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| From the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "Relics". (via Tenor). |
Tuesday, May 12, 2026
Wanted: A Living Breathing Instance
Sunday, March 1, 2026
Setting Expectations
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| Note: I like the purple robe better. It harkens back to Dalaran and the Royal Purple of the Mages of that City. |
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| The blue and white robe a Retail Mage starts with is closer to the Blue and white robe a Priest starts with in Classic. |
| Neve: Paradise, my ass. What idiot do they take me for? From April 2022. |
Likewise, the Draenei don't re-encounter Blood Elves out in the wild**** until they also reach Outland, but they knew what they were getting into because they'd actually fled the damn place not so very long ago.
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| Or maybe Sanctuary, the city found in Thieves' World. From Etsy, of all places, because I'm lazy and don't want to hunt down my own copy. |
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Cranky Red Being Cranky
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| No, not these seasons, although this is pretty accurate. From Reddit, ifunny.co, and NBC 4 in Columbus, OH. |
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| This is ESO's 2026 Seasons road map. From neowin (and Zenimax). |
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| From The Office. And Yarn. |
You see, I've dealt with "seasons" before, in Retail WoW. When you run Battlegrounds like I did in Cataclysm and Mists of Pandaria, the gear grind was organized around gear acquisition (and rankings). I never bothered with rankings and arenas/rated battlegrounds, because I was more of a casual PvPer. However, when people would sprint ahead and acquire gear quickly (due to winning regular/rated BGs) and you were merely doing your thing, playing in random BGs was a nightmare for a few months until you started to get the PvP gear that you needed. It always seemed to me that once you became barely geared enough to survive without getting one-shot, the PvP season would end and a new currency/gear set would open up and you'd have to start over. This led to one of two options: Git Gud (play more), or Drop Out. Given I didn't have the time to play to such extreme levels to effectively 'git gud', I eventually dropped out in frustration.
Since that time, I've come to understand that the way the seasonal content is designed, this is a feature and not a bug. Companies want you to login as much as possible (and spend real life money on stuff in cash shops too), so seasons are designed to maximize FOMO without turning off the player base en masse. There's a fine line between utilizing FOMO to get people to constantly login and buy stuff without pushing them at all or too much, and over the years the more successful games have figured out where that happy medium is.
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| HINT: That happy medium is much too FOMO-driven for my liking. From Dean Signori. |
It's the consumption-based society placed in a video game. However, instead of keeping up with the Joneses with cars or computers or power tools or spouses*, it's skins and bling and pets and gear and mounts and weapons. And titles; can't forget the titles part.
"If money is all you love, then that's what you'll receive."--Princess Leia, Star Wars
"Do you not havephonesfriends?"
--Possibly apocryphal
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| From Choice of Games. And the Pythons, of course. |
Friday, November 21, 2025
Codas and Retrospectives
Saturday, August 23, 2025
Wait, What WAS Considered Beautiful in 2004?
Sunday, August 17, 2025
"I Guess You Like Killing Dragons"
This is something that periodically pops up when I play MMOs, and I have to wonder whether it's unique to me or more of a general reaction.
When I'm in a PvE group environment, such as a max level dungeon, instance, or raid, the question of "What are you here for?" will occasionally pop up. In raids, that is an inevitable part of handling loot, especially in the "old style" of not having personal loot as found in Retail WoW, as no matter what method used people will want to obtain loot. In other cases, people are merely being social and asking a pretty general question as an ice breaker.
There's even a good chance that people have some quests they want to finish, such as the numerous quests that take a person back and forth to Blackrock Depths, or they want to help someone with a special questline, such as the WoW Classic Era Paladin or Warlock mount quests.
But I'll use as an example an Onyxia raid from last year that I got talked into going by a couple of people in my WoW Classic Era friend group. This Ony run came after their guild's weekly Blackwing Lair raid, and for those people not familiar with the Onyxia raid, it consists of a couple of trash mobs and the dragon, Onyxia, herself. It's a fairly quick raid if it's done well. But this particular time, they had barely 20 people there out of a maximum of 40, and that as definitely pushing the envelope as far as how few people you can take into Ony and complete the raid.
So I figured why not and asked for an invite.
After joining the raid, I joined their Discord for coordination purposes and the Raid Lead sent me a link to a website for their Soft Reserve system, Softres.it. I didn't really need to look at the list of items to know that Onyxia doesn't drop a lot of loot for Mages. For the most part she drops one piece of Tier 2 gear (the Helm), and the only other items of interest would be the 18 slot bag and (of course) the Head of Onyxia, which you can turn in for an okay reward for Mages but you do get to have your name announced as everyone in your capital city gets the "Rallying Cry of the Dragonslayer" buff.
I just gave a brief glance at the options there and decided to pass on reserving any loot.
This didn't go unnoticed.
Before first pull the raid leader said they were one short on people reserving, and after a short pause, there was a "Cardwyn, you're not reserving anything?"
"No, I'm good," I replied via chat.
"You're sure?"
"Yep."
"I guess Cardwyn likes killing dragons," someone quipped.
I'd begun typing a response, basically saying that the helm I was wearing (a turban, actually) from Upper Blackrock Spire is better than the Tier 2 Helm, but.. saying that was simply taking too long and they were ready to go, so I let it slide.
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| There's a reason why I turned off the Show Helm option in MMOs. |
But I'm sure that more than one person looked at my gear, which was a mix of Blue and Green gear, with the only Purple pieces on it being the hand crafted Robe of the Archmage and the ring I got from having an Exalted reputation with the Stormpikes in Alterac Valley, and said "WTF?"
That's the thing, really: the raids with actual upgrades for me --in the lower WoW Classic Era raids, anyway-- are in the other raids: Molten Core (MC), Blackwing Lair (BWL), and Zul'Gurub (ZG). To be honest, I'd be better off running ZG a few times to get some basic raid pieces and then go to BWL, but I'm sure people jump right in to BWL without a thought once they hit max level and get attuned to the place.
***
The concept of someone joining a raid or other group content when they don't need anything, gear-wise, seems to be such a foreign thing that it flummoxes people.
I was once kicked from an instance run of fellow raid members back in Vanilla Classic WoW because I was in there for fun and not a guildie. One moment I was in the group and the next I was kicked, being told in Discord* that since I was in the instance for fun and not a guildie they were going to give my spot to a guildie who needed the instance run. If I were given the option I would have stepped aside, since everybody involved was on the same raid team, but being booted without giving me a chance kind of stuck in my craw.
For a long time I felt that the person leading that instance run was trying in a not-so-subtle way to try to push me into joining the guild that I raided with, and I resented the passive-aggressive manner in which he was trying to accomplish his goals.** As time has gone on, however, I now realize that this was just a symptom of the encroaching hardcore direction that both the guild and raid leads were heading, and one that I became increasingly at odds with.
Doing things for fun is just a statement that you enjoy what you're doing. It's not an excuse for not caring, or trying to validate bad behavior in group content. Unfortunately, however, "fun" has somehow gotten a bad reputation in gaming circles, which boggles my mind.
This isn't work, after all.
If your gaming has morphed into work for you, or you begin to look down upon people who are there to enjoy themselves, maybe it's time to re-evaluate what you're doing.
*It was a post raid instance run, so we were all in Discord.
**This person is the same person who pulled me aside after a Classic Naxxramas raid to tell me how to "improve" my DPS, despite he not being my class lead, nor a raid lead, nor playing a Mage for anything other than one of his many alts. This unsolicited advice annoyed the hell out of me, given that I knew what gear I needed to improve and I couldn't make the gear drop if the RNG Gods were not interested. Given that my class lead was really happy with my overall output, as he had his own trouble with getting gear, I valued his input far more than these "suggestions".
#Blaugust2025
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
When You're Too Meh for a Midlife Crisis
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| It was SO out of place compared to all of the rest of the cars in the parking lot. Fun Fact: I looked up the price online and it costs close to what our current house cost back in 2002. |
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| These were made locally until mid-1987. |
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| Such as this Pioneer SX-780, made in 1980 (the manufacturing run was 1978-1980). From Oleg's Vintage Audio. |
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| Such as module S3: Expedition to the Barrier Peaks. From eBay. |
Wednesday, July 23, 2025
A Few Changes
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| Yes, Hoots is holding a two-handed sword. Standings as of July 23, 2025. |
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| For the record, the ones giving me the most crap were all women. |
I'll just keep plugging away and see how things progress.
Thursday, July 3, 2025
Yet Another Debriefing
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| From argentarchives.org as of July 1st, 2025. |
- Elsharin
- Evelyn
- Mona
- Sloan****
- Mathias
- Some Faction Lead/Bigwig
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| I still have the apron, btw. |
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| Sindorei this, Sindorei that. It's not like the Queldorei didn't eat it before them, you know... From World of Warcraft: The Official Cookbook by Chelsea Monroe-Cassel, Page 79. |
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| That's after brushing it with melted butter once it came out of the oven. |
Wednesday, July 2, 2025
Winter's Veil and the Light -- Part 2/2
Previous Installment:
Winter's Veil and the Light -- Part 1
Several days later I paced restlessly in the foyer of the Cathedral of Light.
I may not be the focal point of today’s events, but I was going to be in front
of the High Priestess of the Church of the Light herself. The Cathedral may not
be the Keep, but that didn’t mean the nobles of Stormwind weren’t paying
attention.
I paused for a moment to rub at the ache on my shoulder.
“Stop playing with it, Apprentice,” Mistress Elsharin said in Thalassian,
her voice thick with disapproval. “It will take longer to heal.”
Pulling my hand away, I rolled my shoulders to move my old purple robe
around a bit. “It’s…” I frowned as my voice trailed off. Searching for the
right word in her tongue and realizing I didn’t know it yet, I changed
directions. “How long before the pain goes away?”
“About a week.”
“A week?” I was about halfway through.
“Surely you’ve been hurt from being out in the sun too long, it’s no worse
than that.”
No, it wasn’t, but that burn usually faded after a couple of days, and this
was still going strong. I frowned, realizing that this was likely Elsharin’s
way of saying “don’t be such a baby,” only since she said it in remedial
Thalassian it sounded worse.
While Mistress Elsharin had given me another present –a warm bathrobe—for
Winter’s Veil, her primary gift was a tattoo of her family’s crest on my
shoulder. The concept of bearing the Dawnweaver crest sounded exciting and sophisticated
at first, but the moment the Queldorei tattoo artist began, all those emotions
vanished in a puff of smoke. I’d been beaten and stabbed and shot with arrows,
but this so-called “small thing” hurt more than it had any right to.
Still, it kept me from thinking about Linna’s acceptance into the Order for a while.
“Remember, Apprentice,” Elsharin said, interrupting my musings, “Give the
Knights what is asked, but no more. You have a talent for talking too much.”
“Yes, Mistress Elsharin.” I opened my mouth to continue, but I realized I was about to demonstrate my Mistress’ rather apt critique and shut it instead.
The doors to the Cathedral opened and my family entered, with Linna in
front. She was dressed all in white, as was the custom for a supplicant, and
she’d even taken care to brush her tangled blonde hair and tie it back into a
smart ponytail. Her easy, casual smile was nowhere to be seen.
Tuesday, July 1, 2025
Winter's Veil and the Light -- Part 1/2
Yes, you read that correctly. I suppose you could call this a "Christmas in July" surprise, given that I'd originally meant to have this ready for last year's actual Christmas season, but stuff happened and I got stuck finishing the story. I'll explain more in a follow-on post after this is complete.
This story is set after the events that culminated in The Deadmines and then The Stockades in Vanilla Classic WoW. When I write I tend to jump around the timeline when I find a compelling scene, which is why I have other works of fiction in the pipeline. I may eventually begin creating completely original works of fiction again, but that also assumes that Cardwyn won't kick my ass or something and demand more be written.
The full list of attributions will follow at the conclusion of the story, so I won't give anything away, but here's a standard disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any characters and locations created by Blizzard for WoW Classic remain their property. This work of fiction uses WoW Classic as the primary reference point. Copyright by Redbeard of Parallel Context, 2025.
Winter’s Veil and the Light
"Apprentice, your sister is here!"
I stuffed the last wrapped present into my pack and slung it over my
shoulder. "Coming!" I called, flying out of my room and to the top of
the stairs.
At the bottom stood Mistress Elsharin and Kira, chatting quietly.
Considering she’d just arrived from Goldshire I expected my big sister to at
least appear like she’d been traveling all day, but no, she looked like her
typical perfect self. She wore her formal Journeywoman's outfit, complete with
the badges signifying her rank in the Goldshire Bakers Guild stitched onto her
breast jacket. The only indication she’d been on the road at all was her
travelling basket by her side, which she used to carry baked goods throughout
central Elwynn. I bounced down the stairs and into her arms, clapping her on
the back. “Kira!” I cried.
"Card!" she exclaimed, squeezing me tight and holding me at arm’s
length. "Look at you! You're wearing a new robe!"
"It took me quite a while to figure out how to stitch the material,” I
grinned, “but I had some help from around the Quarter."
That was quite an understatement. When Mistress Elsharin suggested that I
should mark the ending of the Defias affair by making my own robe, I was a bit
hesitant. After all, she'd made it rather plain to me that despite her Queldorei
house name she was not a tailor and had no interest in becoming one. After my
experience with a tailor accosting me to examine my robe when I first arrived
in Stormwind, I wasn't so keen on asking for help, either. However, Elsharin
recommended a different tailor, and Mistress Larson took me under her wing to
show me the basics of dealing with bizarre items such as spider silk thread in
the creation of this new white robe.
"I love your Journeywoman's outfit!" I added as took in my
sister's uniform. "Isn't it different than last year’s?"
"Yes!" Kira pulled her sleeve over, exposing some new stitching.
"The gold stripe along the shoulder and down the sleeves signify Senior
status."
"That's wonderful! Does that mean you're the Senior Journeywoman in the
Guild?"
My sister grinned from ear to ear and nodded.
I dropped my pack and embraced her in another tight hug.
"Congratulations!"
"That is wonderful news!" Elsharin exclaimed, crossing over to our
kitchen. "This calls for a toast before you leave."
"You're not coming?" Kira called after her.
My sister released me, and I shook my head and sighed.
"I shouldn't intrude, as it is a family event, and a Dawnweaver always
puts family first," Mistress Elsharin replied, returning with three
glasses and a bottle of wine.
"I tried to convince her that she's family now," I added,
"but..."
"No buts, Apprentice." The Elf handed out the glasses and poured
some wine into each. "To Kira Songshine, Senior Journeywoman!" she
exclaimed, raising her glass in a toast.
"To Kira!" I saluted my sister and drank.
"To Card and Elsharin, my Stormwind family!" Kira added.
"And now," Elsharin said, setting down her glass, "I believe
you two have a date to keep back at your farm." She walked over to
the foyer and raised her arms to cast. "Apprentice, you have my presents
with you?"
I grabbed my pack and slung it over my shoulder. "Yes, Mistress
Elsharin."
"Very well, I'll open the portal." She focused and brought the
arcane to bear before us, and a portal to the farm opened. "Tell everyone
Happy Winter Veil for me!"
"I will!"
We stepped through the portal and into our barn.

























