Ah the sweet siren song of World of Warcraft…regular readers and listeners both know that our own Julie has always maintained that Rob Pardo is in league with the devil. After all, that is  the only thing that can explain not the enormous popularity of the game, but why Julie would ever return to it at all.  Our own Fran, as you all know, is a hard core, dyed-in-the-wool World of Warcraft (WoW) player. But Julie? Recently she has told us how she felt WoW buried her hunter under a ton of dingo dung and told her to eat her way out. Yet here she is back in WoW playing her beast master hunter.

Yes, it must be very cold in place that is normally very hot.

The original incentive was an invitation she received by another member of the staff to run Naxramus with an all TOG (The Older Gamers) group.  Time was, when Naxramus was a place that only the “best of the best” went to raid. Time was when it took a mountain of preparation. Now, of course, you can throw together a group and go play in the floating pyramid from hell.

Now we are all aware that there are certain factions of players that bemoan how easy the high end instances have become in WoW.  We have carefully researched the matter, considering all possible angles and opinions and have come to one simple conclusion:

Bite us.

We enjoy the new “approachable” WoW. We are having fun in it. Well, at least until a pug came along last some time Friday afternoon. Then that old black magic (and we mean black as in dismal) came flooding back. The reasons why Julie quit were brought to the forefront of her mind like a smack in the face with a dead mackerel.  The No Prisoners, No Mercy team was running Occulous and was forced to go to outside resources when two of the group members had to go.  The new tank was fine until suddenly an elite mob (monster) came running back to Julie’s Hunter, and Fran’s Healer in the back row – lead by the PUG tank who felt the sudden and inexplicable desire to tank the mob on top of the healer.

Now we understand that not all tanks are created equal. Not all players are the M1 Abrams of the gaming world.  We don’t mind wipes when the Tank lets the aggro slip through his fingers like a fifty dollar bill at the craps table in Las Vegas.  What we DO mind, however, is when that same tank who decided the best place to lose aggro was right on top of the healer then turns around and tells everyone else in the group how bad they are. At that point, one thing ran through our minds:

“A bit unclear on the concept are we?”

So at least for the moment, Julie is back where she said she never would be…World of Warcraft. Now when she manages to raise the 2,000 gold to buy that dragon she earned? Well that is another matter. Until then…

See you online,

The No Prisoners, No Mercy Team

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