and being ready for the season. Prepping for the season really depends on what your situation is -- do you PvE? Are you wiling to? Do you have a guild to carry you? What comps will you run? THE QUESTIONS JUST DON'T STOP.

By the way, did you know that in Scotland it is illegal to be drunk while in possession of a cow?

You just learned something new if not. Congratulations. +1 xp of smartness for you.

Capping honor is obvious for season prep.Depending on your luck with BGs, I think 3-4k honor is pretty feasible in wotlk grinding Strand. After that, grinding marks is next, but from what I've seen, the other BGs are rarely up yet. Strand is reasonably addictive and new, but I can't imagine the fascination lasting. I still like AB the best of the BGs. I really don't like the vehicles in WG or Strand -- world of tribes is pretty wtf. Some people claim WG is huge honor but I haven't really found that to be the case. I can claim bullshit stuff too. It doesn't make it true.

I can tell the difference between hooker blood and normal blood purely based upon texture.

PvPing with zero resilience, 12k hp, and less than 1k spell damage is pretty amusing. Being on the receiving end of 9.4k ambushes or 8k eviscerates while not being able to out dps HoTs even with AP up as Arcane is fun. Realistically, I should have 4k more hp, 500 more dmg, and at least a few hundred resilience with real gear, so I'm not terribly concerned. I'm a little more cynical with how Arcane will fair against melee especially due to the extreme rapidity that the spec tears through mana, but then again, the damage is pretty amazing and instant invis is INCREDIBLE.

Pretty much every nonbad player I know is leaning towards 20/0/51 for Arena and I don't deny that it might be the most rounded and highest potential spec longer term. The prevailing logic is that Arcane's 3.0 dominance was simply a product of smaller health pools and that it lacks the burst to drop high HP targets with similar speed. I'm sort of undecided on whether I believe this or not.

Swapping to and fro between Arcane and Frost puts one in a bit of gear bind however. I'm really of the opinion that Haste is generally worthless for Arcane. (OTHERS WILL STRONGLY DISAGREE BUT I'M MORE EFAMOUS AND THEREFORE MORE CORRECT. FUCK YOU HAAB.) I mean ideally I like to hop around like a fairy, pretend I can twirl like a belf, and fire off Barrages every 3 sec until I can look for an opportunity to blow some CDs and skill someone to death with AP burst stupidity. In between Barrages, it's basically either reapplying slow, fireblasting, reapplying a ward/shield, or tossing a lance or scorch, primarily for the imp scorch dispel fodder. With haste you just end up performing a marginal action because you're waiting on the 3s cooldown, and you probably decrease your damage output as you are spending less time Barraging. Arcane also gets very little benefit from Crit, although with Fire as your support tree, it's not awful. Spell damage and resilience definitely seem like primary stats.

Frost on the other hand demands haste, perhaps not to the point of making huge sacrifices to damage, but I can imagine such a setup not being terribad. It's really about maximizing damage during DFs, which haste helps tremendously, and being able to get off casts for Shatter Combos, which is increasingly difficult with the buffs to spell interrupts. Frost is also WAY more mana efficient so the downside of Haste, that is, casting more and thus spending more mana, is less an issue.

A compromise is basically to roll engineering and gear mostly for an Arcane spec. You still can IV + RG (rocket glove) for quick polys or double frostbolt shatter combos during DFs.

Speaking of quick polys, what is going to be the anti spell reflect juke now with it not being on global? I've been still lancing as an Arcane mage, but my homie/gaylover Haab points out that you can fake cast into Slow, if he reflects, it is INSTANT (no travel time waiting) and you can simply reslow him, which removes it from yourself, and then poly. This basically wastes .75 for the fake, then two globals, BEFORE, you start the real poly cast, but compare it to .75, 2.5 for the lance global plus travel time and consider that even if you can't get the poly you've still got some good distance with the Slow, and it sort of makes sense. I don't much like the idea of basically intentionally putting Slow on yourself and counting on the fact you can apply it off yourself personally.

For some perspective on what we'll look like in top gear, consider this setup:

Body + One Ring: 9/9 Deadly
Titanium Spellshock Ring
Sundial of the Exiled
The Turning Tide
Deadly Glad OH
Deadly ToD
Assuming Engi Boots + Gloves (Missing run speed!) and obviously some hard to get PvE stuff (but tbh the PvP equivs aren't much worse)

20033 hp
15813 mp
24.26 % crit
4.04% hit
2% haste
2061 dmg (BASE)
766 resil (A bit low)

Even mages with 20k hp?

Sunday, November 30, 2008

lol pve nerd

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POLY GLYPH > SHADOW WORD DEATH FOR U BADS

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Arena Leanings

I'm really leaning towards Deep Arcane for season one, although I might change up depending on who my teammates end up being. I haven't really been approached by anyone expressing interest yet, but I'm hoping some of my old GameOver crew will be down to run at least 5s or 3s and carry me. ^^

I don't really care what matrix I run in 5s -- I think it's impossible to know what will be good.

In threes, I have interest in:

- rmp
- pmdk
- wmp
- mmp
- pmh
- pmret

I'd probably just about anything, but priest/mage synergy looks good as the two still have complementary CC.

In twos, I think mage/anything looks alright. ^^

As for exact specs, I'm really unsure right now. 53/18/0? 51/20/0? 51/17/3? 54/0/18? Hard to say right now -- it depends on how big a problem melee is for Arcane. I sort of anticipate most Arcane mages probably leaning towards the frost side of things as the spec might be too overkill anticaster with fire as a complement. Impact and Imp scorch are really the big draws from Fire compared to Shatter and Frostbite -- it's hard to say without dueling and arenaing to get a feel for it. With TotW not affecting Pyro damage, Pyro is much less of a draw. (Although will still hit plenty hard)

And professions? No idea really. Engineering seems decent with rocket boots plus haste on use on the gloves, but tbh, it isn't that much haste at 80 for a long CD, and I'm not really that sold on haste for an Arcane spec where you really just want massive +dmg to take advantage of the TotW and AP multipliers. (Granted you can cast more spells during the window potentially) Rocket boots are always good, especially in conjunction with EA. (EA and boots out of a slow and outrange reapplications maybe? Or just get big distance on a melee) WTB NEW INVULN BELT.

Secondary profession is even more difficult to call. Inscription, Blacksmithing, Enchanting, and Jewelcrafting all seem pretty interchangable to me. A few spell damage difference doesn't matter much. What about Alchemy? A 2k health pot doesn't seem awful. Herbalism would be great if Fireleaf was arena usable. (Burst damage and the 2k HoT?) I'm leaning towards Enchanting only because I'm already 330 or so on my gnome, but I'm not really convinced it is quite as good as the other options. 

As I've mentioned before, I do plan on PvEing this xpack, but everything is all contingent on finding a fun/suitable PvP crew on BDF again. With what looks like 4 multiple gladiator season mages in the guild, I'm not really sure how we'll all manage to form up teams without battling hardcore over the few active PvP healers, and it's quite likely that I'll be inevitably forced to play a class more complementary to what my friends are playing. (Priest again probably) So no promises of vids yet till I know where exactly I'll stand at season start. ^^

For those totally out of the looooopdeeloop, check out Spit part two. It's sex.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

N.E.R.D

So I logged into WoW, and what did I see?
Bitches ridin' dicks like they supposed to be

So, I spent the vast majority of this weekend leveling. And it was fucking awesome. Wait, no, it sucked and it was boring. With Chicago colder than um, something really really cold, it's the perfect time to unwind and Blizzard AoE grind undead for hours on end. I'll be gone for most of the next week to celebrate Native Americans giving us syphilis in exchange for small pox, but hopefully I'll hit 80 with some time to spare before Arena starts up -- at which point, I'll have no gear and no honor, but I'm too thug to wear gear or use a PvP trinket. (Radikalus is sans trinket)

I finally got around to watching those old Korean Named series matches that took place under 3.0. Pretty fun - since I never really played 3.0, I don't have a ton to say. 

This is a bit off topic, but while surfing the interwebs, I've seen some people use the word "nerd" incorrectly. I don't know what this fucking lower case "nerd" means. I understand NERD. But "nerd"? WTF.

http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b89/jlee17/Newcamera003-1.jpg

[Guild][Radikal] HAHA OMFAGBALS I DIED ON THIS NERD RP QUEST
[Guild][Cocksmen] What quest?
[Guild][Radikal] FUCK U NERD I DONT KNOW 
[Guild][Homie] hows work fag
[Guild][Radika] I sell short Canadian dollars everyday and blast some DMX party up
[Guild][Homie] queerbait
[Guild][Radikal] I LIKE PRETTY DICKS
[Guild][Radikal] I LIKE PRETTY DICKS AND I CANNOT LIE
[Guild][Radikal] Um, so like, Campbell's soup CDS is cheaper than that of the US
[Guild][Homie] wtf does that mean NERD
[Guild][Radikal] It MEANS that the US gov't is more likely to default on its debt than a soup company. DONT NEED GOVT IF U GOT A BOWL OF SOUP
[Guild][SomeBrownman] or a bowl of dix

Honestly, I don't really like seeing NERD not surrounded by other capital letters. It stands out more, but so do minorities or fat kids, what's your point?

I'm dead serious about that Campbell's thing. 

I promised I'd post more this weekend, but well, promises are made like fingers, to be broken.

Oh, and I actually had someone come in game to whisper me that I'm an "immature asshole", which I failed to screenshot due to a brief spurt of downs, but it was pretty special and if you take anything you read on this blog personally or seriously, I recommend that you chilllll and realize that I don't mean half the things I say, I JUST LIKE TO SAY MEAN THINGS. YOUR UGLY AND NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE YOU.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Very Quick

I'll be adding to this later on today, but for nowwwww

I scooped (scoopaloop) wotlk and opted to level my gnome. My rationale is basically that the relative advantage of Human over Gnome racial is probably least significant on a mage when a good deal of CC is half duration on mages. Combine that with the fact that PvP trinkets have a fuckton of resilience and the actual on-use doesn't cost much in item budget and it's hard to really imagine a situation where human racial + random trinket is much better than PvP trinket + EA. Better casting animations and slightly better mini-racials too. (int, arcane resist) REALLY CAN'T DEAL WITH ANOTHER YEAR OF BASKET WEAVING IN MY VIDS.

Leveling will be really slow as I have really no more than 10-12 hours a week to contribute to WoW until 09 and I'll be gone a lot of the remainder of the year. Also, I spend the majority of my time ganking instead of leveling...Sup BaDF.

More WoW later.

So yesterday saw the biggest intraday Bond rally ever. Ever. Four points after the close alone. This is raining fire, four hoursemen of sweet sweet Apocalypse shit. 

There are significant dislocations in prices. Gasoline futures at one dollar per gallon? Hard to imagine global demand sinking that low. Citi June09 5 dollar puts are trading 2.8. THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY. With Citi stock at 4, sell the puts and if citi goes under, you lose 5-2.8 = 2.20. If Citi survives, you keep the 2.8 in premium. The world is saying it is more likely to go under than survive. Fuck, the trade is even way better than that as it is highly unlikely even if Citi fails, that their stock price will actually hit zero. (Might get saved or bought at 1 or 2 bucks)

Bond straddles trading for 12 ticks? Reallly?

Shit is fucking crazy in finance right now. People are certainly blowing up in these conditions. PPPPPARRTTTYYYYYY.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Twilight Needed More Vamp Lezzing Out

Well, I didn't nerd it up and pick up wotlk opening night. I thought about it, but let's face it, peasants, I had better things to do, such as reading the fourth Twilight book. I really hate Jacob, which is weird considering my love for a less-jacked-and-tall-non-werewolf native american from FH. God, I miss his smooth, tan skin and boyish grin so much right now.

I was going to go pick it up thursday night, but well, Bond movie. Priorities people. It's got sweet Olga whatsername in it too. From sweet sweet, okay awful, Hitman. She looks all spanish-ified in it, which is borderline creepy, but I can deal. So any reunion between me and utter nerdom will have to wait afew days. As I've said many a time, or many times, I probably won't be back to playing until Jan, as I'll be gone most of Dec. (TOKYO HEYO)

My interests have definitely changed over the past few months, and I'm not really sure I'll ever play much again. I don't really expect people to understand or relate, but I spend most of my time on other interests. The financial world craziness is a moderate distraction, but honestly doesn't prohibit my playing -- it's just lack of interest. I mostly miss being stupid with my friends and talking shit to baddies. And coming up with sweet arena team names. And chilling on IRC with my ethugs.

That's really the point isn't it. Nobody was really into arena because it was fun and less nerdy than slaying dargons. It was about thugging pure and simple. While PvErs were theorycrafting DPS rotations and optimizing consumables, we were talking about going balls deep on some sucks. WAY TO LOSE LOCK/PRIEST VS MAGE PRIEST. BAD BAD BADBADBADBAD. PvP was a celebration of other's incompetence and mediocrity. We might all come from different backgrounds. From good countries like the US of Awesome or GodCanada to bad places like Peru or Chingchongchina, but it didn't matter, we came together (ew gross) to expose bads or those terribads carried by semibads or semibads in denial of their secret inner badness. That's what I miss anyways.

In finance, you just don't get to shit on people as hard as you do online, unless they were Lehman or something. You can take their money, fuck their girlfriends and tell them to kill themselves, but it's not as good as calling them BAD. In the real world, you can always get a new job, a new girlfriend, get your wrists stitched back up, but in a video game, if you're truly BAD, you're BAD forever. Practice doesn't fix BAD. Nor do better teammates. Or a better class. Or winning a lot. Or winning tournaments or titles, you're always still BAD. The true ethugs know the BADs when they seem 'em. 

Then there's the fact that the age of finance (read the fin like the fin in shark, baddies) is coming to an end. There used to be tons of message boards and forums dedicated just to discussing what the most prestigious jobs or firms were. Much the same as GameRiot, they were mostly focused on talking shit through comments anonymous on the internets. 

Instead of bragging about ratings, people bragged about league table rankings for their BB or how they were on the "structured products" desk. Faggots every one of them. BB is bulge bracket by the way. The BB used to be Citi, CSFB, Deutsche Bank (pronounced doosh), Goldman, JP, Morgan, and UBS -- however just like with the Ivy's, there was a trinity -- Goldman, Morgan, and Merrill. 

Truth be told, the real "core" baller status firms were Lehman, Morgan, Goldman, Merrill, and Bear. These were the only firms allowed to play at real leverage levels -- everyone else was restricted to a pussy 12 to 1. Well, three out of five of are gone. The other two have been sodomized into becoming commercial banks. I can't wait to open a Goldman checking account. Scrubs.

There will still be money to be made, choice jobs to be had, but the whole culture that built up around it is on the way out. Finance created bottled service, assfucking desperate near-30 suburb girls, eating pizza off naked hookers, and a brand of elitism and deuchery never before seen.

Can our culture survive? What will we do?

Talk to normal girls? Provide some benefit to society instead of leeching from "peasant status" taxpayers who we obsess about being better than?

I don't know. I just want to call baddies bad and tell girls "no ass? thanks i'll pass." What the fuck.


Saturday, November 8, 2008

I'm a Professional Skeet Shooter

From SkeepShootingTips.com:

  • Skeet Shooting is a wonderful sport that can be enjoyed by all - participant or spectator. In fact, even at competion level, skeet shooting like many other shooting sports is one where you will find the age difference between participants can be quite large
  • If you are not sure whether the sport is for you, why not find the details of your nearest club and go along to their next shoot. You will get a feel for the sport and the excitement and if you are lucky you may get a chance to try a few shots yourself.
  • You can’t stop a shot in mid-air, so do not fire unless you know exactly where your shot is going and what it will strike.
  • Use a cleaning rod and patch to wipe away anti-rust compounds or any other residues or obstructions in the barrel
  • When firing, rely on your instincts
IM GOING PRO

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

With a Pocket Full of Dicks

It's impossible to deny that, in the midst of political and financial crisis, I've disappointed you. I try to sit down and blog or work on a story, and all that runs through my mind are jokes about treasury inflation protected securities. (Just the TIPS yo)

I attended the Chicago Obama bash Election night. I didn't vote. Nor did I even consider voting terribly strongly. Voting just seems so peasant status. Enjoying potential riots with the plebs = cool. Voting = not cool. Least that's my logic. That being said, there was a distinct lack of rioting.

I expected Rage Against level moshing and angry denouncing of the white man. (Isn't that what the whole Obama presidency is about?) Instead, it was a bunch of chubby hipsters giddily rubbing up against each other, swaying awkwardly and out of sync to a virtual kumbaya blasting from the sky. At one point, one guy next to me got a little too excited -- he started cheering, giggling and hiccuping out of control until he finally exploded vomit onto the couple in front of him. They failed to notice the violation, only the smell, to which his only response was a perpetual shit eating grin for the next hour.

We didn't break anything. Set nothing on fire. I saw a few cute girls go unraped. Is this how we celebrate a change in leadership now? No deflowering or carnage?

To be honest, I think my problem with politics is that I can't really get behind a candidate with any real emotion or conviction. I don't like being in relationships where I care about someone more than me. You might like Obama, but he doesn't even know you exist. I can't deal. It's like the nerdy somewhat Autistic kid befriending the cutest girl in high school. She matters more to you, than you to her. Eventually, she starts dating because "she doesn't see you that way" and you're left fantasizing about raping and murdering her. (lots of rape in this blog so far...)

Some of you are probably reading along thinking "broseph, supporting Obama? That's not baller status. He takes your moneys."

The truth is, and all you Jews out there should probably close your eyes and scroll down for this, there might potentially be other things besides the moneys.

Sometimes you take one for the team. It's not all about using your god given skills to take from the poor and build giant castles in the sky. Because you have to think about what kind of sky your castle is in. And maybe even what kind of ground is beneath that sky. A big piece of the pie still sucks if the pie isn't fuckably delicious. I'm mixing metaphors here, but there are issues, and sometimes you pay up to have the world more the way you want it.

Take gay marriage. I don't like dudes. I've never been to China because that whole girl-killing thing makes me think the whole country is one big sausage party. But if you want to reduce their impact on your life, wouldn't allowing gay marriage be wise? They'll be homoing in their homes instead of out on the streets gaying it up. I already won't associate with married men, this just lumps the two groups together -- those who don't seek pussy. 

I fail to see how any dude doesn't like abortion. First of all, it involves the killing of a human being. Something we would all like to do at least once. Sure it's a fetus and not a homeless guy, but you're still ENDING someone. Second, why do you want to increase the chance that condom failure or girls lying about the pill ruins your life? Abortion significantly increases your probability of sex earlier in life, and let's face it, the girls were hottest in high school anyways.

Anyway, those are two of the main issues that prevent me from getting behind Miss Alaska, at least in a non-literal sort of way. You'll notice I don't mention anything about what one camp will or won't do for the economy. Partially, I've become disillusioned. I'm not very convinced that anyone beyond some of the smarter minds at the Fed even understand the primitive workings of our economy. (Note that I do have some faith in Uncle Ben and his squad of Awesome, though it is fading pretty fast - hi2u currency swaps)

We obsess about "balancing the budget" and think in terms of monetary multiples, but these are archaic and embarrassing ways of thinking. We're on a fiat currency. These ideas don't even really make much sense. It's more about whether we spend money on the right things than how much we spend. Spending on things that have positive net economic effects...I won't get into a soft currency rant at this particular moment, but think about what the real value of a US dollar is. You're probably checking the mirror about now checking for blonde, but yeah, there isn't any value beyond the fact that the American government requires taxes to be paid in terms of US dollars. That's it. (This becomes somewhat more complicated quickly, hence why it is so poorly understood) There's no "limit" on federal spending -- being in a deficit doesn't mean we might "run out." (Moreover, the fear that China will liquidate our debt is also kind of silly, because their assets are largely intangible reserves held at the fed, by not accepting our treasuries, all they accomplish is arbitrage their reserves already at the fed)

That previous paragraph was pretty poorly written and very confusing. I'm happy to argue/debate in the comments, but fundamentally economic policy has been radically altered by shifting away from the gold standard and then complicated with the increased globalization of assets and reserves. Old ways of thinking don't work. ^^

I'm feeling all political now, so three one offs:

Fuck unions. Fuck pensions. Scrap the idea of 401ks and Roth IRA blah blah blahs.
Fuck US educational system. Privatize them shits.
Stop letting old people into hospitals unless they pay cash. (Nobody over 85 = $$$$ health care savings) Spend money treating children not extending the lives of 95 year olds by three months. 

RALLY AROUND THE FAMILY

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Increase Your Baseball APM

Daaaamnnnn.






Okay if you think that was gay...and it was, I make amends with this one:

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Hallow's Eve

Best holiday of the year.

Some countries don't celebrate this critical day, so I'll briefly describe the rituals of halloween.

  1. Guys dress up as anything, girls dress up as slutty anything.
  2. Copious drug use. (as a child, you're limited to candy, but candy is still pretty fucking good)
  3. Boring girls trying for one night to prove they can be naughty.
The trick (or treat) of Halloween is doing the holiday right. And I'm not going to be some sort of asshole who judges people based on their costumes -- it's what underneath the costume that counts. That being said, if you dress up as something too ironic, too clever, or too nerdy, noone will see your inner beauty on Hallow's Eve, so be careful.

Actually, fuck that, I'm going to list the best costumes I saw.

Top 10 Costumes of 08 (That I Saw...)

  1. Pete Doherty - black trilby, vest, fingerless gloves, chucks, and bag of coke. 
  2. Patrick Bateman - Balenciaga suit + transparent rain jacket + fake axe = EPIC
  3. Slutty Joe the Plumber - A girl with a "Joe" janitorial jacket and nothing else but a white teddy and white pumps.
  4. Amy Winehouse - A scronny dude with fake ink and general crazy scaryness.
  5. Fired Lehman Employee - Suit + "Will Ibank for Food"
  6. "Slutty" Slutty Pirate - Slutty pirate is a traditional costume. This slutty pirate wore nothing but a bikini and a triangular hat. What she lacked in pirate boots, she made up for with "inner beauty."
  7. Slutty To-Do List - Linergie + A blank list with checkboxes written on her stomach in Sharpie. (She filled it)
  8. Lloyd (from Entourage) - I'm not so sure about this one but there was this Asian kid in a sweater and I'm pretty sure this is what he was going for.
  9. Huey, Duey, and Luey - Three dudes, balling out Ducktales style. Eat a dick three amigos or three musketeers.
  10. The Bride (from Kill Bill) - The yellow jumpsuit, perfect match, with the yellow leather Tiger sneakers too! SICKMODE

Okay, that's all I can remember. 

I was in L.A. this year for Halloween, which was awesome and one of the most epic nights of my life, but sadly prohibited me from partaking in one of the best Halloween traditions -- Watching the walk of shame. The post-Halloween party morning walk of shame is a truly beautiful thing. Girls in humiliating and half un-done costumes, heels in hand, stumble barefoot and wretch their way back to their homes for a few good solid hours of crying, checking for scars, and wondering why they're so sore "there." Guys stroll back home outgrinning the carved pumpkins that line their path or sulk back dejectedly cursing their Han Solo costumes. There are always amazing sights to see on this morning. Little windows into the beautiful and sad lives of others. Alas, not this year.

Any epic costumes you've seen this year? Stories? Tricks?

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Nom nom nom

Back and sort of responding to old comments on things. So tired. zzz.

Who was at that Notwist show? =p

Monday, October 20, 2008

SO CLOSE

I JUST WANT TO BE S CLASS FUCK

Thursday, October 16, 2008

God Damn Fake Raddy

Fuck you in your dumb butt.

I am NOT fired.

I HATE YOU. xoxoxo

I don't plan on playing WotLK much. I still might, currently undecided. Currently, RL is madness and drains all of my energy -- not so much my time, but I have other interests. (Not dicks)

(Okay, yes, dicks)

I'm going to continue writing and blogging, although with not much frequency until the world regains some semblance of normalcy. I'm going to be out of the country for a large part of the remainder of the year, so if you can't find me online...that's why. 

My general "plan" for WoW and this site is:
 - chill and slack with homies while they level if I can (probably not but who knows)
 - arena casually with nonsucks with nonnonpersonality disorders
 - worship dicks
 - discuss dicks and write stories about fairy magics and their inverse relationship to dicks
 - never read Nerdriot
 - miss Mingaling fiercely
 - god checklists are gay. Gayer than the time I sucked dick and liked it. 

I DID NOT GET FIRED. GOD DAMN YOU FAKE RADDY. 

Okay, I'm off to celebrate Octoberfest. I'll have nerdy emo ragings about tomorrow night's Notwist show I'm sure.  

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Mending of the Gown OMGOMG

Okay.

So I went to see Sunset Rubdown last night at Empty Bottle. I went stag. To the early show. Which is pretty much the most emo fucking thing ever. I was supposed to go with this girl, but she's extremely kellogs and canceled last second on me after already making me get the early show tickets instead of the late show.

Now most of you, I hope to God-Allah-Auron, have never been to such an early emo rock show. But because you're minds are all sorts of inquiring on what it is that happens and such things, I shall tell you.

There are bearded white dudes. They nod a lot. The end.

The show itself was actually pretty tight and was mostly new stuff. (Much to the dismay of the bearded "I wish I were Mike Cera" fanboys crying for shitty ballads all night) But the lack of dancing killed it for me. I can't deal with the "I'm digging the vibe but am too cool to dance" thing. It's gay. Nobody likes the person that acts too cool for their environment. You engage and go balls deep or get the fuck out. Live your life, balls deep.

Don't go urban dictionary 'kellogs' by the way, I have no clue wtf those nerds are thinking. Kellogs = flaky. GOD.

Notice my font is back to normal, I don't really know what the fuck happened two posts ago. It was scary and I can't promise it will never happen again, but I can promise to really regret it when it does.

On to finance-y thoughts:

The two things that are not getting coverage are insurance (life, disability, whatever) and consumer credit (credit cards, auto loans). They're getting some attention, fair enough, but not enough. Understand that these are the areas where there is major economic risk.

I'm going to oversimplify a bit, and if you're pissed at me doing so, I'll gladly argue with you in comments on details, whatever, but let's talk life insurance real quick.

The idea of life insurance is that you have tables that predict when you're client will die and you'll need to pay out his coverage. (say 1 million bucks) So you figure how long that'll be, figure out what the implied compounded interest rate that is implying, and you charge your customer payments so that you can cover that inevitable liability and turn a profit. This is similar to a bank except that you are simply taking in lots of money and instead of actually lending it to other customers, you're synthetically lending it by promising to pay a lump sum in the future. Because you're synthetically lending money at some interest rate, you need to be able to borrow money at a lower interest rate to be profitable. When markets are good, you make money on every side of this business. It is cheap to borrow dollars and you're able to turn a profit on the payments you're receiving by investing in the stock market. You pick up "edge" on both sides.

However, there is nowhere for insurance companies to invest right now that is going to yield the interest rates they need to cover their synthetic loans. Moreover, they cannot borrow money effectively due to the credit crisis. As the credit situation remains stressed, the insurance companies stare at ever increasing liability pools without anywhere near the assets to match. This hasn't exploded yet, but is an inevitable concern for both the insurance companies and those who hold insurance policies. (Insurance policies are insured not federally but by the states -- typically not in excess of 300k. Sorry bro on that 1M life insurance policy!)

Consumer credit is the other fuckshow. Credit cards charge rates that reflect the fact that people simply don't pay off their debt. (which is retarded to me, and btw, is almost ALWAYS the best investment you can make-- paying off cc debt) The same problem arises in consumer credit as in mortgages. As defaults rise and funding becomes more expensive, the spread that has been profitable for credit cards in the past quickly becomes insufficient. (If everyone in America maxes out their credit cards right now, no more America... the same could probably be said for any part of the world, but the fragility of the economy currently magnifies our dependence on debtors being generally reliable on their payments -- if they aren't, there simply isn't the liquidity out there to the financing necessary)

This is not meant to be doom and gloom or anything like that, just ranting. The markets are already pricing all of this in. If you're wondering why insurance company and credit card stocks are tanking especially hard over the past two or three weeks, this is generally why. (They are pretty much the hardest hit parts of the economy outside of core finance)

why can't I find the "oh my god, you're gay" Stifler quote from the first American Pie on youtube, FUCK