The realization that I am going to be twenty-eight years old in less than a week finally hit me while I was talking with John on AIM:
Ama: i’m sort of in shock.
Ama: like…i’m gonna be what?
John: hahah
Ama: but i’m supposed to get new spells, right?
Ama: ’cause it’s an even level?
John: Yeah
John: But they’re kinda expensive.
Ama: like what?
John: Summon Mortgage
Ama: well fuck.
John: Balance Checkbook Rank 4
Ama: any good ones?
John: What class are you?
Ama: english major
John: I think you get ‘Great American Novel’ at 30…
If that didn’t make much sense to you, it probably means you don’t play enough World of Warcraft.
I was sitting at my computer, playing World of Warcraft and decided to join a PUG* for a dungeon because there weren’t even enough people online in my guild to run anything and I was bored. Pete walked in to see what I was doing.
“How do you find your PUGs?” he asked. I pondered this for a moment. Some are awful and some are great; they’re really a hit-or-miss situation. I’ve been in groups that got wiped out completely in five minutes and groups that took hours to finish one dungeon and groups that took ten minutes to do the same dungeon I just spent hours doing.
“Well,” I replied, “Sometimes they go smoothly and sometimes they don’t. I guess it’s luck, really…”
Pete looked at me, the look on his face a mixture of incredulousness and confusion. Then the understanding clicked. “No, I mean how do you find them, now how you like them. If I wanted to know if you liked them, I would have asked you ‘How do you like them?’ not ‘How do you find them?’ I’m not British.”
I’m not British, either, so I”m not entirely sure what he was going for there, but…ah, journey to self discovery.
*PUG is an acronym for pick-up group. This means that you’re running with people you don’t know; you just fill out a spot for whatever’s needed.