Tomorrow: Epic Mount
Oh, man. Talk about being a fuckin' anti-social hermit this weekend. On Friday after work (and this here is a testament to how sad I am), I logged in immediately and started PvP-ing in Arathi Basin from about 7 PM to 4:30 AM. I managed to join the Alliance A Team, led by a Rogue with Grand Marshal aspirations. At 4:30 the leader decided to call a sleep break and we'd start up at 8 AM server (10 AM my time) again.
So I was up and at 'em after only five hours of sleep and back on the computer. The queues were pretty shitty up until about 11:30 or 12:00 PM and then we were full bore. We were pwning Hore pick-up groups in AB all fucking day. Every so often we'd encounter the Horde's A Team and these fights were long, arduous, and had a 50/50 chance of a win for either side. Not very HK-farming efficient but we were blessed with relatively few encounters with them. I went to bed at around 3 AM that night after reaching Exalted with the League of Arathor.
Sunday morning again up at around 11 AM to log in. Checking my honor I saw that I had amassed a whopping 99k honor for Saturday alone. Holy shit! A few matches in and we five-capped a PUG which fulfilled my recently aquired quest for a neat golden battle tabard that showed the world how much fucking time I have on my hands to fill it with shit like this. No matter, the fights continued. I kept PvP-ing until 9 PM when my guild went to BWL. Not being pathetic enough to pull an all-nighter when I had work the next morning, I shut down at midnight.
This morning I logged in quick before work and almost freaked out because the server informed me that my account was disabled. "WTF?!?" But then I remembered that since my bank had been bought out by Wachovia, they had sent me a new bank card with a whole new number and I had forgotten to change my World of Warcraft account information with the new credit card number. So I did that quickly and was relieved to see that I could get in once more. (Internet FTW.)
For the last week I have collected 289,000 honor. This is more than enough to push me through that last 40% to Commander. I'm pretty sure. Which is why I'm not going to take any chances and will try to get an invite into the A Team one last time tonight and milk those nubs for all I can. I will be damned if I find out Tuesday that I am 99.99% into Lieutenant Commander.
This bitch is going all the way. The Black Battle Cat will be mine, goddammit.
A friend* of mine who also has the same goal as me and has been playing on the same team with me told me that if I collect too much honor I will be tempted to keep going. Hell no. I don't care how far into Commander's rank I get. I will not waste any more time grinding honor. My goal was the mount and that is where I will stop.
It becomes a nightmare, in my mind, to have to grind from rank 11 to 14. That's just fucking insane.
*In the middle of typing that sentence I realized that he wasn't a real friend of mine, just a guy in my guild that I have become aquainted with. But I find it odd that my first instinct was to call him a friend.
So I was up and at 'em after only five hours of sleep and back on the computer. The queues were pretty shitty up until about 11:30 or 12:00 PM and then we were full bore. We were pwning Hore pick-up groups in AB all fucking day. Every so often we'd encounter the Horde's A Team and these fights were long, arduous, and had a 50/50 chance of a win for either side. Not very HK-farming efficient but we were blessed with relatively few encounters with them. I went to bed at around 3 AM that night after reaching Exalted with the League of Arathor.
Sunday morning again up at around 11 AM to log in. Checking my honor I saw that I had amassed a whopping 99k honor for Saturday alone. Holy shit! A few matches in and we five-capped a PUG which fulfilled my recently aquired quest for a neat golden battle tabard that showed the world how much fucking time I have on my hands to fill it with shit like this. No matter, the fights continued. I kept PvP-ing until 9 PM when my guild went to BWL. Not being pathetic enough to pull an all-nighter when I had work the next morning, I shut down at midnight.
This morning I logged in quick before work and almost freaked out because the server informed me that my account was disabled. "WTF?!?" But then I remembered that since my bank had been bought out by Wachovia, they had sent me a new bank card with a whole new number and I had forgotten to change my World of Warcraft account information with the new credit card number. So I did that quickly and was relieved to see that I could get in once more. (Internet FTW.)
For the last week I have collected 289,000 honor. This is more than enough to push me through that last 40% to Commander. I'm pretty sure. Which is why I'm not going to take any chances and will try to get an invite into the A Team one last time tonight and milk those nubs for all I can. I will be damned if I find out Tuesday that I am 99.99% into Lieutenant Commander.
This bitch is going all the way. The Black Battle Cat will be mine, goddammit.
A friend* of mine who also has the same goal as me and has been playing on the same team with me told me that if I collect too much honor I will be tempted to keep going. Hell no. I don't care how far into Commander's rank I get. I will not waste any more time grinding honor. My goal was the mount and that is where I will stop.
It becomes a nightmare, in my mind, to have to grind from rank 11 to 14. That's just fucking insane.
*In the middle of typing that sentence I realized that he wasn't a real friend of mine, just a guy in my guild that I have become aquainted with. But I find it odd that my first instinct was to call him a friend.
posted by R @ 3/06/2006 03:20:00 PM
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