Drama INCOOOOOOMING.

quick edit:

Some of you are mentioning the fact that I must have knew what I was getting into, before I came here. I must have understood that Serennia was incredibly competitive; by the fact he was willing to idle on an alt for 3 hours, spend thousands of gold on me, and do all sorts of things just to get me into the fold.

See, now here's the thing: I came to be competitive. Yes. But I'd like you all to point out where, precisely, I ever say in my posts: I came to become someone's *****!

At no point during arena was I -ever- treated like an individual. We'd have a number of wins, and then after we'd win a game, Serennia would go on a ***** fest about something that happened two hours ago.

Quite simply, I thought that the stories about him were exaggerated. I wanted to prove them wrong, and I wanted to show the world that this wasn't some crazy mofo, but just a regular guy who likes his WoW.

When I originally spoke with Hafu, she said that he was respectful and had, in their past games (I think it was 5-6), had not raged, but been supportive.



If Serennia had been that, at any point during our time playing together, then I would have stayed.



As it is, I did not go to Tichondrius to become someone's *****. I've played competitive gaming before, and not once have I been treated in the way Serennia treats his players. I was expecting competitive, and I'd have been fine with compettiive. But was I expecting him to rage this hard? Did I expect him to be this childish?



No. I can honestly say that. And that's why I quit.



Oh, that and he's been trash talking me to Jasi and trying to manipulate Jasi into playing for him. Jasi had the courage to warn me. If this is how 'teammates' treat each other, then I really should have seen it coming, I suppose.



Oh, and if, of his original roster, only 1 man remains of like 6-7 players, that says something. ;\

 

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7 days, 22 hours, 15 minutes.

This was precisely how long I stayed within the ‘World of
Serenniacraft’ game, before I went what is colloquially known as ‘bat ****
crazy.’

 

No joke.

 

This past week, I’ve got to be honest here, was basically
the first week in my year-ish of gaming where I’ve actually loathed playing
World of Warcraft. I’d make silly excuses, like “these kids won’t watch
themselves, I should babysit them.” Or “well, these chocolate chip cookies
won’t bake themselves, let me give a hand.” Or even “well ****, this paint
ain’t gonna dry on its own, let’s hunker down and watch it.” And in all cases,
a sense of relief would assuage my soul, briefly, until those kids had been hit
by a car, or those cookies had been baked, or that paint had long since dried,
and was now peeling from age. Then
I’d glare back at my computer; o’ decrepit miser! Threatening to consume my
soul and handsomeness!

 

And what was it all due to?

 

A guy who never sleeps, plays World of Warcraft like it’s life
and has come to epitomize all that is… well… bat **** crazy in this world.

 

I realize at this point that I’m propagandizing; you’re all
going to devour what I say and heedlessly spew it back to whoever’s listening,
which, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for (go forth my minions!). However, let me
lay down some key things:

 

1.) This is propaganda.

2.) Despite it being propaganda, I’m still being as honest
as I can. Both with myself, and with you guys. If you think I’m just on some
kind of rampage to destroy a man’s eReputation, then you’re vaguely right. In
all honesty, I simply wish to give you all a glimpse into this incredibly
messed up World of Procraft that may, or may not, be limited to one stir crazy
mo’fugger.

 

Now then.

 

When Serennia first approached me to play on his 3v3 team, I
hope you all realize that I was probably the best shot he had at convincing the
world he’s not some crazy psychopath. You’ve read what I’ve written, you all
know I’m crazy handsome, and you all
know that my writing equates to sheer coolness.
Therefore, when I transferred over to Tichondrius, my intentions were clear:

 

1.) To play at the highest echelons of PVP with players who
knew precisely how to play, and who enjoyed to play at that level.

2.) To hang out with the biggest PVP community in North America, and to enter it on an equal level.

3.) To play with teammates that I could trust, treat as
equals, and enjoy the same in return.

4.) To dispel the rumors that a certain Warrior is a crazy
emo-rager that’s really just the result of propagandizing, put forth by all
‘dem haters,’ so to speak.

 

I believe I am able to tick off… perhaps one and a
half of those options. Quite simply, in all of our transactions and
negotiations, some kind of crazy
thing wonked up in the translation; where I believed I’d be playing as equals
and learning as equals, Serennia somehow managed to believe that ‘teammate’
meant something like… *****. Only,
you have to say that with a ‘down south’ accent, bar of soap at your feet, jail
wardens standing outside the shower. That sort of thing.

 

In reality, I spent more of this past week convincing myself
that all of this was worth it. It was only when I finally managed to play some
arena with friends (on a friend’s Paladin), and I spoke with Jasi constantly
over the week, that I finally realized something.

 

I’m ******* Anne
Hathaway.

 

Really.

 

You know in that movie, The Devil Wear Prada? Where like,
Anne Hathaway walks into that office, and proceeds to get dominated by Meryl
Streep? Yeah, I basically felt like that. I didn’t belong. These people took
the game way to seriously. This was no fun at all.

 

If, at this point, you’re raising your eyebrows and
questioning my sexuality, go right ahead.
I can say I’m more cultured than you and pretend that my girlfriend made me
watch it.

 

Actually, I watched it with my family, so basically I’m a
god damned sham.

 

Anyways.

 

I really should have seen this coming. I really thought it
wasn’t so bad, until we lost our first game to Neilyo’s Rogue / Mage / Priest.
The moment I took that mana burn, it was like, at that precise moment, a stranger
had walked into Serennia’s house, had sex with his girlfriend (or, I suppose,
Serennia’s right hand, to be more relevant), shot his mother, went back in time
and bullied Serennia at school, and maybe called him fat, just to be extra offensive.

 

All of this must have happened in an instant, however,
because after I ate that mana burn (and a few more after! Harrrrr), all you
could hear was “YOU NEED TO BE MORE
******* SITUATIONALLY AWARE. ARE YOU STUPID OR SOMETHING? HE WAS LIKE STANDING
THERE MANA BURNING AND YOU COULD HAVE EASILY DODGED IT, BUT YOU’RE LIKE NOT
PAYING ATTENTION AND YOU NEEDLESSLY ATE IT.”

 

I apologized. [Note: Yes, my UI was screwed up. Quite
simply, Neilyo’s Priest was on my focus, and every time he was in LoS, I
checked my focus cast bar to see if his Priest was casting. He never was. So I figured that he just
wasn’t mana burning. Until I ate like 4. Turns out my focus just had no cast
bar.]

 

“IT’S NOT ABOUT THAT,
IT’S ABOUT BEING ******* SITUATIONALLY AWARE. LIKE JESUS CHRIST YOU’RE RIGHT
BESIDE THE TOMB, IT’S NOT LIKE IT’S HARD TO SEE THAT MANA BURN BEING CASTED.
HIS HANDS ARE ******* GLOWING.”

Oh. ****. I’m
sorry. Be more aware, got it!

 

“LIKE, DO YOU HAVE
CAST BARS OR SOMETHING? ARE YOU PLAYING WITH NO CAST BARS? IS THAT IT? YOU ATE
LIKE 4 MANA BURNS WHEN YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO. IT’S LIKE… YOU NEED TO BE MORE
SITUATIONALLY AWARE. JESUS CHRIST, YOU ATE LIKE 4 MANA BURNS.”

At this point, I believe we had hit the point of diminishing
returns. Like, 5 minutes ago.

 

“I MEAN, YOU NEED TO
GET A NEW UI OR SOMETHING, OR DO SOMETHING, I DON’T KNOW, BUT IT’S LIKE… YOU
SHOULDN’T BE EATING THOSE MANA BURNS, IT’S LIKE… ******* COMMON SENSE. HE’S
JUST GOING TO TRY TO MANA BURN YOU, AND YOU CAN’T EAT THEM. SERIOUSLY.”

Welcome to Serenniacraft.

 

I’m not even kidding about that though. The cool thing was
that we won every game against them thereafter, but for some reason, if I took
even one mana burn (y hello thar
scream to mana burn on Ruins of Lordaeron), it would be like traveling back in
time and hearing those precise things again, only… angstier. I also heard about the mana burns I ate the next day. And the next.

 

In reality, I have to say, after that loss, I really stopped
caring about my play style. I play a video game to enjoy it, yes, but more
importantly, I play this video game to enjoy it with friends. I will never, ever
work to improve myself in a video game for my own sake alone. If I play alone,
I tend to just play for fun and enjoyment. If I want to improve myself, it has
always been because I wanted to be good for my teammates.

 

When I first joined my guild, I told them I would be raiding
as a PVP Restoration specced Druid. They acknowledged this, due to the sheer
cost of constantly respccing, and they were perfectly fine with me staying PVP
Resto. The problem that arose, however, was that I constantly felt like I
wasn’t contributing enough for these
guys. These were individuals who maximized their own abilities, respecced
constantly, farmed mats, and freely gave out gold, money and consumables to
anyone who was found lacking.

 

Let me tell you, it shamed me. Here I was, 2000 gold tucked
under my belt from selling arena points, yet I was too selfish to respec for
these guys who willingly improved themselves so that they could better a raid.

 

And why?

 

Because they truly enjoyed playing with everyone, and they
wanted to ensure that everyone benefited from this. Quite simply, this was a
group of guys who were improving themselves for others, while I was simply
playing at half-speed because I didn’t care.

 

Shortly after I joined my guild, I started purchasing
flasks, food and oils. I respecced for every raid thereafter, without fail, and
I gemmed all of my PVE gear with the best gems, regardless of cost. I did all
of this because I didn’t want to let down these guys who were working hard not
to let me down.

 

Playing with Serennia was like getting hit in the face with
an apathy bat. Quite simply, I’d eat a mana burn, and instead of thinking in my
head “**** you let your teammates
down,” I’d end up thinking “well ****, here comes the rage.” And sure enough,
without letting me down, the rage-train would come tootling down the tracks. Every time. Not only that, but it was
the precise train that came around last
time. It might be a little bit angrier, but on the whole, this train became a
regular at my station. In fact, my station soon became filled to the brim with
different criticisms that Serennia would find with my playing. He would
constantly revisit these problems, and maybe even raise points like “WELL,
SECRETIVE DIDN’T DO THAT,” or “SPOH DOESN’T PLAY LIKE THAT,” and in all
honesty, I didn’t care.

 

I’m not saying that I played terrible, because I think I
did. The thing is, however, is that I
didn’t care. I would play bad, and I really wouldn’t give two flying ****s
if I ‘could have lost us the game’ or not, because I didn’t care about my
teammates, and I certainly didn’t care about what happened with this team. I
certainly wasn’t going to be on a team just to be someone’s *****. If you’re
going to jump me from behind, at least have the courtesy for a reach-around.

 

So I quit.

 

Well. I didn’t quit quite
so quietly. Ask anyone on my old server and any of my teammates, and they’ll
tell you that I’m the absolute easiest guy to get along with. I have almost
never raised my voice at anything, and if I have ever gotten angry, it’s because I felt that I was being completely
disrespected. Serennia recruited me to be his *****, and while there are guys
who will ride his virgin testicles for as long as they live, I, presumably,
have a spine. If you hear my vent raging recording, allow me to ask you this:

 

What in the world would provoke me to be so angry?

 

Think about that, and you’ll have your answer.

 

Anyways, to Serennia, the ‘best’ Warrior in the world:

 

You do not know how to lead a team, you will never realize
what respect is, and you never will. Until you acknowledge that you are playing
with real people with real loyalties, you will never
understand the joy that comes from something outside of the World of Warcraft.
You utilize this game as a measurement of your life’s accomplishments, and I am
truly saddened to see that. You have no job, you barely go to school, all of
your friends are in a video game, and if you’ll look around, you’ll realize
that all of the intelligent ones have left you already, while all you have left
are lackeys.

 

You are a child. Take this message. Get angry. Grow up.

 

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Thanks for the support everyone, and I’m truly sorry for the
drama. I’ll get back into posting pertinent stuff ASAP. Expect to see me enjoy
my stay at Tichondrius in Quality Control, playing with Isolee, Affix, Azael
and co.

 

P.S. While I wish I didn’t transfer, I really don’t regret
doing so. I’ve met a lot of great guys, some of the top PVP talent in the game,
I’m currently banking BT gems everywhere, got a free 375 enchanting, managed to
pick up my full Season 3 enchantments all on Serennia’s tab (I sent everything in my Druid’s bank and wallet
to my Shaman on Ner’zhul, Tirami, before I left). Thanks!

 

P.P.S. Affix is looking to purchase a Hunter with full S2 /
S3 arena gear for $1000. Do it.

 

P.P.P.S. HUNTER TRAPS AND MANABURN ON DIMINISHING RETURNS
WHAT?

 

P.P.P.P.S. I was going to post all the horror stories I’d heard
about Serennia, and how WoW wrecked his real life, but I’m really not into
that.

 

That said, since last week, I’ve been doing a project. It’s
called “Serennia’s Schedule.” It basically involves me making a random named
alt, and checking in on Tichondrius whenever I wake up in the middle of the
night (anywhere from 3 A.M. to 7 A.M.). I then send a tell, saying that I’m a
huge fan of his, and I ask about his spec. Without
fail, Serennia has been awake and has responded instantly, every single time. Not only that, but I
have yet to see a time when he hasn’t
been on, in a whole week of checking.

 

Incredible.

 

P.P.P.P.P.S. Cool new content to come. I harassed Bokkle,
the best Druid in Europe, to write me an
article. It’ll be up soon. Promise. Hugs and kisses.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Thanks for the correction! Always been wondering.