March 20th, 2005
|jimbojones||08:15 pm - dork moment|
So last night I went out for St. Patty's, and it was kinda meh, but I got good and truly hammered... and got on World of Warcraft when I came back home. And wound up in a group for a particularly nasty dungeon (Maraudon, if any of you play). I warned our healer ahead of time "better keep a special eye on me tonight, because I'm drunk, retarded, and aggressive."
And oh boy, I was - as a cloth-wearing mage in the midst of a bunch of heavy combat types, instead of hanging back from the periphery I dove right into the midst of huge mobs of monsters and dealt indiscriminate destruction left and right, howling imprecations like a crack monkey mysteriously given human language. (And proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that our poor healer was MOST DEFINITELY paying attention, keeping me alive.)
The best part was one point at which I literally lit a monster on fire, which made it run around in circles in a panic - and I shouted in-game, "BURN LIKE RICHARD PRYOR, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Best. Maraudon raid. EVAR. =)
Current Mood: recovering
Current Music: MC Chris - Fuckin' Up My Christmas