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Good times in Gnomeregan?! Epic fail for an epic fail instance!
I have here described my guild's attempt to do an instance in World of Warcraft. An instance that did not quite go as planned. An instance where the WoW servers crashed early on.
But that alone does not convey the epic -- the melodrama -- the tragedy. So I gave it the write-up it deserved.
So, lured by the precious, precious loots from the Rig Wars quest, we gathered a group to go forth into Gnomeregan, most hated of all instances. We thought that this time wouldn't be like the others. We thought that we would be safe. But we were wrong.
We underestimated the evil of Gnomeregan.
So there we were, innocently traversing those accursed tunnels. We came across a gnome, who requested our aid in helping her bolster her defenses against the irradiated troggs that roam this fallen nation's dark underbelly. It seemed like a trivial matter to us. Troggs? We've survived worse.
Then, fortune struck! Dreamsinger Legguards, a BOE blue, falls off a random mob! We are dazzled by our good luck. The spoils go to Nerale (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
libekory).
...or, they should have. But we rejoiced too soon. The blue that seemed like a strike of luck only moments before... was untouchable.
Something was wrong.
Horribly wrong.
It began innocently enough. Loot lag. We couldn't pick up our treasures. And then we couldn't cast instant cast spells, and our druid couldn't shift forms. Buffs ticked down to zero and... lingered, haunting specters of what was to come. We reassured Nerale that she would have her Dreamsinger Legguards. We would take screencaps and demand that the GMs give her rightful loot to her. We would not let Gnomeregan win.
Then, one by one, our companions die off.
Ozcollo (eternal_jazz) is the first. He runs back to the entrance, thinking futilely to escape -- only to find out that there is no escape. Then we receive one contact from him -- one chilling line only.
"I've fallen off Gnomeregan."
And then he was disconnected.
Barata (caryatid_fallen) was next. She bravely volunteered to be the one to see if she could leave Azeroth and return again, and she was never heard from again.
Then Nerale, without a word.
It was only Carinthia and I left. Our fear was palpable. Who would be next? Would we last? When would Gnomeregan claim us, too?
And then when my false levity began to fall on deaf ears, I realized with growing horror that I was alone. Carinthia, too, had succumbed.
It was just me, and Cat.
Right, Cat?
...Cat?
But Cat would not budge from his spot. He was nothing but a shadow, an empty shell. There was nothing of the fiercely loyal Cat that I had raised and nurtured left in him.
And though I /cried, I discovered too late that I could not even cry for Cat.
So I walked alone through the dark, lonely tunnels of Gnomeregan -- fallen, cursed Gnomeregan -- the last survivor of the fearless, foolhardy souls who ventured there, ignoring the warnings of all who had come before them.
But not for long.
But that alone does not convey the epic -- the melodrama -- the tragedy. So I gave it the write-up it deserved.
So, lured by the precious, precious loots from the Rig Wars quest, we gathered a group to go forth into Gnomeregan, most hated of all instances. We thought that this time wouldn't be like the others. We thought that we would be safe. But we were wrong.
We underestimated the evil of Gnomeregan.
So there we were, innocently traversing those accursed tunnels. We came across a gnome, who requested our aid in helping her bolster her defenses against the irradiated troggs that roam this fallen nation's dark underbelly. It seemed like a trivial matter to us. Troggs? We've survived worse.
Then, fortune struck! Dreamsinger Legguards, a BOE blue, falls off a random mob! We are dazzled by our good luck. The spoils go to Nerale (
libekory)....or, they should have. But we rejoiced too soon. The blue that seemed like a strike of luck only moments before... was untouchable.
Something was wrong.
Horribly wrong.
It began innocently enough. Loot lag. We couldn't pick up our treasures. And then we couldn't cast instant cast spells, and our druid couldn't shift forms. Buffs ticked down to zero and... lingered, haunting specters of what was to come. We reassured Nerale that she would have her Dreamsinger Legguards. We would take screencaps and demand that the GMs give her rightful loot to her. We would not let Gnomeregan win.
Then, one by one, our companions die off.
Ozcollo (
eternal_jazz) is the first. He runs back to the entrance, thinking futilely to escape -- only to find out that there is no escape. Then we receive one contact from him -- one chilling line only."I've fallen off Gnomeregan."
And then he was disconnected.
Barata (
caryatid_fallen) was next. She bravely volunteered to be the one to see if she could leave Azeroth and return again, and she was never heard from again.Then Nerale, without a word.
It was only Carinthia and I left. Our fear was palpable. Who would be next? Would we last? When would Gnomeregan claim us, too?
And then when my false levity began to fall on deaf ears, I realized with growing horror that I was alone. Carinthia, too, had succumbed.
It was just me, and Cat.
Right, Cat?
...Cat?
But Cat would not budge from his spot. He was nothing but a shadow, an empty shell. There was nothing of the fiercely loyal Cat that I had raised and nurtured left in him.
And though I /cried, I discovered too late that I could not even cry for Cat.
So I walked alone through the dark, lonely tunnels of Gnomeregan -- fallen, cursed Gnomeregan -- the last survivor of the fearless, foolhardy souls who ventured there, ignoring the warnings of all who had come before them.
But not for long.
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I should update with Trickster stuff sometime...no subject
And would seduce some non-WoW players so that I can take advantage of the awesome recruitment promotion of awesomeness.At least it was fun sucking, though. ♥no subject
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ON A RELATED NOTE, I hope your computer stops being lame. D: I'll keep the candle burning for you on Sisters of Elune!
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It's why I play this game. XD Awesome people make everything better.
...although I'm not gonna lie, it helped that we were like -- ten minutes into the instance. I'd prooobably have been more upset if we were like, at the last boss room. XD
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