AD-HOC-"ISHNESS" WTF???, FOND MEMORIES OF MY CLAN FAMILY (WITH SCREENIES,) AND NEWS FROM THE FRONT LINES

AD-HOC-"ISHNESS" WTF???

Okay, first off with the reason this blog full of blab is even in existence. As my fearless reader(s) know, I have a tendency to shoot from the hip. I also wrote about Runescape in my other blog, S.I.F.O.T.S. That post was after a disastrous outing at an attempt at "humor." it really is true that I have NOT gotten funnier as I've gotten older, just more batshit insane and raving. To that end, we shall look at this new attempt as something to keep me diverted and out of the Mental Ward. S.I.F.O.T.S. as fun as it is and it will still be floating around didn't accomplish the staying-out-of-the-Mental-Ward thing. I think this blog of blab will do the trick, along with heavy psychotropics. :D. Is this inspirational? Hardly. More, an inevitability, rather like the impending explosion of the Sun. Although we won't have to wait 8 billion years for this disaster, and hopefully, it won't destroy the Solar System. 

Geek Nonsense

I thought of creating this blog yesterday and have been scheming about it, er, planning it ever since. So, of course, I've been talking to several of my co-conspirators from my old Clan, SpiritZ. Naturally, they are all creative, funny and wildly intelligent folks. I suspect we all have Aspberger's or are just major "Geek-Noobs." I prefer the latter term; it has so much more caché these days. I cannot stress enough (well, yes I could, but probably might pull a muscle) that this is going to be a blog about Runescape, my old Clan, SpiritZ, and to that end, MMORPG gaming in general. This is great for me, because I don't have to do all the heavy lifting. But, if you have never played Runescape, or any MMORPG, this may be bewildering. I have plenty of gossip, stories and adventures from my Clan family and I have lots of "screenies" (screen-shots for the two people who stumble across this madness and have been under rocks for the last 10 years.) So, you can see the beauty of this; less typing, more pictures. Kind of like "See Jane Run." "See Spot Take a Pee," or "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish," only less exciting.

Can you feel the excitement? Neither can I...

Very "ad-hociness," clever, with-it, IT stuff, very now, not 15 minutes ago. *Snicker* Very much full of "ad-hoc-ishness." Gah, it sounds even worse, especially after I shoe-horned it into some kind of bullshit sentence to fit some type of present tense of a term I just made up. Oh well, let's move bravely on.

CLAN FAMILY MEMORIES, COMPLETE WITH "SCREENIES"

When I first joined SpiritZ, as a little noob, back in 2007, I was a Combat level 77. This was a big deal to me. As I mentioned in S.I.F.O.T.S., this is really the only MMORPG I have every played with any regularity. I was on the verge of leaving the game entirely. I was in a rut. Skilling was a drag, I was tired of dying 30 times in every quest I ever did and I really didn't know anyone. Well, I had met this young man, whose in-game name was RSCHMITT*. We met while mining coal, which was tedious, but lucrative. It was just the two of us, and we struck up a conversation, just to pass the time. This is a very social game; you can make it as intense as you want, or just pass the time standing around, yakking it up, with buddies who are on another World and another Region of Gielinor (Runescape's Realm) entirely. Bizarre; voices from the air, but fun. So, "Schmitty," or "Boss" as I called him later, struck up a wonderful friendship.  As is the way in Runescape and other MMORPGs, you can be as anonymous or as open as you want with a fellow 'Scaper. Schmitty and I became great RS friends, but we never became close in real life. I know, irl, he went off to University and majored in Business. I know this because he started an RS business, "Schmitty's World of Mining and Smithing." There is a lot of reading between the lines in this game. "USMarine" online at 4 am is probably winding down after a day at work in Falujah. 

Well, I worked for Schmitty and made a fabulous amount of gold pieces for mining and smithing bronze bars. He pretty much financed my RS house, which has cost me an obscene amount of money. 

It's even more obscene, when I think of my two overfed cats (one Hellcat, one Purple job from Halloween "Event" a few years back) a Penguin, and a Cook who is a bitch. Every time I "visit" my house, the cats are running around the kitchen, or my Game room, the Penguin loves standing on my Workbench or my Dining room table, and the damned cook with her horrible black-and-white checked pants and shitty attitude is at the very edge of my property, stomping around. She bitches if I summon her and ask for a cup of tea. I don't live there, I can't even lie down in my bed. But, my cook makes a mean cup of tea. The only she hasn't put rat poison in it, is because I'll fire her.

Anyway, I digress. I worked for Schmitty for about 6 months, then RS placed caps on the items you could buy and sell, and the business crashed, along with the RS economy and eerily, the Real World economy took a dip, before it's huge meltdown. 

We decided to become "adventurers." This lasted about 1/2 an hour. I don't remember the other two pin-heads who joined in with us, but we decided we'd go beat up people in the Wilderness (Wildy,) kill the players and take their stuff. I was really sucky as a meleer (close-in fighter, as opposed to Mager or Ranger-Sniper), something which has since been rectified. I think Schmitty did Magic, some other guy did who knows what, and our fourth was a "Ranger." I use this term guardedly. This person had a Range level of 55, which is truly not... even mediocre. We got waylaid by about five people who were blood-thirsty, in a death-dot and much, much more skilled than any of us. We all woke up naked in Lumbridge. So much for "adventuring."

Schmitty was still in High School at the time and decided to join a Clan. He did what he always did; researched RS Clans and found a Clan called "SpiritZ," affectionately knows as "SpZ." Very appropriate. He told me about this Clan, and I was intrigued. I joined about three weeks later, and got the biggest shock of my gaming life, at that point. I was still all serious about this game. Every death was a total disaster. The idiots and mean people really bothered me and I'm lucky I was never reported, muted, or banned. At the time, you couldn't cuss; "hell" wasn't even allowed, except for "hellcat." Needless to say, the Censor sucked. I saw a player named "spoonfucklol" once and spent about a week trying to figure that out. By the time I tried to look him up; he'd been banned. 

I hid for about a week after this; I was sure I would at least be reported. Heh; I wasn't

Anyway. The Censor is now gone. I guess the Developers decided to ban all the  8-year olds posing as 13-year old, or just ceased to go deaf from all the player whining. This is a good thing from the Screenie point of view; it makes for some very funny stuff. On the other hand, I can see little Susie's mother hair fall out or catch fire when she sees (or "hears") "Who the fuck really cares about mining? lol!" as I did the other day, while high-alching. Ouch.

Just a typical conversation pre-non-Censor

So, I joined this band of lunatics and the first event I attended was a "Duel Arena" outing. The leader at the time, was our intrepid Afghani, LICKMYSALTY. How in the hell that name ever got by the censors, I'll never know. Anyway, I met this merry band of prankster, and damn! They were having fun! Salty froze me with his Magic Spell as I tried to hit him with a bronze sword, or something equally feeble. Then, he razzed me and ran just out of my reach. I died several times at the Arena; we all did. We ended the session with a Conga Line and all went off to do whatever. This was the beginning of my true RS life. This was in 2007, and I am still friends with just about every one of these people. More have come along. They have enriched my life, made me laugh and comforted me when things just sucked.

*In most cases, I will use the actual screen name of the person, unless I am talking about something that someone might find hurtful, or cases where bigotry, sexism, or just general ass-hattery was witnessed. Then, I will use a screen pseudonym and designate it as such. Back to our program now.

NEWS FROM THE FRONT: NEBRASKA AVENUE, 33605

Okay, I have been "off-line" from RS for the better part of two years, due to various disasters, crises, epiphanies and other -ies. I am getting back into this game to try and catch up and frankly, it is very good therapy. My Psychiatrist is all for this. So, back in the harness.

Finally, something he can't botch up

This of course, means doing shit I either love, or hate. What I apparently love to do, is stand around and jabber with friends, die in-game, re-spawn, walk around a lot, eat irl while playing, bitch about stuff and just generally laugh it up. Unfortunately, none of these activities are "productive" or are "skills" in RS. I could quest, but that generally sucks, and I suck at questing. It's quid pro quo there. So, I skill, or train and I do the bad-ass stuff. Attack, Defense, Strength, Slaying. I like to live on the edge, and where else are you going to learn about courage? Clicking a mouse 70,000 times in an hour, while eating a chicken salad sandwich and listening to Carmina Burana or Rammstein is really living dangerously. Heh.

It's good to create that extra character you don't give a shit about

So, after my last annoying, er, challenging task of killing 782 Dumb Ass Aberrant Specters (Jeeze, what a bore) I had to go back to Duradel, who lives in a jungle south of Hell, or some other god-forsaken place to get a new "task." Shit, it took me longer to find that asshole than it did to do the 947 Happy Shithead Fire Giants he assigned me. I was getting frantic and was unable to see; my vision has worsened a bit and I am still getting used to it. In our Clan Chat, I was rapidly starting to rave. Of course, when I start foaming at the mouth, we're all vastly amused. "Where in the Hell are these Happy Assholes?" meaning Fire Giants, after I spent six hours finding Pinhead-Duradel and getting yet, another grind, er, task. "They're in the Jungle Dungeon. This Dungeon has some six-paragraph long name; I won't repeat it; it's as boring as this task. Anyway, you have to hack your way through vines and run past annoying dogs who attack, fall in lava, all to get to these... dibbuks. These dorks stagger around and wait in line patiently as you attack them one, by one. Sort of like a really bad (or good, depending on your point of view) Kung Fu movie. I personally loved "Shaolin Soccer," but then, I am very easily amused, as you can tell by my babble.

I said to my friend, "These damned things better be, like, under my kitchen sink. They better be living under there. Cthulhu moved, I just get his mail here now. Did you know he's looking at lawn furniture? And he joined a Health Club. What a disappointment." Ha ha ha...

Am I serious? No, that's no fun. Everyone had a lot of fun with that rant. There was more, but it's all a blur. The Flipping Fire Giants took me about 1/3 of the time and my next task got me killed before I even got to the stupid monsters. Just another day in Runescape!

The only art-related thing I ever created that didn't look like a stick-dog

More in a day or so; I hope to employ (yeah, 50 gp an hour is the going rate; I can up that, by 5 or so) some of my "roving correspondents." I will certainly be introducing more of my Clan family, and they are very much my family, as are you all. Take care, my loves and more blog and blab soon. <3