My career as a dwarf hunter on the Perenolde server was sort-of at a pre- Wrath of the Lich King
sticking point but that's fine, because frankly everyone else is in the same situation. I've been presented with the usual pre-anything variety of crap. Here's the short list:
Leggings of Beast Mastery dropped in a Crypts instance (which I had decided to change things up from doing my Daily quests to do a Daily instance). I asked in the Party chat if anyone mind if I took it, given it's a massive update for me going into Wrath and the party leader, a Paladin named Pronne, he says no, everyone gets to Greed. Now, I'm no ninja, I'm a pretty nice guy, so I hit greed, and I was overwhelmed with anger at myself for not sticking up for myself. What was anyone going to do with it? Sell it on the AH? Probably. So they can buy their little battle wagons or what not. But long story short I left the party just because to me taking that update (huge update!) out of the hands of someone who could use it, over someone who just wanted to sell it for profit, flew in the face of the spirit of comradeship that used to be WoW.
Do I get angry like that often? Not really. I mean, I do. But I don't. Because I know that things get replaced and you're always crawling forward. But I've had the same pants for about 9 months, and it would have been fun to have something different just to shake it up. I was more frustrated that as soon as that tank got the item I knew it's fate and it's a fate so stupid. Little #s next to his Gold in his primary inventory bag.
When I first started playing WoW it was a very community-oriented game with a lot of people helping one another but of course gold sellers and economists have somewhat destabilized the nice. Now people are guarded, jaded, and frustrated with one another. I remember the days when a purple would drop and people would rush to Ironforge to give it to the first class representative who showed up on the bridge at the bank. It's impossible to find a guild (I really need to work on finding a way to raid end-game Wrath) that doesn't just fall to pieces over any little overly dramatic thing. But! I can't complain. I really love being me. I'm not only the only me on my server, I'm the only me on the whole of WoW! Not many players can say that. Not many, no. And I didn't have to use any fancy naming characters to name me either. Just the sound my blunderbuss makes when I pull the trigger at some Scourge scum.
So that's my short list. I'm pretty positive that these sorts of things are just 'we are all frustrated waiting for the next stage of the game to drop so we can change the hair styles we've looked at for 4 years'. Mwa-hah. The Barber Shop, the feature I know I've been waiting for since, well, forever. That battle wagon can drive off a tall cliff for all I care.
My current goals are to update my belt, my trinket, and pants. Oh, and stop blowing all my gold on alts. Heh.
My current focus in Interspace is to listen to Podcasts that are discussing organizing Hunters all over the world so that they can join raids. I am trying to track down the player who's organizing this service, and see what I can do as a player to maybe join in, offer moral support, and hell mail her all the pennys on my bedroom floor.
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