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Patch 5.4 – Blood Death Knight Tanking

I was surprised at how often I’ve done Blood Death Knight tanking in the past while running quests, or soloing content for that matter. I never had the gear for it, and still managed to survive quite well. Things took longer to die, but so did I. This is what is known as a Good Thing. Outliving things you’re trying to stab to death is always a better result than the other way around.

Preach discusses the Blood DK for patch 5.4, and you’d do well to listen to him. So listen! Also, watch!

Well This Is Awkward

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Uh, Hi there.  It’s me, Herculano.

It has been almost one year since I last logged into World of Warcraft.  When I left, there was no animosity towards the game or the community.  I just found more interesting things to do with my spare time.  Things like going on trips, moving to a new house with my girlfriend, getting engaged to said girlfriend, losing twenty pounds.

I’m not bragging (*cough*bullshit*cough* — Editor) but between what real life had to offer, and what WoW offered. real life won my time.

When I walked away from World of Warcraft, I left cold-turkey.  I stopped listening to the podcasts, stopped following the blogs, everything.  I cut all ties to the game and never looked back.  Until now.

After a year away, I downloaded the latest episode of “The Instance” just to see how things have been going in the World of Warcraft.  The main topic seemed to be about balanced druids, but Scott Johnson mentioned a few things that surprised me.

  • World of Warcraft is down to 7.8 Million subscribers!  I think they were still floating around ten million before I left.
  • Ghostcrawler is gone.  How the Hell did that happen?  There might have been talk of that before I left, but I was still surprised when I heard that.
  • There is a mythic tier of gear.

I’m sure there are plenty of other things that have happened in the past year that I’m not aware of.  I know Warlords of  Draenor is the next expansion, that Garrosh Hellscream is a total dick, and you can buy a level 90 character

Is there anything else I should know about?

Why I Quit World of Warcraft

 

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(Editor’s Note — I felt I should post something regarding my absence.  I could have just let the blog disappear, fade away, but I really enjoyed writing for it.  I still enjoy blogging, I just do it over HERE now.  But since World of Warcraft was a part of my life for so long, I felt I should give it proper closure.  It’s not you, WoW, it’s me.)

See the thing is, I think I quit playing WoW long before I quit playing WoW.

I’m sure many people were (or are currently) the same way.  You log in, pick your toon of choice, and do your chores.  Chores can be anything you do on a housekeeping level, game-wise.  For me, I would log in to my AH toon and check the mailbox.  I’d gather up the gold from any sales, bundle up whatever didn’t sell, and repost it.  After that, I’d bop over to my main and plant crops, then maybe run some dailies.  That was it.  That was my daily play sessions.

But WoW is a MMORPG.  It’s flexible for different playstyles, but if you’re not personally interacting with other people you end up going through the motions, much like I did.  I was a Lone Wolf player for 99% of my online gaming history.  I was in guilds, I’d chat occasionally, but for the most part I just logged in and did my own thing.

Two things happened that really finished my WoW desires.  The first happened when Blizzcon 2013 was announced.  I was lucky enough to attend the past two Blizzcons, but the timing of them were horrible for my academic schedule.  I was going to Trades School during both of those Blizzcons, and it turned out that school started the Monday after Blizzcon, two years in a row.  To make matters worse, school was also a 6-8 hour drive from home.

The Sunday after Blizzcon was a nightmare for me.  I would check out of my hotel at around 4am, catch a shuttle to the airport to catch my flight, get off the plane a few sleepless hours later, drive home, pack my stuff, drive another eight hours to get to the place I was staying at, unpack for the second time that day, and get ready for classes the following morning. 

It was totally worth it because I got to experience something amazing with some very cool people. 

This year, not only did I not have to go to school, but Blizzcon fell on my scheduled days off.  No rushing to catch a flight on Sunday.  I could casually fly back to my igloo the following Monday if I wanted to, giving me more time to hang out with folks from the community.  It was as if Fate was finally throwing me a bone after two years of cutting my Blizzcon experience short.

Then I didn’t get a ticket.  I didn’t even get the opportunity to try and buy one. 

Instead of throwing me a bone, Fate dangled a carrot in front of me and yanked it away before I could take a bite, then kicked me in the balls for good measure.  Twice.  

Getting kicked in the balls, even metaphorically, really sucked the WoW mojo out of me.  I’d kept up with the community, tried to get involved, because I felt I had people I could connect with at Blizzcon.  When I realized that I wasn’t going to Blizzcon, my already dwindling motivation for playing WoW sank right to the bottom of the toilet.  There would be no personal interaction.  No handshakes and smiles.  No conversations.  No faces to go with the voices. 

Then something else happened to take up my time.

WoW had always been something I would do to kill time when I had it.  Instead of watching TV or surfing the Internet, I’d play WoW.  I was a single guy who didn’t have much else going on, so I had plenty of “disposable time”.

Then I met a lady and my life went from World of Warcraft to World of Wowcraft. 

The RL game became much more fun to play, as it tends to be when you’re grouped with the right person.  In the past six months, we’ve travelled from Canada to Las Vegas twice (raiding for phat loots at the roulette table… she got the purple drops, mine were grey, stupid RNG).  We’ve seen sharks and dolphins, white tigers and lions, and even a polar bear (OMG rare spawns).  We’ve even checked out one of the oldest but well designed zones in the RL game, the Grand Canyon (the designers did a great job at making a giant ditch look epic).  I’ve never had so much fun grouping up in my life, and when you’re in a good party where everyone clicks, you never want it to stop.  That tends to pull time from things a little lower on the priority scale.

I have pretty much dropped off the WoW grid.  I don’t follow WoW podcasts anymore, or check out the various sites.  I have no idea what patches are dropping, or what class changes have been happening.  I still keep in touch with folks on Twitter, but unless things change I’ve found another game to take up my time.  That used to be WoW.  Now, it’s RL, and I don’t miss the virtual reality world all that much.

 I never say never.  But for now I’ll say… for now.

Superman Plays World of Warcraft

I will pwn you, Kal-El.

I will pwn you, Kal-El.

 

Henry Cavill is Hollywood’s new “It” man.  He’s good looking, killer physique, modest, and go figure, kicked all sorts of ass as Superman in the franchise revamp movie Man of Steel.  By all accounts, Cavill did an amazing job as DC’s ultimate Super Hero.  But this almost didn’t happen because a) Cavill is a true team player, and b) Cavill is a World of Warcraft nutbag.

ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

Your Mom Is A Blood Death Knight

I hope you bought her flowers.

I hope you bought her flowers.

Some things are just a given.  For example, in the animal kingdom, most of us know that it would be twelve shades of stupid to get between a mother and its spawn.  Sure that little bear cub wandering around the camp ground looks cute, but if Mama catches you anywhere near that cub you won’t have to “play” dead.

The only way out of the tent is through the bear's butt after it eats you and poops you out.

The only way out of the tent is through the bear’s butt after it eats you and poops you out.

Human mothers are less, uh, savage, but still very protective of their children.  They protect their kids from strangers, the evils on television, and even their father after Junior decided it would be a great idea to scribble all over the walls in permanent marker.  I think we’ve all been there – we do something stupid and Mom is there to protect us, make us feel safe, tell us it’s going to be okay and to just ignore your Father’s shouting and Oh Bill stop it you’re over reacting we were going to repaper the walls anyway he didn’t know any better he’s been eating the paste again.

Uh, we’ve all been there… right?  Right?

*tap tap* Is this thing on?

Bringing this around to World of Warcraft and Death Knights, your Mom protected you.  Kept you safe.  Just like a tank in World of Warcraft. Your Mom tanked your Dad, and all the other things in the World.  Tanked them just like a Blood Death Knight.

You might be thinking that this was a bit of a stretch, some pandering for the Mother’s Day holiday.  To that I say shut up and go thank your Mother for bringing you into the World in the first place.  And if you’re reading this and you’re a Mom… ‘sup.

Happy Mother’s Day!