Not A Very Nice Person

Unfortunately, my game crashed before I could take screenshots… but I don’t think I need to remind you all that we don’t make this shit up.

Anywho, I was on my Priest – Nogametime – just chilling around Goldshire, when a Paladin called ‘Nice’ from Darkspear randomly opened a trade window. At first, I assumed it was because they were deleting stuff and I just happened to walk by, but no; they were actually checking if they could open a trade window with me.

As soon as the window was closed, they and a couple of other fucktards – whose names I have forgotten, lucky for them – started calling me a retard because I was playing a character called Nogametime when I ‘clearly had game time.’

I wasn’t even sure what the fucking problem was; I guess people like Piers Morgan are correct when they say that people will get upset over literally anything these days (and I think Piers is a complete and total twat at the best of times).

Nice-Darkspear was the only one I remembered because of the sheer level of hypocrisy involved; calling me a ‘dumbass’ and a ‘retard’ isn’t exactly something that a ‘nice’ person would do. When I called them out on this, they replied by saying that I was the one who started throwing insults around.

Yeah, only because YOU DID IT FIRST.

Anyway, I eventually explained to Nice that Nogametime is indeed the character I use when my game time expires; I also use him to check out if anything interesting is happening in Goldshire.

Just my luck that something interesting was happening… and that I happened to be at the centre of it.

In the end, I put the stupid prick on ignore and left it at that.

Seriously, what I call my characters is nobody’s business. And I hasten to add that this isn’t the first time someone like Nice has had a go at me; I had a similar incident happen a week ago, but didn’t bother to write a story about it because I thought it was a one-time thing.

Boy, was I wrong or what?!

The next time someone feels like having a go at me because my name offends them (for whatever reason), I’m just going to roll my eyes and leave them to their mindless ranting.

Zoinks, A Hypocrite!

Well, it would appear that 2019 is getting off to a great start; what follows is the first Legendary Fail I’ve seen since August 2014.

It all started out innocently enough; I was on my Level 20 twink Priest when a duel began nearby. A Death Knight named Deadshaggy – a name which should hopefully explain the title I’ve used for this post – asked them if they could duel elsewhere, as it was affecting their computer. When I responded with the age-old reply of ‘get a better one,’ all hell broke loose.

You see, whenever someone says that to someone else, they often take it in good spirit; Deadshaggy is not that kind of person, as you will now see.

Okay, so almost immediately after they told me I was being ‘rude,’ they called me a ‘kid.’ This was only the start of their hypocrisy, though.

I said something in jest, and you flip your shit over it? Puh-leeze, if I wanted to be rude, I’d have said something like ‘Nobody gives a fuck about your opinion, Shaggy, so shut the hell up.’

And now you’re telling me to ‘piss off’ and calling me an idiot. Yet, somehow, I’m still the one who is being rude.

Clearly they are a kid, because only a kid would try to bypass the Mature Language Filter by saying things like ‘u f rude’ and ‘f idiots.’ An adult who didn’t like rude words wouldn’t use them, so they’d have no need to try and bypass the filter.

You’ve said that already, and are now starting to sound like a broken record. A broken record with a bad case of hypocriticus bastarditis, but still.

Again, all I said was ‘get a better one then.’ Everything past that point has been Shaggy’s doing, so the GMs – if they even reported me, which I doubt – would look at the chat logs and see that I’m not at fault.

Mind you, these screenshots prove it just as well.

Is ‘kid’ really the only insult they can think of? It’s getting kinda stale, like the bread I had for my lunch the other day because there was nothing else.

Sure I am, Shaggy; you’re about as intimidating as a bag of kittens and puppies.

No, I made a joke; you’re the one who started being rude.

You said it in a public chat, meaning that anyone who saw it – like me – was free to respond to it as they saw fit. I’m almost wishing I hadn’t, but you have provided me with some great content for this here blog.

Banned, huh? Whatever, pal; the worst I’ll get is a muting. But I won’t even get that, because I haven’t done anything wrong.

Now they are talking to another rogue, namely the one who’s name you see above. I haven’t censored it because said Rogue is just as bad as Shaggy is; they once challenged my Priest to a duel then started flaming me when I refused to accept.

But enough about that; back to Shaggy.

Yep, still being a hypocrite. Maybe they don’t know what that word means…

Someone, please, fix this broken record already!

At this point, I went on my Druid; I tried challenging Shaggy to a duel, but they declined. Shame, too, because I was looking forward to tearing them a new one.

They’re still going on about reporting people? Jesus, does this person have nothing better to do with their time?

Wait for it…

There it is! Once again, Shaggy can’t handle someone dropping a few truth bombs on their self-centred little bubble of arrogance.

Shaggy was Level 105 at the time I wrote this; the only reason they could see my Level 120 Druid in stealth was because they happened to be standing right on top of me.

No idea why that’s worth gloating about, though. *shrug*

‘lvl 105 and  dont knwo how to quest’

See? I can make the same pointless arguments too, you know.

At this point, I finally realise something.

‘Why’ indeed; Shaggy is clearly too afraid to continue arguing with me, hence why I’ve created a new category – Hiding Behind Ignore – as a result of this whole thing.

Yeah, look at me being all badass and edgy. *rolleyes*

Fuck this shit, I’m out.

And there we have it: 25 screenshots of pure hypocrisy. I would say that I hope the rest of 2019 isn’t as bad as this…

But I’d be lying.

Lilshaw? More Like Lilsore!

BOOM, UPDATE OUTTA NOWHERE!

I was standing around on my Priest when all of a sudden, a Rogue named Lilshaw uses the /chicken emote on me. I was curious as to why this was the case, so I asked them why… only to immediately regret it.

Wow, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning!

Since when did BadBoy_Levels block duels? I wasn’t even aware of that being a feature.

Five times? Pfft, yeah right, pal; I’ll tell you why that’s bullshit in a bit.

I’d put the stupid prick on ignore by this point, hence why there are no more replies. Unless, of course, they were trying desperately to look up better insults than ‘faggot.’

I’d seen Lilshaw dueling other people in Goldshire, and then acting high and mighty when they won. So, I added them to my blacklist, which blocked the two – not five – requests they sent.

But whatever, I still got the last laugh.

I fucking told you you’d end up on here, you moron; perhaps this will teach you not to start shit with random people for no reason, hmm?

Rage With A Side Of Salt

I was on Nogametime – again – when this popped up.

All right, someone wants a duel. Better find them first; I like to inspect people before I duel them, so I know what I’m letting myself in for.

Oh, look, another one of these people. I guess I’d better decline this and use these screenshots to update the Hall of Shame for the first time in–

Hmm, it would seem as though this person can’t handle rejection very well.

Yeah, they mad.

(I normally try to avoid saying ‘umad,’ but I felt I could make an exception here.)

Uhh, you can’t prove that, pal… and I’m pretty sure you’re raging at me for no reason right now, so… yeah, fuck you.

(‘KYS,’ in case you didn’t know, is short for ‘Kill yourself.’)

Rowzy decides to choose the latter offer, whereas this other Shaman decides to pop up and… oh, hell, that realm name is looking too familiar.

Running away from the facts again, Mulder? Seems to be the only thing you’re remotely good at.

Anyway, this was a rather odd thing to happen. Oh well, fuck ’em.

(I should point out that this incident happened on the 13th of January, while the incident mentioned in my previous blog happened on the 7th.)

Flawed Logic

I was boosting my brother (Aim, AKA the other guy who sometimes writes a post here) in Hellfire Ramparts and Blood Furnace when I saw that the Horde were capturing the fortifications. I went to investigate and killed a Level 60-something at the Overlook; I failed to spot the Level 110 Warlock, Khejas-Magtheridon, who was there as well.

As soon as Khejas spotted me, they came in to attack — by which I mean they popped every cooldown they had and nuked the hell out of me. I tried to retreat, but unfortunately gravity had other ideas:

As you can see, it was the fall which killed me, so Khejas wouldn’t have gotten as much honour as they would have had they killed me themselves.

Aim went to get his Priest and together we attacked Khejas. We killed them at Broken Hill and engaged them nearby when they ressed. Aim soon died in the second fight, but I managed to kill them, thanks to making use of Rage of the Sleeper, Skull Bash (to interrupt Khejas’ Drain Life), Frenzied Regeneration, Barksin and Survival Instincts.

For those of you keeping score, it’s 2-1 me.

Khejas made use of their Soulstone, and so we killed them again; Aim managed to land a couple of good crits, meaning they went down hard. The final score was 3-1 to Aim and I, a good result as far as I cared.

But it wasn’t over yet; I was on my Horde Priest later on, with the intention of doing Heroic Ramparts and Blood Furnace for Netherweave Cloth, when I saw Khejas capturing the Stadium. I couldn’t help but gloat about the fact I’d beaten them  three times, compared to how quickly they’d beaten me just the once. I then decided that Ramps and BF could wait and logged out for a while.

When I logged back into my Druid, I found this waiting for me in my mailbox:

Er, okay? You only owned me once, you moron; I killed you three times. And what’s this shit about ‘try not to die on a 3v1?’ The way I saw it, it was always a 2v1; Aim and I against your pathetic little self.

I decide to reply to this little tirade…

When I say ‘grow a spine,’ I was referring to the fact that Khejas had waited until I was offline before sending this crap to me. Also, look at the name they chose for their Level 1 Alliance character; it’s precious.

Unfortunately, I got this when I tried to send my reply. Go figure.

I then decided that, if I couldn’t mail the twat, I’d go to their realm and drop my logic bomb on them personally. I loathe doing this, as it means stooping to Khejas’ level, but I felt that an exception had to be made in this case.

I went to Maghteridon and made a character called ‘Khejasalty’ – because I can be petty as well – and then ran a /who to see if Kheja was online. They were in Tomb of Sargeras, so I put together the following message, sent by way of five macros.

Hello, Navitas-Shadowsong here. I can see you’re raiding, so I’ve prepared some macros to deliver some hard truths your way. First of all, how the hell can you call ME ‘salty’ when I killed you THREE TIMES, hmm? First time we fought, you popped all your CDs and I – foolishly – decided to retreat. But here’s a fun fact: it was FALLING that killed me, NOT YOU. So techically it’s 3-0 me. Go figure. The second time we fought, you managed to kill my brother before I beat seven shades of shit out of you and sent you face-first into the dirt. During our third fight, I beat your ass some more before my bro managed to land some lucky crits. So what was that shit about me needing to ‘grow some skill,’ when YOU can’t even grow a backbone to confront me while I was online? I don’t particularly enjoy having to stoop to your level by making a char on your realm to bombard you with whispers, you know. But if that’s what it takes for me to get my point across, so be it. I’m done now; if you choose to purse this matter further by making a new Shadowsong char, it’ll only mark YOU as the salty one, NOT ME.

I then logged out before they had a chance to respond; again, being petty.

Logging back onto my Druid, I hung around Goldshire for a while… and then I saw something pop up in my chat frame:

As well as proving my point about them being the salty one, it looks like Kheja has once again made a Level 1 character on Shadowsong; unfortunately, my BadBoy anti-spam is set up to block all whispers from Level 1 characters, meaning that Khejas’ torrent of… whatever the hell they said… was blocked. BadBoy must have whispered them back explaining the block, hence why the message about my being ignored appeared. I also have my UI set up to put whispers into a new tab, which is how I knew Kheja had tried.

I go back to Magtheridon and try to find them again, but they were either offline or on an alt that I obviously wouldn’t know the name of. So, I asked if someone in their guild could explain to Khejas why their whisper wasn’t received.

That was yesterday (July 24th); when I got back from work today, I found yet another in-game mail waiting for me.

What a pity then, that the feeling isn’t mutal.

I tried to reply (again)…

… and once again I got the ‘Cannot find mail recipient’ message.

I’d had enough of this, so I went back to Magtheridon and made a new character called ‘Threeoneme’ – because I wanted to rub it in some more – and tried this:

I waited a few minutes for them to reply, but got nothing.

Oh, you’re AFK? Well, that’s certainly convenient. </sarcasm>

I probably won’t report them for harassment, even though it kinda is:

  • Refusing to end the pointless argument.
  • Cannot accept the fact that they lost. Hard.
  • Making new characters to send me stupid messages.

Anyway, the fact remains that I don’t consider myself to be in the wrong here. Sure, I could have just ignored the stupid prat, but I wanted to respond to the… er… ‘points’ that Khejas made in their original mail to me. I was hoping that would be the end of it; it’s not my fault that they decided to continue with the charade.

In fact, I am somewhat convinced that – even as I type this – my Druid has yet another message waiting for her in the mailbox.

… fuck it, I’m going to go and check.

RESULT: There wasn’t. Thank fuck for that; I guess the stupid prick finally got the message.