Post EQ Grumble
Sep. 25th, 2003 12:50 amBah! Bloody GM events. So I log on and usually I'm swamped with requests to join LDoN groups within the first 5 minutes of arrival but tonight? Nothing. So I bimble around, chewing the fat with my guildies and friends when the message comes through that there's a GM event in the Butcherblock Mountains. Now I've been to several GM events before so I should have known better but I go anyway. And the usual happens, my framerate hits the floor, there's a bunch of people attacking anything that looks like a GM character, about a million retards are yelling "Gnomes are teh suck" or "Gnomes r0x0r" (depending on which kind of l33t they're playing) and a couple of people are trying hard to roleplay. Anyway, the nearly indestructible pair of GM controlled monsters finally hits the dirt and along comes another GM character to hand out some loot. As ever there isn't enough loot to go around and the air is filled with PGTs* yelling inanities and nobody can move because of the crush of bodies around the GM trying to get some loot (ok, I was there too but it's different for me). Eventually the loot is distributed and everyone departs. I get back to the Nexus feeling that I've wasted my evening just for the chance at getting some rather mediocre items without even having the benefit of good conversation or some challenging gameplay. I find myself angry at the other players, at the GMs for being so unimaginative and at myself for going along when I knew full well what it would be like.
One bright moment was in mid-feeding frenzy and the Fox rang me up to tell me he had just bought a new DVD player complete with a squillion speakers. Our conversation was rather bizarre (even by our standards) with large periods of silence when either I was dealing with a resurrection or he was fiddling about with some software problem or other. Eventually we reduced the conversation to bullet points and decided that we were both too preoccupied to sustain any kind of sensible chat. Shame really, in retrospect hearing the Fox waxing lyrical about his latest techno-whoosit would have been infinitely more entertaining that what I ended up doing. Ah well, time for bed now ... tomorrow is, as they say, another day.
*PGTs = Power Gaming Twats
One bright moment was in mid-feeding frenzy and the Fox rang me up to tell me he had just bought a new DVD player complete with a squillion speakers. Our conversation was rather bizarre (even by our standards) with large periods of silence when either I was dealing with a resurrection or he was fiddling about with some software problem or other. Eventually we reduced the conversation to bullet points and decided that we were both too preoccupied to sustain any kind of sensible chat. Shame really, in retrospect hearing the Fox waxing lyrical about his latest techno-whoosit would have been infinitely more entertaining that what I ended up doing. Ah well, time for bed now ... tomorrow is, as they say, another day.
*PGTs = Power Gaming Twats