Peacebloom

I don't know about your server, but this still might look familiar:



What's wrong with these people---such cries for attention, such display of low self-esteem.

It's so easy to join in the "anon" fuckfest too, to get sucked in yourself---who cares, why so srs? It's just a game.

But principles, if you have them, are a funny thing. Rules can be changed, the TOS can be modded, and Ignore Lists can be expanded. But principles can't be thrown out because "it's just a game"---they wouldn't be principles then.

These people just need a little peace, and sometimes they are so broken that it requires others to show tremendous amounts of it with them, for them.

Peace.

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Peacebloom

//I know where you go when you cry and bawl
//why do you gear to be broken?
//ooh - I know where you go when you lie and crawl
//yes your guild they tell me everything

//yes I know where you go
//yes I know what you do
//yes I know the awful things you post
//and how you flame on Blue
//yes I know where you go
//yes I know what you do

//I know how you heal, you get lazy in stride
//you say it faults in the tankin'
//oh - I know just how you feel when you get crazy nerf-ied
//your Tank she said that you are drama queen

//oh - I can see it in your spec
//I can see your glowy hands
//yes I think you think I'm stupid
//you don't think you're understood
//yes I see you and I see myself
//when I was a younger toon

//when you leveled 5
//you were happy and free
//you were my reason to play
//you would ding then you whispered me
//I can still see you
//I remember you picking
//Peacebloom on your toon

//oh - I know where you go when you cry and bawl
//hey don't you taunt to be snappy?
//yah - I know where you go when you lie and crawl
//your useless guild they tell me everything - everything

//I see you strafe around in circles
//I see you blaming other roles
//I see you tank the fights you just can't tank
//I see you losing self control
//what it does to me deep down inside
//I hope you will never know

//when you leveled 5
//you were happy and free
//you were my reason to play
//you would ding then you whispered me
//I can still see you
//picking flowers and the cloth
//I remember you happy - I remember it all

//yah - when you leveled 5
//you were happy and free
//you were my reason to play
//you would ding then you whispered me
//I can still see you
//I remember you picking
//Peacebloom on your toon

//ooh - Peacebloom on your toon [peacebloom on your toon]
//yah - Peacebloom on your toon [peacebloom on your toon]

//all I want to remember
//picking flowers and the cloth
//I remember you happy - I remember it all
//all I want to remember [all I want to remember]
//Peacebloom on your toon

//ooh - Peacebloom on your toon
//ooh - Peacebloom on your toon
//yah - Peacebloom on your toon

Down the Hatch, Down the Line

Ugh, Monday.

If I wasn't so awsum, I'd hate to face Mondays like the rest of you.

It's weird to me---are Tuesdays like our Mondays for our characters? Do they wake up on Tuesday reset with their hair splattered and sticking up with Tenebron guts, finding themselves wearing some other class' tierpants as a helmet (and whatthefuck, it was gemmed wrong!), and a migraine the size of XT's heart from all the MGD (Morning Glory Dew) that went down the hatch?

What a wild weekend.

Anyways, since I'm a giver, I'll help you out. It's ok, you can thank me later.

If you face the rest of the day with the following in your head, gg to the rest of all your loser coworkers who are more miserable than you. Eff em anyway---they steal your yogurt thus fucking up your diet, and look through your CrateandBarrel catalog without ever returning it.



You know, when I was growing up, I made fun of what my parents listened to. Did you? I was way too cool and hip to even be in the same room. Our parents probably emoraged against their parents in the same fashion, and so on---it chains over and over like Thorim Lightning on hardmode, all the way back to some Caveman's spawn rolling its eyes and sticking its tongue out in defiance when Daddy played "Mammoth and Me" for the 50th time on Rokk Band.

Now that I have the privilege to look back, what a little shit I was. And you were too---what the hell did you know growing up?

Have you ever looked back on something in this game, and thought "what a little shit I was" or something to that effect. What a humbling and empowering experience it can be. Humbling, because somehow, despite your rampant toolbaggery and unwarranted snob enchant, you made it to today without having your teeth kicked in. If you could watch yourself do what you did, it'd be straight up embarrassing.

Empowering, because it's not just about RPG (remorse/pity/guilty). You made it to today after all and it's never too late.

And if you step up having seen the difference between what you were back then, what you are now, and what you could---no, should be, then somewhere down the line we'll be in a place where yogurt is shared, catalogs are returned, and even Mondays are great days.

Song and Dance

Koreans love Michael.

I can't explain it, we just do.



I don't like the hostguy sitting in the back though. My girl Bom is ripping it up on the meters and whatthefuck is he doing:



It's probably because Michael wasn't only a singer, but he was a dancer. Dancing is very important because of everything it involves---knowing how your body moves, keen ears for the music, spacial awareness, and sometimes tight flashy pants that sparkle + 4inch hooker clearheels that have goldfish in the platforms.

It's like your Recount DPS on a targetdummy in Stormwind---no one cares except that LVL29 Twink Rogue who's running by to grab more poisons from the vendor. He'll stop and watch for about 10sec before realizing he did more DPS than you in his last Arathi Basin. Anyways, targetdummy testing is just a weak clue to what you're really made of.

Performance in a real raid environment under real encounter mechanics is dancing, another story---if you can do it there, the weak clue comes alive with the joyous sound of music and your screen explodes into a mishmash of a Broadway musical and a Lil Jon video---you probably don't know what the hell is going on, but you love it.

Let's dance.

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So yah, when ABC or The Way You Make Me Feel pops up on my cryTunes, the maintank might as well spam /sit and get critted---cause I ain't at the keyboard healing, I'm divawaltzing across my room lipsynching into my hairbrush bishes.

The 5 People You Meet in Game Blog Heaven (Part I)

I LOVE THIS FUCKING VIDEO, I KNOW I SHOULD ACTUALLY HATE IT WITH A PASSION AND ALL IT STANDS FOR, BUT DAMN.

I'll chalk it up to the Venereal Hearing Type 1 Disorder, or VH1---if you're afflicted, even if you know it's bad you watch it anyway.



Oh, and my fav. part:





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My blog died back in April of this year, 2009.

I murdered it with no mercy. I beat the crap out of the archives, the layout (well, what was the sad excuse for a layout), everything. I'm talking Casinostylebeatings, except instead of coming from LeatherJacketJoePesci, it came from FurCoatSharonStone---just shorter and Asian.



I got quite a few emails after I killed my blog. Cries of NOWEI and WTFSTOOPID and WOMANMAKEMEASAMMICH. I was very touched. I considered crying many times, but I'd never ruin my makeup.

Jong (I guess he would be.. DeNiro?) even tried encouraging me to bring the blog back to life.

He told me that blogging success brought him tons of efame. He was especially quick to highlight all the epussy he's been getting lately and how utterly ridiculous I was being to pass up on epussy. For dramatic emphasis, he wrote epussy on the rind of an orange slice and stuck it in his mouth, smiling at me so I could see the word as he mumbled "ISF SHFEELS SHO GHOOHD HINN DHA SMOUFTH" (dummy.. the word was backwards anyways).

I'm not sorry at all I murdered my blog. It was my blog's time. We all have a time right?

Then, the other day I saw an email in my box with the subject The 5 People You Meet in Game Blog Heaven. It was sandwiched between MAKE UR PENIS GRO and LEASE A BMW S7 emails (clearly spam is a 2v2 effort these days).

I was like, WOW WHAT AN INTERESTING TITLE. Like a fool, I clicked on it (don't facepalm me you little shit, you'd do the same).

And now, I'm no longer at my desk at work---I'm soaring high, straight up, in fields of clouds. I don't know how long this has been going on, I seem to keep going higher and higher. I look below me, nothing. If there was a ground or floor or anything, it AFK'd out like the Horde in AV. I looked back up. Up up up, I kept going.

I'm fucked, aren't I.

Classic

Don't mind me.

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Intro:
//and now for my next number, i'd like to return to the cla-
//to the cla-
//to the cla-

//classic
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//warcraft classic

//classic
//[wa-wa-war] i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [j-jong]
//[the bubble with a hearthin' stone]

Jong:
//is ya'll ready for Twenty-0-9, Ulduar already out
//everybody's a killer, Dual Spec buggin' out
//since Level 6 showin' the Light what I'm about
//and they still wanna know when Commandos proc'in out
//ask the Lock rage, Hunters and ask the Trees
//what they definition of classic is
//timeless, cause Gear don't mean you're the shit
//Jong-Tsu Art of War with the Gel Frosted Tips
//and no doubt the Deeps - I top the Meters
//everybody co-signin' to they Google Reader
//since I came in the Blog became one of y'all leaders
//in the fresh pair of Lightforge-One Sneakers
//Lightforge we call 'em Lighties when they on divas
//prolly Flared when B-R-K-ONE sees us
//Braids, made you Death before the Coilers
//bet you Phae make 'em pay when she Root the voyeurs



Break:
//classic [warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//i'm everywhere you never been and better cause i for-the-win
//classic [wa-warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//i'd like to return to the classic [yah-yah]
//[phae-phae rest]

Phaelia:
//can't Snare this, Tank Bearness
//like a Owlkin, Cat Prowlin'
//it's Tree Formin', look how strong the HOT is
//that's what happens when you post shit that's whine-less
//that's what happens these T-SHIRTS are timeless
//what do it take to be a legend like Phae is
//that's so clever, I'm so whatevers
//I got a right to be a little bit Preggers
//I did a little bit of Bloggin'
//Expansions, it took 2 like Myspace
//to let me figure out this wasn't my pace
//the game glowed 'til you wishin' for Crib Space
//cause I be healin' shit, Resto evident
//and y'all missin' it, but I'm expectin' Twins? (editornote: harhar!)
//if it's classic, it's Wildheart forever then
//I'm everywhere you never been and better cause I FOR-THE-WIN



Break:
//classic [warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//i'm everywhere you never been and better cause i for-the-win
//classic [wa-warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//[buff the fort down, represent to the fullest]
//[braids and soulwell]

Braids:
//nerf Resilience
//see the fake hustler Raider to them it hurts to hear this
//oh you went Epic, yah that's nice
//now let me see you kill the same Boss twice
//3 times, bored times, then a couple of snore times
//please you're Turnin' with Keys, it's Mouse time
//it's one life to live, so this is the best you plan?
//Trade Chat could use one less Spam
//not enough Care, not enough Love Tender-ly
//to manufacture good citizens, Wo-men and Men
//when they do make the Gear you like ya Hit ain't right
//by the time you could farm it, you Miss what's important
//in the Patch silent, it's just I and -
//Pets keep dying, in my environment
//Linkin' ya Soul, when they Port home
//far from the good players they eager to diss on
//I like to to be the Blog that they post up on
//I like to see them Trolls, Banned for thinking wrong
//I'm classic like the Dread ones, the Mistful Shoe
//that's what I'm accustomed to



Break:
//classic [warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//i'm everywhere you never been and better cause i for-the-win
//classic [wa-warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//[of course we have -]
//[beastmaster b-r-k-one]

BRK:
//how many ya'll got Feign Death binded
//you - you - you - ya'll don't Raid Wipe it
//me - I got no Gems on my Neck
//why - I don't need 'em, I got your respect
//B-R-K-ONE, 20 Cats I spot
//I do it for Hobbes and Son, and Hunting spots
//this War-craft - and we's a nation
//don't you wanna hear mo' B-R-K on your R-S-S station?
//instead of broadcastin' how we stroke EPEENS
//on the Forum we need to hear more 'THANK YOU' and 'PLEASE'
//where you Trap, come on Double Trap
//this is the difference between Bloggin' and Hacks
//Hackers code lines that are mostly illegal
//Bloggers post lines to uplift they people
//Beast Stalk unity - havin' fun
//these are the lyrics of B-R-K-ONE



Break:
//classic [warcraft classic-classic]
//i'm better cause i for-the-win
//timeless [timeless-timeless]
//i'm everywhere you never been and better cause i for-the-win
//classic [wa-warcraft classic-classic]

//classic-classic

Take Care

From my first post evar:

"I've never posted a blog before. I've always thought they were 'meh' and I already pounded my keyboard enough throughout the day. But the first expansion for World of Warcraft is a few days away and I figured now would be a good time to keep some records about the game that has been keeping me busy for the last 3 years."

That was over 2 years ago.

Man, what a nooblol.

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I've already notified Jong that he's being kicked out of the apartment pronto. I'll be sending back his Hannah Montana posters via mail, but I'm probably going to throw out the replica Darth Vader costume out, that shit is heavy.

BUT, I hope his few cross posts over here means you'll continue back to Forbearance, his own blog, to encourage and support him---I think he really has a gift with style/words.

I pass my torch to him, even if a male Blood Elf Pally already flames more than a torch ever could.

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My journey with blogging about this game has come to its end. I enjoyed it immensely, and I can only hope the readers and other bloggers that have tagged along enjoyed it too.

There are more things in life that I'd like to enjoy, with the same energy/enthusiasm that I've put into blogging. If I free up some time by not blogging anymore, I can try those different things out with all my heart and soul.

There are many forms of happiness and fulfillment, I feel like it'd be a shame to miss out. I'd hate to think that at the end of my life, when I finally see God face to face, he'd pat me on the head and point out all the things that he had in store for me that I couldn't see---"you were doing it wrong."

Take care.

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Rafa: "Braidsy.. listen to me. Just.. say you're sorry. You can still be with the Blizzard. What you've blogged and waited for. You can have all you ever wanted."
Braids: "I know. But I don't want it. No---I can't want it anymore."