Mine, Mine, Mine.
Yup, that’s right, the sunny, pastel clad holiday is really just a facade to the grueling, rage, and jealousy packed week that it really is.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m cool with competition, no, really I am. I get Battlegrounds, and Arenas. I embrace Raid progression and server ranking with a warm hug, but there is nothing, and I mean nothing in World of Warcraft that incites more sheer, key pounding rage, then farming those rather unrealistically large eggs.
Traditionally, in my opinion, female gamers are the ones that get a little more involved in WoW’s holidays probably due to the fact that they generally provide us with some sort of shiny mount or pet, but I am here to say that it has been 7 years total, and I have yet to get the damn mount for completing all of the holiday achievements. One of those holidays being Nobelgarden.
I’ve actually never participated in the holiday, it’s sorta been the one I skip over every year, this is painfully obvious since I managed to just get I Found One!.
I thought, you know, I have the patience to collect several hundred eggs, I mean really, how hard can it be? I’m sure these thousands of people are simply over reacting…
I know as a druid I have an unfair advantage, flight form and all, but still get away from my damn egg!
So after several, note I said several, not a couple, not a few, several hours of farming eggs in all of the zones, and getting only about 300 I realized I was sweating, and hadn’t slept.
Then I proceeded to have this inner monolog. “Come on Aunaka you need the mount, you really need the meta mount…right?”
I’m told that addicts have moments of clarity where they realize that they’ve started down a dark spiral they can never return from, and that sometimes that will bring them back from that edge and they can start to clean up their life. At that moment, I had one of those revelations.
I didn’t need the mount, this is a game, and I should be having fun. I was going to just sit this holiday out. I hearthed home, and leaned back in my chair. I’m not kidding when I tell you 45 seconds later, my fiancé turned to me and said. “Hey! I just opened like my 75th egg, and this dropped Swift Springstrider
I don’t condone violence, and certainly not domestic abuse, but I think this might be an exception. Needless to say the absolute frustration that it instilled in me, drove me to get my 200 more eggs, and now I too have a shiny mount, that realistically I’ll ride for about 4 days, and then it’ll go into retirement.
I would give you, my readers, some parting advice like; “Sharing is caring, let that druid have that egg.” or “If you see an egg, and there is a druid obviously trying to get it, just let him have it.”, but I can’t cause I broke all the rules. I stole from my fellow druids, blinded by colorful eggy greed, and now I will sit in shame, for at least an hour.
What was the most irritating moment for you? Or, alternatively, if your sane, what did you do during Nobelgarden when the rest of the crazies were egg hunting?