… so I can’t play WoW.
I know some people won’t or can’t log in due to things like:
- Expired subscription
- Lack of Internet connection
- Work
- Family obligations
- High latency (wimps!)
- Earthquakes, floods, cyclones, bushfires, nuclear meltdown or alien abduction
But one of my greatest deterrents to logging in, is the empty bar fridge.
Will raid for beer
Yes, I have a bar fridge.
Yes I have a bar fridge next to my PC.
Yes I have a bar fridge that is considered a part of my “office furniture”. It’s what my printer sits on (which in turn is Odin’s cat’s favorite perch).
I used to only have a normal fridge, but rushing to the fridge for a beer while guarding the Limber Mill can lose the node.
It also had the disadvantage of being closer to the toilet, thus an unnecessary temptation was introduced every time I ran for a beer…
Maybe I should make space in the bladder while I’m here…
I now have to reach past the bar fridge to turn on my PC and I reflexively open the fridge first… If it’s empty, I hesitate before starting the PC.
Real mates in a virtual world
I have mentioned before that one of the reasons I started playing WoW was so I could drink with my mates. This may seem strange, but when you consider that my friends of 30 years are now spread out in a 60km radius around the city, it mates a lot more sense to catch up virtually than to run the gauntlet of police, death and destruction by jumping in the car to meet up.
We do this occasionally. In fact there is a LAN this weekend (which I can’t make,,, grrr) designed to allow us to overdose on physical presence for a couple more months.
So when I log on to WoW, it’s not just for the slaying of Internet dragons, it’s for the burping, farting, slurring, shit-stirring interaction normally experienced in a dirty offcast-of-society public bar.
I know I’m not alone, many of my mates play by the old Kelly-pool rules we used in crappy clubs and billiard halls for years.
Rules:
- I can’t play well until beer number 5
- I play shit after beer number 7…
- Don’t let that stop you drinking!
- Drink till you have the 2nd wind (or drop)
What do you mean you don’t need alcohol to have fun…? damn virtual worlds will convince someone of anything!
My facerolling is different to yours
Many a raid has ended in literal facerolling due to:
- Vision becomes so blurry that one has to bury their face in the keyboard just to see which key to press, and while I’m down there, I might as well use my nose to press the button, or
- The player just faceplants due to lack of sleep and excess of personal poison.
I say I, but being a Mage, with only one or two keys to press, it’s not usually me faceplanting… It’s normally the healers who are both drunk and bored.
I ran out of beer the other day, so I fell back to backup plan number one.
I dragged out the duty free bottle of Jamiesons and tossed back a few.
Which got me uttering a new AFK statement. Rather than:
brb beer & bio
It became
Back in 3 shakes of the icetray.
Unfortunately the beer fridge is empty and the Jamieson’s bottle is now nothing more than a college shelf ornament.
So I haven’t logged in for two days.
No really, it’s had nothing to do with working 12+ hour days, it’s all to do with the empty shelves in the bar fridge.
I really need to get some beers in the fridge, it’s raid night tonight and I wouldn’t want to let the team down by being sober!
Gnomer and Out (of beer)!
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Gnome needs beer, STAT!
Medics arrived with Beer.
Raid was held
ISP did it’s best to induced the sensations of being overly drunk…
6+ attempts on Halfus where I DC’d mid-fight
i suddenly have a whole new appreciation for facerolling! hilarious post, sir — thank you!
There is some other kind of facerolling?
well, as someone who has questionable eyesight normally, adding a beverage-based angle made me smile. : )
I finally rolled a DK… now I understand what facerolling is, and it isn’t playing a Mage.
TBH I am a Deathtard, but no matter now badly I play, the mobs die and I live… I don’t even know what abilities I am using… I just mash the keyboard.
Red ALERT! Red ALERT! We have a code six in Australia! Mobilize the troops – that man needs a beverage of choice, pronto!
/sips beer. Sorry for your loss, mate
Great post. I trust that you’ll get the situation rectified posthaste. Until then, every time I take a drink, I’ll drink to you!
p.s. Your pre-wowplaying routine sounds uncomfortably close to mine
p.p.s. You don’t think that you’re my alternate hemisphere, mage-playing alter-ego, do you?
You suggesting I have some sort of multiple personality disorder?
I know this one works fine… so…
I’m a whiskey man, nothing says raiding like some Jack Daniels.
saves on the bios as well!
I have a friend who can’t tank while he’s sober. The stress gets to him
This post was in part inspired by Fuubaar and her inability to tank while sober as related on TNB Episode 123 – Killing Time Slowly
I hate you. Hate is all I have, hate and jealousy…
… jealousy and hate?
Over the bar fridge?
meh, in reality it is a greenhouse gas emitting indulgence which only encourages me to consume more, faster.
I can’t raid without a drink either. Mine is usually Powerade thgouh >.>
I raided and drank a rum and coke once. Let’s just say it didn’t go over well and I have stuck to Powerade since then.
powerade and…
I used to drink a bottle of whiskey out of a coke bottle… got pretty good at knowing how much coke to pour out so the whole bottle of whiskey would fit in.
“I primose Ossifer, eets only coco”
Not that I was cissed as a pricket…
I’m much the same, i have a full sized fridge on the left hand side of my computer desk, and my pc on the right.
I simply cannot play well without having tossed back a couple pints. I can’t heal without being good and pickled, I remember back during ICC raids, i could not do fester or rot without a good dose. Too much stress, to much over thinking.
happy to see i’m not the only one that raids that way. Running joke in my old raid guild (that went horde and left me alone on alliance side. What a bunch of pillocks) that raid time was 9 until sammich went face down.
lol you are a hardcore raider! Full sized fridge!
Yer, occasional blogger here at the home of the Gnome, Tree Hugger Dave, used to be our signal to call the raids… in part because he was asleep at the keyboard… put there by long encounter explanations, and the 2-3 empty bottles of wine next to his PC.
What else was he going to do while listening to a strat he had heard 100 times before, that had no relevance to him as a healer?