Casual is not a dirty word.
December 5, 2012 4 Comments
For the first time since I joined Undying Resolution over a year ago, I am no longer part of the core raiding team. Until mid-January, I am fulfilling a transient fill-in-the-gap-in-the-raiding-roster role. After that, I am officially one of the guild’s casual members.
I have been a denizen of Azeroth for the past seven years and always held the opinion that raiding is the pinnacle of the WoW experience. Almost six of those years were spent vying for shiny purples with very little consideration or care for the people who accompanied me. Guilds were expendable; only the gearing of myself and Beefbus meant something to me. It shames me to admit that until Cataclysm, I thought casual was a dirty word — one attributed to people who I thought had no business playing the game. *hangs head* Leaving behind a class I knew inside out was the best serving of WoW-flavoured humble pie: no player is greater or lesser than the other for choosing a different path and it was never my place to judge.
It is strange to think that each Wednesday and Thursday evening will be dedicated to academia rather than pwning internet dargons with the individuals I have come to know as friends. But, I have learned that the most important thing was never the replaceable gear, but the laughter shared and memories gained. [/cheesy]
Consider this post my official explanation of blog quietness as well! As someone whose raiding days are currently numbered, creating gear lists has not been of the utmost importance to me. Alas, I will shove that selfish attitude aside and get crackin’ after my final exams next week.
And because no post of mine is complete without screen shots, here is three:
Beefbus bought me a Cinder Kitten! I named her after one of my heroes, Commander Shepard.
(My WoW BFF, Amowrath, was afflicted by Hurricane Sandy so there was no way that we were going to pass up this little cutie.)
Martiean rallying the mammoth conga line for epic battle.