I’ve been looking for fun in all the wrong places, looking for fun with too many alts, now, looking for fun….
Actually, I’ve just been messing around with some different stuff for a change.
Love my guild and I ain’t never leaving, but while the summer quietus goes on, and we have a slack schedule to accomodate the real life woes of guildies, I’ve started a few small alts on Horde side for quiet time, doing quests in lore I’ve never seen.
One of those alts, I’m happy to say, is a troll hunter.
“A Hunter?!?” I hear you say?
Yes, that’s right a troll hunter. Yes, yes, I do have a level 80 hunter on Alliance, what’s your point? I love hunters.
I have a lot of druid alts on various servers, placed strategically for optimum play opportunities when my home server goes down (a situation that hasn’t happened for some time), but never before, ever, have I had a troll.
I have rolled various horde alts and deleted them, one felt too slow, one felt too clumsy… but the Troll Hunter feels just right.
How do I define ‘just right’?
Simple. If I can be chatting on vent with folks, having fun, and grinding mobs without minding the leveling/killing at all, if killing poor unfortunate NPCs still feels fun and even amusing after kill #2796, then it’s a groovy toon.
So, anyway… I’ve got this level one Troll Huntard, sans any kind of Heirloom item whatsoever, and I’m going to town in Orcville, Durator, Republic of Thrall.
As I’m rocking along, smiting Orc peons and making them gather wood faster, I’m chatting with Breana on vent, and sharing with her my thoughts on making this toon.
Bear; “So, I wanted to make a Hunter, and various races sounded cool… a Tauren Hunter could be a lot of fun… but finally I settled on Troll.”
Breana; “I’m glad you didn’t make a Blood Elf Hunter.”
Bear; “Oh, I couldn’t do that. The Blood Elf Hunter is so passé. I mean, really, the entire race is anorexic.”
Breana; “I agree, they’re all too skinny.”
Bear; “You know, the fact is they all look like they could use a sandwich, they need some fattening up.”
Bear; “I know what I’ll do, I’ll make a macro that says /say %t, you’re too skinny, you look like you could use a sandwich.”
Breana; “You will not.”
Bear; “Bet me.”
So, whenever I’m in Ogrimmar, moving from Auction House to trainer to bank, etc, I keep my eyes peeled.
My standards are simple. If I see someone that is playing a Blood Elf, that is NOT a Paladin (since they have no choice), and that is female, I hit them with my macro as I pass.
I also carry food with me in my bags. If one stops and say “Wut?”, I open trade and offer them a “sandwich”. (Boar meat and bread).
I have gotten stunned silence, and one guy that thought it was the funniest thing he ever saw… and one guy, level 80 Hunter, that thanked me and took the sandwich fixin’s, and then did a /eats sandwich emote.
I’m finding it more fun to do this, than to actually play.
I think I’ve lost my mind.