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...and Only Takes 14 Damage

WARNING: Geek Post.




I need some advice on what could be a life changing decision. Thanks in advance guys.

I've suspected for some time now that my girlfriend has been having an affair. The usual signs. Phone rings, I answer, someone hangs up. She started going out 'with the girls' a lot recently although when I ask which girls it is always "Just some friends from work, you don't know them". I always look out for her taxi coming home but she always walks down the drive although I can hear a car setting off. As if she has got out of the car round the corner. Why? Is it not a taxi? I once picked her mobile up just to see what time it was and she went beserk and screamed that I should never touch her phone again and why was I checking up on her.

Anyway, I have never approached the subject with her. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth but last night something odd happened. She had come over to play WoW and had forgotten to sign off of AIM after she left. It was whilst I was going through her buddy list that I noticed my mage had just been two-shotted by a rogue.

Should I stick with my mage or should I play a class with more survivability?





Now, a little background to the above message. According to my co-worker, this was posted on the World of Warcraft forums.

I hear about WOW every day. A few guys at work play it. And it's fascinating to me (no, seriously). To the uninitiated, it's basically Dungeons & Dragons. Only it's online. And there are over 5 MILLION people playing this game. There are no 24 sided die (all the rolling is done behind the scenes). And it's a cool game.

But it's not for me. The furthest I've ever gotten into RPG/Fantasy games was Black&White. And even that I can't do for more than 20 or 30 minutes at a time. I don't really feel like I'm accomplishing anything in the game. Which is probably why I'm into first person shooters and side scroll games (Doom, Street Fighter II, Commander Keen are the top time killers in my book).

But I do have to say the whole phenomenon with WOW does intrigue me. You know girls even play this?? At least that's what they say when they try to get some big burly warrior or mage to help on a quest to Loch Mordrolhala**.

All I can say is, No chick is worth 12 silver.*

Seriously dudes.












*with the exception of my wife. She's worth WAY more than 12 ficticious silver pieces in an online game that I'll never play.

**EDIT: I might have known I'd get corrected on this. Rather than thinking my combination of Mordor and Valhalla to be clever, the guys at work (mainly C.J.- "Half Man, Half Amazing" and Wayne) quickly pointed out that the name was "Loch Modan." I stand corrected.

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