I wasn't planning on making this my first post of the year, but I see being an ass in video gamer space is reaching the level of interfering with emergency calls:
Hackers Harass League of Legends Livestreamer with DDOS Attacks
Calling 911 on somebody? Really? Just how old are these people, 10?
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Alterac Valley: The Spirit of Christmas, Scrooge Style
The Lock was not pleased. "No, dammit, that's the old strat," he snapped. "The new strat is to rush everyone to Drek, cap the two towers nearby, and then kill Drek."
"Somebody had told the Horde, then, because they're ahead of us in getting our first two towers down," I quipped. "If we want to win, we have to take them back."
"Didn't you hear me?" The Lock demanded as we finished recapping Stonehearth and Icewing Bunkers. "Everybody get down to Drek now!"
"F--- him," a Druid in the backcap team said aloud. "We've got to get DB North and South back."
We recapped the two Dun Baldur bunkers --as well as the Aid Station-- and then everybody began the trek south. Meanwhile, the 25+ people surrounding Drek began their attack, but kept wiping.
"What gives?" someone asked in BG chat. "You have 8 healers there."
"We ALSO have 7 Horde in the base, asshole," the Lock replied. "We need EVERYONE down here!"
Another half dozen or so of people abandoned their watch on Stonehearth and Icewing and ran south, just in time for the Horde to begin to cap those two bunkers.
I watched from my position at DB North as a dozen Horde pushed their way up north and began crossing the bridge. There were only a few of us left to counter them, and not enough time to get to Stonehearth or Icewing before they were captured, ending the game on attrition.
The Lock kept up a running diatribe on how badly we sucked, and if we'd have just done what he wanted we'd have won anyway. Regardless of whether he was right or not, changing the strategy by abandoning our position in the southern two bunkers meant that we absolutely HAD to burn down Drek within a few minutes or lose.
And given the title of this warm and fuzzy piece, you can probably guess the outcome.
EtA: Somehow the first sentence got chopped off.
"Somebody had told the Horde, then, because they're ahead of us in getting our first two towers down," I quipped. "If we want to win, we have to take them back."
"Didn't you hear me?" The Lock demanded as we finished recapping Stonehearth and Icewing Bunkers. "Everybody get down to Drek now!"
"F--- him," a Druid in the backcap team said aloud. "We've got to get DB North and South back."
We recapped the two Dun Baldur bunkers --as well as the Aid Station-- and then everybody began the trek south. Meanwhile, the 25+ people surrounding Drek began their attack, but kept wiping.
"What gives?" someone asked in BG chat. "You have 8 healers there."
"We ALSO have 7 Horde in the base, asshole," the Lock replied. "We need EVERYONE down here!"
Another half dozen or so of people abandoned their watch on Stonehearth and Icewing and ran south, just in time for the Horde to begin to cap those two bunkers.
I watched from my position at DB North as a dozen Horde pushed their way up north and began crossing the bridge. There were only a few of us left to counter them, and not enough time to get to Stonehearth or Icewing before they were captured, ending the game on attrition.
The Lock kept up a running diatribe on how badly we sucked, and if we'd have just done what he wanted we'd have won anyway. Regardless of whether he was right or not, changing the strategy by abandoning our position in the southern two bunkers meant that we absolutely HAD to burn down Drek within a few minutes or lose.
And given the title of this warm and fuzzy piece, you can probably guess the outcome.
EtA: Somehow the first sentence got chopped off.
Friday, December 20, 2013
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