Now... Where Were We?Okay, apparently, I was getting ready to do a whole thing about WoW and private servers and shit.
Let's roll with that. Why the hell not?
Because I absolutely hate myself, I made myself a list of shit I had to do before I could quit playing WoW. This list was formulated out of:
b) a desire to not leave anything WoW fans could possibly bitch about
e) Wild Berry Skittles
This list was freaking exhaustive. I don't even put as much freaking work into taking care of my own offspring as I put into that freaking list.
I had to level a Paladin to 80.
Yeah. A paladin.
Then, I had to level a Hunter to 80.
A female Hunter.
So, I covered two completely different job classes and two completely different genders. One was a hybrid class that included a dps spec, a tank spec, and a healer spec.
I tried them all.
I raised several professions and did dailies and all of that crap.
Yes, even the stupid freaking jewelcrafting dailies where you had to go kill an animal to get a tiny piece of bone or ivory or whatever to make something for the owner of the jewelry store who is apparently too freaking busy giving retarded daily quests to actually go out and get his own damned shit.
I farmed freaking titanium for crying out loud.
I did every raid that could possibly be done on my server. I killed dragons and... Other dragons... Blue ones... And... Some guys in Ulduar...
There was a lot of guys in there.
And another dragon.
And everybody dropped like seventeen pieces of loot. You spent ten minutes killing a boss and then ten minutes rolling for everything.
And lord help you if you roll for the wrong item. They'll slice your freaking throat for that.
I did everything that anyone could possibly suggest would make this game SOMEHOW better than FFXI.
I camped the Time-Lost Proto Drake. And killed it.
Yes, I got a giant, prehistoric drake that I could ride around on. I circled over a desolate, icy mountain range for days waiting to find it and when I finally did, it knocked me off my mount and I fell a bajillion feet to my death. I hopped back up and went and kicked it's ass.
You know what?
Still not more fun than FFXI.
Don't get me wrong. It was okay.
I might even upgrade it to pretty good if I didn't have to force myself to play it practically at gunpoint.
But everything was just... Wrong. Nothing seemed to have any real life or substance to it.
When I'm in Vana'diel, I FEEL like I'm in Vana'diel. I almost feel the grass under my feet as I run through a field. I can feel the cobblestones under my feet as I walk through San d'Oria.
In Azeroth... Well, everything was just there.
None of the monsters seemed realistic. Neither did the landscape.
Hell, even my character looked like a poorly drawn cartoon.
And seriously... Can we just call the shoulder armor experiment a failure and move on? There were a couple of times that I saw shoulder gear that was actually larger than chest armor.
That shit ain't right.
I'm starting to wonder if there maybe isn't a rogue modeler over at Blizzard with freakish, mutant shoulders.
Maybe I'm just a sucker for textures, but FFXI just seems more real to me.
The whole world seems like it's right there, right in front of you. The rocks, the sand, the grass, all just feel so real, like it was an actual world you're looking into.
But not a real world.
My doctor told me I'm not allowed to say that any more.