WoW – My Scramble for a Mount

Disclaimer: This post has nothing insightful to say on life or spritual matters. It is not clever. It is quite possibly a bit sad for those who don’t see the point in spending time on video games. However, I do, and it’s my blog. So NYAH.

Right. Back to Azeroth…

Well, Having reached Level 40 with my beloved Rogue, Frogey, I was blowed if I was going to reach 41 without having bought the mount I’d been aiming for since about level 15. Unfortunately, like so many, I had a grand total of 35 gold to my name and no other resources. Drastic action had to be taken.

On a mad whim, I decided to sink all my cash into a couple of blue items on the Auction House. I didn’t even know what I was buying, so it was a major risk. I’ve never really used the AH that much for anything, so I was working completely blind. I just bought 2 things which seemed comparatively cheap and stuck them straight back up at a higher price. It certainly seemed to work. I’d sold them both at a decent profit within a day or two, bought some more, sold them and so on. I made the odd major mistake, like buying cheapo items that were cheap because no blighter wanted to buy them, but then I discovered the wonderful Auctioneer add-on which analyses and suggests pricing based on the previous auctions it has recorded. After a few days of doing little more than buying and selling with guidance from Auctioneer, I strutted off to Eastvale Logging Camp and purchased my Chestnut Mare and still had about 60g sitting in my bag for some cool blue weapons.

Heehee! I rock!

Oh, what blessed relief not to have to run everywhere anymore! It’s worth the hassle for that alone. Today I bought out a purple item for the first time. It cost me 80g but according to Auctioneer is worth 130g, so worth the risk.

I also ran the Scarlet Monastery on Saturday night with two higher level guildies, Punkdwarf and Kelder. Lots of good drops and stacks of XP, so I was a happy bunny. And speaking of small furry animals, I’ve been wearing my guild tabard for a few days now and only realised on Friday that it had a squished squirrel on the front of it. I thought it was some crenellated heraldic crest of some sort. No. It’s a squirrel.

One final item of interest to my WoW people is that I bought the Mug o’ Hurt for my own personal use this morning to replace (or dual wield with) Wirt’s Third Leg. Yes, this phenomenal weapon is in fact… a beer stein. I’m just loving the fact that I can beat Mobs to a pulp using a beer mug and somebody’s wooden leg…

God and World of Warcraft

My wife and I are now both hopelessly addicted to WoW. One of her friends just asked her if this means she’s started hanging out in Forbidden Planet at the weekends. For the record, no she hasn’t.

My Dad came round last night and I was showing him the game. Being virtually a carbon-copy of my Dad, I figured he’d get a kick out of it too. I was right. If he hadn’t had to go elsewhere he’d have happily stayed there all night exploring with me.

It was something he remarked on which really got me thinking. He commented on how incerdible the flow and realism of the game was and how engaging the world was – how you could interact with everything. It really made me think about the fact that we can be so blown away by what some tech-geeks can put together with pixels and polygons but can be so blind to the wonder of what surrounds us on a daily basis.

However beautiful and seamless and interactive the game may be, it’s just not a patch on anything that you could see looking out of any single window of your house. The Bible has a verse which states “The earth is filled with his glory”. Whatever you believe about how the world about you came into being, whether or not you believe in God, or (if you do) how long it took him or by which process he brought it into existence, the world we inhabit is an amazing place. We take it so much for granted and that little exchange with my Dad, for me as a believer gave me another tiny glimpse of God as I kept on finding his fingerprints all over the realm I’m in.

Back to the game. Level 25 and counting… :0)

Oh, and if you’re on the Wildhammer server and you see a rogue called Frogey walking around, gimme a wave!