Mel the Redcap

Since a few people have been amused by this story, here! I shall share it with you. :3

I was in Bunnings recently (awesome chain hardware/tools/garden store) waiting for hubby to return, and a staff member asked if he could help me... then noticed my Blizzard bag, which has pictures of Kerrigan, Diablo, and Deathwing on it.

Him: "Oh, cool. Starcraft, Warcraft, or Diablo III?"
Me: "Huh? Oh! Heh, World of Warcraft and Diablo."
Him: "Cool! Warcraft yeeeeeah." :D
Me: "For the Horde!"
Him: "Ooh. Alliance."

Then he walked off, snickering, as I pointed accusingly at him and yelled "GNOME COOTIES!" In public.

...It seemed like the thing to do at the time. XD (I'm bi-factional, but the Horde will always be my true home!)

DUDE. OMG. DUDE. I WANT THIS. I want this flying kitty transform mount SO BAD.

...Anyone out there want a Refer-a-Friend invitation to World of Warcraft? Pleeeeease?

World of Warcraft: Mists of Pandaria beta (installed and running): Check.

Diablo III beta (installed and running): Check.

Two! TWO betas! Aaaa-hahahahahahhaaaaaaa~!!!!!

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Tatewaki Kuno moment: I shall play them BOTH!!!!!

Tagged by Jo!

1. Go to page 77 (or 7, or just hit pagedown 7 times) of your current ms.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written.
4. Ignore the fourth line because most of the authors I know online have already done this. XD Anyone who wants to, consider yourself tagged. :)

And of course there's the question, which one counts as my current manuscript? O_o;; Perhaps I should do all of... no, no, if I do this with all my things-in-progress it'll be a post and a half. Two posts. Insane, anyway. Here, you get stuff kind of at random, then, including a fic or two I haven't posted on my LJ before. :P

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WM Chapter 25:
Synopsis: c'mon, you know this one. :D

"...I'm checking the closet."

Trowa had been right. It was the least-- hm. ‘Offensive’ wasn’t quite the right word, Heero decided, glaring at the rest of the outfits; none of them were exactly offensive, really. The ones that incorporated lace into their designs came close... Ah. That’s the word I want. It’s the least infuriating choice available.

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The Original Thing:
Synopsis: Er... everyone needs to try to write a fantasy novel, right?

Arn laughed, a short mirthless bark, and lifted his stump slightly. "Too late; their favourite warning's already come true." Packrat winced, but didn't leave, and after a moment he managed a thin smile. "It's not like I was getting any rest in there. When they weren't yellin' at me, I was wondering what new use-name I'm gonna get stuck with. Arn the Arm? Lefty?"

"At least you were left-handed already," she offered. If he was determined to verbally poke at his own fresh wound, she wasn't going to try shielding him.

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Cats & Dogs:
Synopsis: Ryouga meets Inuyasha's big brother, at a point where Fluffy-sama is having a bad few hundred years.

So... I try not to rub it in, without being too obvious about it.

Yeah. Right. Like I’ve ever managed tact in my life!

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I’m disgusting, Sesshoumaru thought, feeling his skin crawl as he realised just how dirty he was. I stink. I probably smell bad enough that even a nose-blind human can tell, and even if I don’t, he only has to look at me to see the wretched state I’m in!

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Chibi Evil:
Synopsis: All Dogmatix's fault, like so many of my other fics. ;) Inuyasha meets Detective Conan meets Weiss Kreuz.

They’d fought Naraku in the mountains, in youkai-haunted territory, far from anywhere humans would go without a damn good reason. There hadn’t been a human village for miles, let alone a city. There definitely hadn’t been a city like the one that filled the whole valley, lapping up the hills in waves of bricks and wood, glowing with light and buzzing with sound even from this distance...

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Viridan and Hathmelor (Interlude):
Synopsis: World of Warcraft. A blood elf and a worgen meet and become friends. Together they fight crime the Scourge! (And their so-called allies, sometimes...)

"Oh, for--" Hath pushed her away and flopped back onto the camp bed, blade-bearing hand draping across his eyes. "Look. Go talk to Commander Korfax and ask him to tell you about the birds, the bees, the whips, the chains, and the lizards, all right? He--"

"The what?!"

"You heard me. He can explain it to you; it's his damn job to keep us all alive, including stopping us from killing each other."

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And just this once, I'm suspending the "no nagging" rule. Feel free to poke me in the comments if you want to see any one of these actually finished sometime soon, n'kay? ;)

Norcumi and I have got it allll figured out. We're not the first to come up with some parts of this idea, but I think we've refined it nicely. >:3

You see, the main problem with the Horde and Alliance in World of Warcraft is, basically, Varian Wrynn and Garrosh Hellscream suck. Varian is a trigger-tempered racist who has had a huge statue of himself built in Stormwind while a quarter of the city still lies in ruins and Westfall is full of starving refugees. Garrosh is a trigger-tempered racist who sort-of-accidentally killed one of the most respected Horde racial leaders, considers non-orcs unworthy to live in Orgrimmar, and is a complete military idiot. (Play through the starter quests for Twilight Highlands if you don't believe me.)

So we were playing WoW one day, chatting back and forth as I ran around playing my new human mage Valentinian. His personality is kind of dark and cynical, and something I said 'in character' sparked off this conversation:

( Cut to save your friends lists and to hide some, ahem, rude ideas. And ninja pandas. )

FIX THE BLEEPIN' PIT OF SCALES QUEST ALREADY!

[insert about five minutes of Mel swearing at the invisible baby crocodiles constantly nomming her level 84 hunter to DEATH]

I CANNOT KITE THAT CAIMAS JERK IF I KEEP RUNNING INTO INVISIBLE BABY CROCODILES THAT AREN'T EVEN NEAR THE BLEEDIN' EGGS!

*stabbity*stabbity*stabbity*

THANK YOU BLIZZARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD XD XD XD XD

...don't much like the woman the broadcasters have wandering around the floor talking to people (whatever her name is, Adrian or something), but eh. PANDAREN MONKS!!!!! XD XD XD XD XD

*goes back to watching Blizzcon*

I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you (and me!) forget perhaps for a while that World of Warcraft is in unscheduled maintenance. Here's a song all about spring-time in general, and in particular, about one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of spring affords all we WoW addicts.

Spring is here, spring is here!
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring!
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me
And makes every Sunday a treat for me!

All of WoW seems in tune
On a spring afternoon
When we're murdering murlocs in the marsh!
Every Sunday you'll see
My voidwalker and me
As we murder the murlocs in the marsh!

When they see us coming, the murlocs all try and hide
But they still attack warlocks with imps out at their side
The sun's shining bright,
Everything seems all right
When we're murdering murlocs in the marsh!
La laaaa, doo de doo da da doo de dooooo, dum de dum…

We've gained notoriety
And caused some anxiety
In DEHTA's society
With our games.
They call it impiety
And lack of propriety
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names!
But we're not killing beasts in the Tundra,
So they'll let us cleave murlocs asunder!
(Plus one must murder things as a warlock,
And at least we're not messing with gorlocs…)

So if Sunday you're free
Why don't you come with me
And we'll murder the murlocs in the marsh!
And maybe we'll do in a kobold or two
As we murder the murlocs in the marsh!

We'll dismember them all amid laughter and merriment
Except for the few we take home to experiment! (Forsaken apothecary laughs)
My pulse, it will quicken
As each murloc's stricken
(With dots we will git 'em!)
And murder the murlocs in the marsh!

(To the tune of "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" ...as if you really had to be told! XD)

Huzzah! There has been writing! And since these characters are better at elbowing the others out of the way to get my attention, I'm writing World of Warcraft ficcage. It should be understandable even by non-gamers, there's a glossary at the end for anyone who finds themselves terminally lost anyway, and I want to share... because these two have made it very clear that they're setting up shop in my head for the long term.

*ahem* There will eventually be pr0n. /facepalm

Warnings for the current part: a little language. Note to WoW aficionados: this fic takes place during Wrath of the Lich King, well before Arthas's defeat and Deathwing's little tantrum. :)



Viridan and Hathmelor

Part 1: ( Wherein Viridan learns to hate PUGs. )

Oooooo. I'm a little late to the party (only found out about this last night, and the backdown was posted somewhere around 4am today my time), but this needs to be said:

http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.html?topicId=25712374700&sid=1 was a Very Very Bad Idea, Blizzard.

For anyone who is not a WoWer or has not seen this and doesn't want to click through: Blizzard have introduced RealID, which lets people you choose to friend with it see what you are doing and where you are logged on to, tagged with your real first and last name. (This instantly reduces the number of people I want to use this with to "very very few", but hey, it's still pretty cool.)

In the above post they linked to an explanation of how RealID was soon going to be mandatory for posting on any Blizzard game forums, thus putting your real first and last name out in the ether for anyone to see, connected to your toon names. Also they were hooking it up with Facebook, of all things. This was supposedly to combat trolling on the forums.

[Massive Understatement] The reaction was generally negative. [/Massive Understatement]

Before anybody panics, they've backed off:
http://forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.html?sid=1&topicId=25968987278&pageNo=1

but... yeah. Bad idea. Sure there are forums out there where you have to use your real identity to post, but they tend to be secure forums with limited membership, where you have to be logged in to read as well - not freely available to anyone who wants to look. I've been harassed online (quite a long time ago now), and that was terrifying and made me feel sick as hell, and I still knew I was safe because they didn't know my real name. The (thankfully fairly few) people posting in support of the RealID forums were saying things like "Just don't post on the forums if you don't like it" (i.e. abandon the whole forum community you may have made friends in!) or "Come on, you're overreacting, this is all worst-case scenarios" or "if you don't want your real life identity out there for everyone to see you must be a troll"... ahaha yeah no. Clearly people who had never been harassed, or stalked, or targeted for being the wrong race/sex/ethnicity/religion/orientation/younameit.

Chalk me up as someone who Did Not Like It and yet Is Not A Troll, No Really.