My World of Warcraft Adventure
A story of adventure, dwarves, and face sitting.
This is a tale of a dwarf. A tale of hardship. A tale of valor, of courage, of strength, treason, terrorists, an alien, the president, Jack Bauer and everything else that makes a good movie plot. But above all, above all of that, this was a story of Warcraft!
I recently stopped playing Warcraft for many reasons. Let’s start at the beginning. I chose to become a dwarf paladin, I wanted to be a gnome but I couldn’t be both a gnome and a paladin, and I really wanted to be a paladin so I settled for the next smallest thing and gave him a massive beard and called him Fuggle. And I was off, a new dwarf with my common shirt and common boots, the works, and I was thrown into a wasteland of ice. I started to speak to the few people that were around to try and get some quests, and so I completed about 100 quests and at this point I was level 20. Ok bit of an exaggeration, it was probably less quests than that. So this must have been about 6 to 7 hours of my life leveling up a character.
Now to me, the great gamer I am, this time is nothing, I’ve spent at least 40 hours playing Oblivion, but the thing is with Oblivion, sooner or later, I am going to finish every quest, find every item, level myself to the max and kill everything in sight, including the annoying fan numerous times. However with world of warcraft, there is no end, there will always be quests, and with the new expansion that has recently came out, there will be even more! Plus the level cap has now been raised to give people more reason to play…and pay to play of course.
The thing I done is warcraft after I got bored of the endless repetitive quests was to start making as much gold as possible. Of course, with anything in warcraft this took many weeks to acquire what was a decent amount of gold for my level and for any level up to about 40. So there I went, after learning my mining and smelting skills which cost me gold in itself, and I set out across the baron ice lands and into brand new worlds!
Of course I wasn’t high enough level to be there and I promptly died. And so I went, across the plains as a ghost of my former self because I didn’t want the xp deduction. Nobody wants the xp deduction. Well after another massive hike of what seemed to be an hour (by that point it was so late I had lost track of all time) I found my body, after respawning, I promptly died again. But I did manage to make a small bit of progress back towards safe land, so after finding my dead body several more times I finally managed to get back into the noobish zones of the ice lands. After deciding it was way too dangerous to leave the safety of the level 1 zone I decided to start mining there. After many hours of waiting for the copper to respawn and a fierce battle with another dwarf about who would get the next set of copper ore (I took his turn and legged it, it wasn’t a PVP server, he had nothing on me) I finally had 20 copper ore! Hurray! So after I initially set off 6 hours ago I arrived back in the dwarf city a famed hero well I say that, I just told a guy I had 20 copper ore to which he replied, and I quote “stfu noob”. I could see his point; I did still have pretty rubbish stuff by this point. I was the Dalton booth of dwarfs, but all that was about to change as I legged it to the other side of the city to smelt my ore into bars! I could sell these for 6 gold a piece! I had struck oil! I was about to rise from the ashes and join the ranks of the 1337.
But it didn’t quite go as planned.
Sure I got it on auction, and sure they sold. But then what, I had my gold, what could I do with it. I thought about buying a mount. After spending hours and hours just to walk somewhere gets a bit tiring so some extra speed would help! So I went to speak to the mount rider.
“Sorry, you can’t buy a mount until you are level 30″
“Oh” I said to myself.
“Now what” I asked the man. Of course he didn’t respond he was only a computer, so after telling him he was the rudest person I had met on here (excluding the people that didn’t let me join they’re clan because it was for humans only…racists) and I left. So now what, I couldn’t buy a mount, I was too weak to kill anything and I had shit loads of gold to spend of absolutely nothing. So of course, I seeked out guidance from a higher level. I hung around the city looking for somebody approachable, I learned a lot about life from doing this, people were talking, trading, others had transformed into tigers and were getting paid to sit on a man’s face whilst he typed in “oo’s” and “ahh’s”. I stood and watched for a while whilst deciding if me watching was more weird than the act itself and wondering whether I had to pay them or not. I thought it was best not to approach these people. After a good long while of watching different people being sat on I decided to talk to my good friend and excellent warcraft player Phil.