Ever been sapped by a Rogue?
Ever been sapped by a Rogue in an Arena?
Ever been sapped in an Arena, then blinded, then royally screwed over?
Ever been sapped by a Rogue blah blah blah, charged by a Warrior then frozen in place by, well, you pick a class, it is really irrelevant which class, and this little intro has really gone on too long anyway.
The key point is, have you ever been placed in a position by an external force while playing WoW, that leaves you not just only unable to do anything, but sapped?
Sapped of the will to continue with your immediate goal?
Sapped of your desire to play out the night?
Sapped of your desire to log in at all?
That’s where I am at right now, sapped, with my desire to play leaking every moment while I watch the clock tick by, wondering why I bother at all.
I know there are many people that are disaffected with WoW, hell Twitter, filled with WoW bloggers, fanboys and fangirls is awash with Rift talk. Even some of my closest friends only log onto WoW now for… actually, I’m not sure why they log on, but I know they are playing Rift.
But, I’m not disaffected by WoW, I’m still enjoying it, well I would enjoy it given the chance.
No, my ability to play WoW is nerfed not by Blizzard, nor even Arivina who quite happy, nay gleefully, took the opportunity to slice and dice me into tiny pieces at my request (I normally leave him pleading for me to stand still so he can scratch me before being roasted), but rather by my ISP.
My latency has been so bad.. bad, bad, bad, f’n bad.
But… it’s not their fault.
No, they only provide an internet service from my router to their closest base… so from Melbourne to Melbourne, after that… thanks for the money, but not our problem.
Which of course would be fine if the internet was in Melbourne, hell even Australia would be OK, but last time I checked our 20 million population wasn’t the epicentre of the internet, but last time I checked, we don’t really have that much content relative to the rest of the world.
So, 24 month contract says, if I can load a webpage, my internet is perfect, working as intended.
How do I express to you my lag issues.
I could tell you about the Arena games that we play, where my Arena encounter ends several minutes after the Arena itself has closed.
This of course assumes I can get into the arena after the pop.
This also assumes I get the pop before my friends are out and are trying to join us up for the next arena.
I could tell you about the Arena fights where everyone is fixed in place, and I just spam the buttons. I know my cooldowns, so I go through the dance, internally ticking off the cooldowns, hoping that no one has moved, hoping that my actions are paying dividends on everyone else’s displays, even if they show nothing on mine (one recent Arena was won with two kills to me, something I got to see several minutes after the game ended, just in fast forward).
There are the instances, like Shadowfang Keep, where for some reason I can’t hit the interrupts. Worse yet, I can’t even make it into the instance in time to participate… Shadowfang keep during Love is in the Air, boss was killed and my friends were in a real instance before I had complete loading…
BTW, does anyone apart from me still call them instances?
I could tell you about the standing in the bad… the bad that everyone else knows about, except me, because I wont see it for at the very least a few more seconds, most likely not until I see my corpse on the ground.
I could tell you about the joys of questing and grinding… hell, maybe I will.
Ever been to Twilight Highlands?
Yeah, of course you have… silly me, I’m lagging…
You know the beachhead, with the mobs you have to kill (or want to kill if you are farming cloth).
The one where there are occasional bombs, scantly littered across the battlefield?
Let me show you how I know it’s time to dodge a bomb or two…
Ahh yeah, you are probably familiar with those marks, you might even dodge one or two.
but, can you dodge them all?
it makes a bit mess…
but I’m used to mess…
Did I tell you about my back yard?
It got this long in 3 weeks.
I gave up on the whippersnipper, the Satan’s Grass as I call it, laugh in my face and pulled the cord from the machine every time.
Ultimately I decided to treat it like a paddock and hack it down with a brush cutter… it took 2 days just to hack it down.
My victory was short lived, it kept growing even though I was battered and bruised.
My weekends are now filled with mowing
Thanks again to Arivina for sticking his daggers in my back!
Gnomer and Out!
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