<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:34:42.411-05:00</updated><category term='yipper'/><category term='spock'/><category term='World of Warcraft'/><category term='Review'/><category term='60'/><category term='Bug'/><category term='RP'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Spiro'/><category term='Zul&apos;Farrak'/><category term='Rassaa'/><category term='Serpent'/><category term='jamie'/><category term='Hyena'/><category term='MSS'/><category term='yip'/><category term='Okami'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Araga'/><category term='70'/><category term='Timber'/><category term='Tallstrider'/><category term='Mount'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='Vallrok'/><category term='training'/><category term='story'/><category term='hunter'/><category term='Lynx'/><category term='Spider'/><category term='50'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='charecters'/><category term='Wind Serpent'/><category term='Crocolisk'/><category term='Sporebat'/><category term='dog'/><category term='Real Life'/><category term='Lame'/><category term='Nether Ray'/><category term='Sprite Darter'/><category term='emily'/><category term='Wolf'/><category term='40'/><category term='Sonic'/><category term='Boar'/><category term='Crab'/><category term='Lightfur'/><category term='Insight'/><category term='Sargeant'/><category term='Sarge'/><category term='SummerGale'/><category term='July'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Dwarf'/><category term='Bluefur'/><title type='text'>Wolfington Speak</title><subtitle type='html'>A slightly unkept blog about Wolfington. Me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8579408103526883565</id><published>2010-01-12T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:34:36.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking.</title><content type='html'>I really need to...&lt;br /&gt;Do something in my life, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know I'm only 14 and I can't do much at that age. But.. I've been browsing blogs.. A lot of people actually do things.&lt;br /&gt;I... Don't do things. &lt;br /&gt;I don't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of depressing. &lt;br /&gt;I really need to do  -something-. I could write more. I should write more.&lt;br /&gt;I could draw more. I should draw more. But I don't have anything to draw... I really, really, REALLY wish I was in an art class! *despair* &lt;br /&gt;I want to get a part time job. I now, silly. But I do! &lt;br /&gt;I want to work part time at an animal shelter. There's an animal shelter around here, but not close enough. And I don't know how old I need to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling discouraged right now. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY want to take art lessons. Private art lessons. Or public ones. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I need to get in touch with Mrs. Christianson again! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can come and see her after school some days?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really excited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to e-mail her right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8579408103526883565?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8579408103526883565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8579408103526883565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8579408103526883565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8579408103526883565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8800653295029089407</id><published>2009-12-08T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:16:40.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while, hasn't it?</title><content type='html'>Yes, it has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird reminiscing moment today. I was chatting with Preeti on Facebook, and Geethika brought up Pebbles, and that made me think about the PEBBLES! running joke, and then the Lobster Claw joke...&lt;br /&gt;*Activates seriousness*&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. When something leaves, you don't think about it much. You just move on. Things fade away. &lt;br /&gt;Then something is said, or thought, or done. Someone says PEBBLES! or LOBSTER CLAW! and there I go, thinking about watching Pirates of the Caribbean and yelling at the bloody idiot characters. Making jewelry and trying to figure out what they where called, reading the name "Lobster Claw" and cracking up, even seeing the part that said "Latch" after the "Lobster Claw". That lead to something like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lobster Claw?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lobster Claw?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lobster Claw!"&lt;br /&gt;"Loobster Claaw!"&lt;br /&gt;"LOBSTER CLAW!!"&lt;br /&gt;"LOOBSTER CLAAW!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And every once in a while in school, &lt;br /&gt;"Hey, hey Preeti!" &lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"LOBSTER CLAW!"&lt;br /&gt;"LOBSTER CLAW!!"&lt;br /&gt;"LOBSTER CLAW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then me prattling on and on about WoW things that nobody understood, and mentioning Pebbles the crab, and then, after a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pebbles?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pebbles."&lt;br /&gt;"Pebbles!"&lt;br /&gt;*squeaky high voice* "PEBBLES!"&lt;br /&gt;*Squeaky higher voice* "PEBBLES!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we don't do that much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;*Seriousness off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEETHIKA. Get the freak back here.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm going to LOBSTER CLAW your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't do the PEBBLES triangle without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note - New WoW patch came out. And I can't hear chat. &lt;br /&gt;You know how irritating that is?&lt;br /&gt;Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8800653295029089407?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8800653295029089407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8800653295029089407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8800653295029089407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8800653295029089407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-been-while-hasnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s been a while, hasn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-60991962900947206</id><published>2009-11-16T16:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:36:36.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SwHDNd_GEzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GYWLfjXY-nY/s1600/BOOlol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SwHDNd_GEzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GYWLfjXY-nY/s400/BOOlol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404815663976289074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still alive. &lt;br /&gt;Just don't have that much to talk about in my life. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see..&lt;br /&gt;I could talk about how Echo barfed in the car again. Or the enormous.. yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I could talk about videogames. &lt;br /&gt;I like that idea.&lt;br /&gt;So, lets start. First off- Left4Dead 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks epically awesome! I -love- Left4Dead. More zombies, more guns, chainsaws, new creepy zombies, new high-tension areas... &lt;br /&gt;I hope it has a storyline this time. Last time was kind of disappointing in that way, but then again, you can't pay attention to storyline when you have a mob of zombies on your heals. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then there is Assassin's Creed 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've taken from the trailer/commercials..&lt;br /&gt;Same game (a few cooler ways to kill people), with a total cliche of a character. Long dark hair in a ponytail, obviously handsome, driven by rage/revenge... Really? You can do better then that. Altiar was a freaking awesome badarse. This guy looks like your typical comic character. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, it looks like they tried to turn your character into a superhero. &lt;br /&gt;Also.. Killing guards with a sledgehammer? Oh, that's exactly what assassins who don't want to be noticed do. &lt;br /&gt;Also also, the trailer? Almost exactly the same as the first games. :-/ &lt;br /&gt;And you had a -love interest- at one point? YOU'RE AN ASSASSIN. I know I'm probably being stereotypical, but really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-60991962900947206?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/60991962900947206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=60991962900947206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/60991962900947206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/60991962900947206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what.html' title='Guess what.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SwHDNd_GEzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GYWLfjXY-nY/s72-c/BOOlol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-3475517336298577667</id><published>2009-10-22T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:33:03.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humm.</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts start.... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a writer. I love writing. I write stories for fun! I have a billion story ideas, most of which I write 2-15 pages of and then stop for a variety of reasons. Sometimes I drive my characters into a ditch that they can't get out of, sometimes I decide the whole idea was stupid, sometimes I suddenly hate the main character, sometimes I just lose the notebook that I was writing in! I still have a bunch of ideas I want to expand on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Makers, one of my old ideas. I've explained it before - there's a "race" of godlike people(Called Makers) that live above every life-bearing planet, deciding what will happen and making it happen. They use a power source called Sols, little floating transparent orbs that look like glowing marbles, to use magic. This magic can let them create paths to walk on, create light, or add to/change their bodies. The humans, or the "Made", are mostly oblivious of the Makers. However, a somewhat small group of them called the Rebels are, well, rebelling against the Makers, saying that they don't have the right to decide what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also After Death, I Follow. It's a story about two young women that die, and are made into Death and the Receptionist. They go about reaping souls and getting into fights with Angels. The problem with this story is that I don't have a goal, really... But I really like the idea. I think I wrote 16 pages of this story before losing the notebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the Half-animal story. It centers around several half-animal people, who are on a journey to save their kind from human aggression. I really like the characters in this story, and I really should continue it... I even like the story line. *Bangs head for not writing more of it* I even know where the notebook is... And it's got to be near 20 pages long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the story I'm writing right now, centered around two trolls and a wolf who are trying to make The Eye - the sun, basically - stop roasting the world. It gets more deep, with a mystery and fights... The world is really cool, too. It's made up of four orbs, each of which hold a world - the first is the Jungle, colonized by the trolls, blue-furred humanoid people. Then there's the Plains, colonized by the humans. Third is the Snow Forest, colonized by living snowstorms (that can take on a humanoid shape) called Flurries. The last world is the Sea, colonized by a mysterious race called the Hookjaws. They are sea-serpent like creatures that, as the title hints, have long, hard, hook-shaped horns on their lower jaws. Each orb is linked by a bunch of smaller ones, forming a square. In the center of the square is a giant floating eye which turns on it's axis, letting out heat and light and acting as the sun. Every once in a while it blinks, making everything go dark for a few seconds. Every year it closes and the eye sleeps, causing winter. The story line is, two trolls Son'ya and Raz'an see the eye turn blood red, and it closes for a few days. When it opens again, it's blood red, and it lets out so much heat that it starts to roast the world. They, and their friend Tracker Who's Paws Find Life (a black wolf) have to find out why this happened, and put a stop to it, before the world is roasted. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the other races have a bit of a grudge against the trolls now, for reasons unknown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, by description length alone, I want to work on this latest story. But the problem is...&lt;br /&gt;My friend can work on a story for years and never really get tired of it, or so it seems. I get tired of my stories in about a month. But, I really really want to publish a story, or -at least- finish one. Unfortunately for me, when I get bored of one story, I just can't continue it. It doesn't work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to be a successful author if I can't finish one little story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll find out later. I'm not old enough to be thinking about that, I guess. After all, I'm a beginner author. A noob, you could say. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Wow. &lt;br /&gt;That was a lot more writing then I thought it was. &lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-3475517336298577667?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3475517336298577667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=3475517336298577667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/3475517336298577667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/3475517336298577667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/10/humm.html' title='Humm.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4946615498269844909</id><published>2009-09-01T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:11:29.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Playing around with the blog a bit. Expect random changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4946615498269844909?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4946615498269844909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4946615498269844909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4946615498269844909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4946615498269844909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8240020481976365841</id><published>2009-09-01T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:00:09.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More echo pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1vMgw9yGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yygCY-VcZLQ/s1600-h/Echo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1vMgw9yGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yygCY-VcZLQ/s400/Echo4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376575790894663778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1vMLyushI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PzT8SjBqNW8/s1600-h/Echo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1vMLyushI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PzT8SjBqNW8/s400/Echo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376575785264919058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8240020481976365841?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8240020481976365841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8240020481976365841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8240020481976365841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8240020481976365841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-echo-pics.html' title='More echo pics.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1vMgw9yGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yygCY-VcZLQ/s72-c/Echo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8943784180621104070</id><published>2009-08-27T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:36:29.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O.O</title><content type='html'>Puppies are SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;Echo is SO CUTER!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;*freaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Echo home today. He whined a bit in the car, but all is forgiven. After all, he was leaving his puppy brothers and sisters for the first time. He sat on my lap most of the time, looking out the window, snoozing, panting. When he looked out the window, people in passing cars would smile and AWwww at him. &lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I played with him in the kitchen for about 30 minutes, until he collapsed behind mom (she was leaning up against the counter, making a sort of cave behind her back) and quickly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post many pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SpfrV9kjf-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PpRAiy_zS7U/s1600-h/puppeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SpfrV9kjf-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PpRAiy_zS7U/s400/puppeh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375023442827640802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8943784180621104070?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8943784180621104070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8943784180621104070' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8943784180621104070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8943784180621104070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/oo.html' title='O.O'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SpfrV9kjf-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PpRAiy_zS7U/s72-c/puppeh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-2794080631772709598</id><published>2009-08-22T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:07:14.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday is... Today!</title><content type='html'>My birthday is today. I remember only a few years ago waking up and running around screaming because I would get mounds of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the cake. And I get to open a couple presents. It's a lot simpler then it used to be. Calmer. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Next time we go up north I'm going to have Birthday v.2. Just like we have (had) Christmas and Christmas v.2. And if we where lucky, Christmas v.3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me happy birthday or.... I will curse you with the Summoning Dark! &lt;br /&gt;(The Summoning Dark is in the Terry Pratchett book Thud!. Read it, it's awesome. AND NO I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT IT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-2794080631772709598?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2794080631772709598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=2794080631772709598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2794080631772709598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2794080631772709598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday-is-today.html' title='My Birthday is... Today!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7540974552402715248</id><published>2009-08-16T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:57:41.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethingorother.</title><content type='html'>We are going to choose a puppy tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. M. G. &lt;br /&gt;Puppies, more specifically Golden Retriever puppies, are the cutest things in... ever.&lt;br /&gt;We chose a puppy today. He's a darker furred pup with a very calm, relaxed attitude. And he is -cute-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mom was holding him, she started to cry. I think I know why -- the puppy resembles all that is Jamie, along with all that is the new puppy. And it is named Echo, as I have said. I dunno, the combination of moving on and remembering Jamie is tough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I was going to write more, but I can't find the words.. I'll post pictures of little Echo soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are bringing him home on August 27.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7540974552402715248?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7540974552402715248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7540974552402715248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7540974552402715248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7540974552402715248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/somethingorother.html' title='Somethingorother.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4019075450596740439</id><published>2009-08-14T22:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:05:04.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - DIA</title><content type='html'>I went to the Detroit Institute of Art today, David and his family invited me along. I've been to what, one museum in my life? Two? Not that many. So of course I loved it. There where a ton of cool, awesome Oil Paintings, from Picasso to William-Adolphe Bouguereau, who painted &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_(1825-1905)_-_The_Nut_Gatherers_(1882).jpg"&gt;The Nut Gatherers&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't say much about the place, except that it's really really cool. And they have good food. Nomnom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, an overview of the day;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive to the DIA, me and David nom'd on some Cereal Bars and chattered about Music. He tried to get that song, We Rock, stuck in my head, but I avoided it by getting One Tin Soldier stuck in my head, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we wandered around Ooo'ing and Aahhhh'ing at sculptures and paintings. Oh, and I learned David can Pick-pocket me. With ease. I had a pencil in my front pocket and he picked my pocket for it a bunch of times, then put it back. Without me noticing. Seriously! He's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had food from the cafeteria there. Not amazing food, but good food. And the desserts where awesome. Lemon Bars, Brownies, nomnomnomnom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, we stopped and got some Ice Cream from McDonalds. I looove Ice Cream. NomNomNom. While we ate, David took his Laptop out of his backpack (I need a laptop..) and we started typing up a story. Oh, and he tried to get Everybody Makes Mistakes and some other annoying song stuck in my head, but I got Light the Candles stuck in my head instead. Hah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, some time, I might go with David and his family to the Shed Aquarium in Chicago. That would be so epicly awesome! I've never been to an Aquarium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4019075450596740439?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4019075450596740439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4019075450596740439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4019075450596740439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4019075450596740439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-dia.html' title='Update - DIA'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7000433887741027910</id><published>2009-08-11T10:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:56:35.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of that story. Part one of chapter one.</title><content type='html'>"Did you kill the human scum?" Sungore asked, rapping his claws on the arm of his throne. His bright blondish gold glittered in the dull light of the Lord's Chamber. It wasn't a large building, only big enough for his throne, bed and table. Still, it was grander then any other building on Felinious land, it had walls without gaps and a roof made of wood, not grass. &lt;br /&gt;     "Yes sir, I mean, my lord!" My friend, Moonblood, stammered. I decided to help her out, being near her father always freaked her out.&lt;br /&gt;     "Yes, my lord, the humans won't be getting any information from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; spies." I said with a measured amount of respect. Sungore twitched his whiskers contemptuously, his golden tail swishing with ever-present irritation.  &lt;br /&gt;     "Good. Your next assignment is to go away. Go study or whatever you idiot students do. Lupo, whatever your name is, you can stay in the tribe. For now." Lord sungore growled. I nodded, then glanced at Moonblood meaningfully. We left the building.&lt;br /&gt;     It was dawn outside, the rising sun staining the dry, grassless ground red, like the blood of the sky spilled upon the ground. The clans land wasn't large, just a chunk of wastelands that the humans had rejected. Still, it worked as our home. A few Felinious -- the half cat residents of the Tribe -- where jumping out of the trees they slept in, talking to friends and organizing hunts. A mother Felinious with stunning white fur was herding two kits towards a tree, where they sat. All in all, it would have been a wonderful sight is all of the people weren't terribly skinny, so much that they seemed living skeletons with fur. The kits began crying, begging for food. &lt;br /&gt;     "Come on," I muttered to Moonblood, who was inspecting her claws. "Lets go to the Library and study. I want to learn why the humans are so savage." Moonblood nodded her white and black spotted head and we set off towards the library, weaving around starving elders with not enough strength to get up. &lt;br /&gt;     The library was the smallest of the buildings in our land, with just enough room for two shelves of old, yellow books and a bench. As soon as I entered, I heard a loud hiss and a black cat threw itself at me from where it had been sitting on top of a stack of books. Taken by surprise, I growled and swatted at it. The cat landed its back paws on my hand and pushed off, doing a flip before landing back on the books and arching its back.&lt;br /&gt;     "Hey Blueleaf." said Moonblood calmly. The cat seemed to relax when it saw her, jumping on to her furry shoulders and purring. &lt;br /&gt;     "Hi Moonblood." the cat said. I tried to stop from gaping, I really did. The cat looked at me and twitched its whiskers in amusement. &lt;br /&gt;     "Yes, I am an Origin Felinious. My name is Blueleaf. Nice to meet you, Lupis of the Canious tribe." she said. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;, I told myself, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you know Origins can read minds! Of course she knows your name.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     "So, what are you looking for today?" she asked, jumping gracefully back to her stack of books. Still shocked by seeing an Origin, I stammered my response. &lt;br /&gt;     "A history on, on humans." Blueleaf looked up at me, her tail strait up like an exclamation point. &lt;br /&gt;     "Ooo!" she exclaimed, jumping off the books and, when she landed, trotting towards one of the shelves of books. &lt;br /&gt;     "This shelf is all human history. Wars, diseases, famines, discoveries, all of that. Now, for you I would suggest..." Blueleaf stood up on her hind legs, putting her front paws on an old, thick book titled, "The Road to Glory, Humans and Why they Succeeded."&lt;br /&gt;     "Why they succeeded! I know that already, they just kill everything that gets in their way. I want to know what will make them fail!" I growled. Blueleaf dropped down to all fours and gave me a calculating look.&lt;br /&gt;     "Ah, but those are one and the same, are they not?" she asked. I opened my jaws to say something, then gave it up. It was no use, arguing with an Origin. They where always one step ahead. I leaned down and picked up the book, flipping it open to a random page. &lt;br /&gt;     "Many philosophers think that the human race is going to grow so advanced that eventually they will colonize other planets." I read aloud. Moonblood, who had been silent for a while, looked at me sideways and said, "Uh?". Shrugging my black furred shoulders, I sighed and replied, "I don't know what it means either. Oh well, thanks Blueleaf." The Origin, who had jumped back on to her stack of books, waved her tail in farewell as Moonblood and I left the building, wondering what to do next.  &lt;br /&gt;     "We could go hunting." suggested Moonblood. I shook my head, replying, "No, the humans no doubt realized that their scouts are dead and now have probably sent more troops. It's too risky to go out now." At first I was confused by the shocked, horrified expression on Moonblood's cat-like face. Then I realized what I was saying, and smacked myself in the muzzle. &lt;br /&gt;"Correction," I announced, "That sounds like a great idea! Lets go hunting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ya like it? It gets more exiting. This is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7000433887741027910?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7000433887741027910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7000433887741027910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7000433887741027910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7000433887741027910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-of-that-story-part-one-of-chapter.html' title='More of that story. Part one of chapter one.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-2922291337299949268</id><published>2009-08-05T09:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:01:34.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Story teaser</title><content type='html'>Part of another story. No title as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was the dead of night. The ever-present chirping of crickets seemed louder, sharper then usual. The only light was the glow of a campfire, its glow seemingly choked by the thick darkness. Silhouetted in front of it where two human solders, one pacing nervously and the other seeming relaxed. &lt;br /&gt;     "They're going to find us... and kill us!" muttered the pacing human, shaking his head. The other let out a snort of contempt.&lt;br /&gt;     "Don't be a coward. Those half-beast savages aren't smart enough to notice us here." The pacing man turned to him, appearing shocked. &lt;br /&gt;     "Won't notice us!? We're in the middle of their territory, with a blazing fire to mark us for death! They might be savages but they can see a fire in the dead of night, that's for sure!"&lt;br /&gt;     "Stop being so superstitious! Anyway, even if they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; see us, we could take down twenty of those ugly monsters each! Well, I could. You &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be able to take two, if you're lucky." the other human said, sneering.&lt;br /&gt;     "What! I could take four times as many as you!" shouted the other. A torrent of curses rushed from them as they argued -- neither of them noticed the slightest movement behind them.&lt;br /&gt;     The bushes rattled. The crickets stopped chirping. The humans stopped arguing and looked around, confused.&lt;br /&gt;     "What's going -" the nervous man turned a quick 360, stopping suddenly when he faced the bushes. The other man looked at him like he was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;     "What's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; with you?" he asked, and then froze as well. Two sets of glittering eyes starred at them, seeming to mock them. In the light of the fire, the humans could see the glittering green and icy blue eyes clearly.&lt;br /&gt;     "Moonblo-" and the night exploded in to roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd you like it? Please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm up at lake Huron 'till Friday. At the beach. It's beautiful up here! I will post pics to make you wish you where me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the calender and realized, out of a stroke of luck, we are getting the puppy on August 22. That's my birthday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also x2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In september we might go up to Macknac (sp?) island for a day or two. I always wanted to go up there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-2922291337299949268?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2922291337299949268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=2922291337299949268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2922291337299949268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2922291337299949268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-teaser.html' title='Story teaser'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-486870264883778828</id><published>2009-08-02T02:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:59:54.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Well. I don't have anything to talk about, but I want to post on my blog. So... Activating Filter System!&lt;br /&gt;*Filtering through: Past Few Days*&lt;br /&gt;*Even Mildly Interesting Files Found: 0*&lt;br /&gt;*Filtering through: Past Few Weeks*&lt;br /&gt;*Even Mildly Interesting Files Found: 1!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;*File Name: Going to the Breeder*&lt;br /&gt;*Error: Copy Found*&lt;br /&gt;*Filtering through: Future*&lt;br /&gt;*Even Mildly Interesting Files Found: 2!!!!!!!!!!11111one*&lt;br /&gt;*File Name(s): Birthday Coming! and Aion Coming Out Soon(ish)*&lt;br /&gt;*Activating Files*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a couple weeks, I will be 14. I know, right? I so totally... don't care! But oh well. On August 22, I will be 14.. Wish my good luck or I'll tear out your heart. I hope that we will go up north to my Grandparents house for my Birthday, it's always awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new game is coming out this September, Aion. A big part of it is that.. you have wings.. You can -fly-. I want wings! Apparently, you can only really fly in some places, and, at least at first, only for 60 seconds at a time. In no-fly zones, you can only glide for 60 seconds. Although it's not crappy gliding. It's actually pretty well done. And, along with flight, you can fight and you have mad skillz and all that. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it sounds pretty interesting. I want to play it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else not really interesting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all day playing Co-op Gears of War 2. That is a really fun game, I love the way you can saw someone apart with the chainsaw on your sword. With all the gore and stuff flying all over. /cackle. And I love cutting my way out of a giant, city-eating Worm with a chainsaw and flying out in a shower of blood, looking like I was painted red. And riding a huge monster, then saying to the Commander guy, "Hey, we stole a huge evil monster and we're riding it to --" and getting the answer "You WHAT?!" I mean really. What is there not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's 3:00 AM and I should probably go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Ah, maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-486870264883778828?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/486870264883778828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=486870264883778828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/486870264883778828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/486870264883778828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5930553124943907148</id><published>2009-07-25T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:30:59.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Breeder</title><content type='html'>Today, we (meaning Me, dad, mom and jerkatronic - I mean brother!) went to see a Golden Retriever Breeder somewhere in Detroit. The car ride took forever, Jerkatronic was being a Jerkatronic, and I was bored. The High Way was making me nervous. The passing was making me twitchy. Because of my gender, I was (and am) increasingly annoyed and irritated. We turned off the free way and in to a small, quiet suburb, far too small for the ranch I was thinking we where going to. We stopped in front of a very small blue house, walking in with another family that was looking for a dog. At the door, we where greeted by a friendly man who welcomed us and pushed a few happy goldens (golden retrievers) out of the way so we could all come in. The room was quite large, taken up mostly by 7 Goldens and about 8 tiny puppies. I was astounded that -none- of the dogs barked or jumped at us, simply wagging their tails and rubbing their heads in to our hands. Very friendly, laid back dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeder talked at us for a while, going over how she bred her dogs, what she looked for in her dogs, etc. Slightly boring, but good information. While she spoke, I contented myself by petting the dogs, who discovered quickly that if they wanted pets they should croud around me. At one point I was sitting on the floor with two old goldens, a mother golden, and the only male of the dogs, all trying to get pets at the same time. It was heaven. After she told us about the litter of puppies, she told us that they actually had two litters, one in a different room. We went in there and saw another litter of at least 9 pups. Where we in heaven? I think we where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Getting to the point of this so-far pointless post. After going over Puppy information, we (meaning Dad and Mom) decided that we where not going to take a chance and go to see other breeders. These dogs where amazing, they had no diseases in their bloodlines, and the puppies where still for sale. So. In two weeks, we are going to see which of the pups is best for us. Dad already decided that we needed another Male dog, and there are two males. And, two weeks after that, we are going to take home a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we brainstormed pet names. The Jerkatronic suggested Kirk, Scotty, and Arthas, all WoW and Star-Trek related names. We already have a cat named Spock, and the Jerkatronic -tried- to name Summer (other cat) 709 or whatever that girl in Star-trek is. Yes, I did hit him. Hard. Mom suggested Sam, Binky and Mort, all of which we turned down. I suggested Sky, Skypaw and Willow. Dad thought about it for a moment, first suggesting Fetch and then, after much thought, Echo. All of us liked Echo, just for the sound of it. Mom said that Echo was good because it was pretty. Dad liked the meaning of the word. Jerkatronic said it was fine and shut up, he was listening to the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for liking the name Echo? Simple. An echo is a sound that bounces back at you. A sound that regenerates. We just lost Jamie, and getting a puppy shows that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; bounced back from something hard. Just like an Echo, we bounced back form losing our dog and we are getting another. Starting again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too poetic for you? I thought so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SmtdNwqwaXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ha5sh9XjUAE/s1600-h/Jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SmtdNwqwaXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ha5sh9XjUAE/s320/Jamie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362482272298625394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5930553124943907148?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5930553124943907148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5930553124943907148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5930553124943907148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5930553124943907148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-to-breeder.html' title='Going to the Breeder'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SmtdNwqwaXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ha5sh9XjUAE/s72-c/Jamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8217196517763203878</id><published>2009-07-24T23:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:24:07.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A book.</title><content type='html'>I just read/finished a book about ten minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Buddha Boy, by Kathe Koja&lt;br /&gt;It's not that long, only 117 pages. But it's not a fairy tale or anything. It's really good.&lt;br /&gt;Not full of action or anything. But.. It's got a good moral to it. &lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Read it, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~We're all gods inside~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8217196517763203878?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8217196517763203878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8217196517763203878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8217196517763203878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8217196517763203878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/07/book.html' title='A book.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-1427616147696831326</id><published>2009-07-15T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:32:29.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of random story.</title><content type='html'>Prolog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Luna?” &lt;br /&gt; “Yeah?” &lt;br /&gt; “I think we, uh, died.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was my welcome to death. I don’t know what, or who, killed us, but now we where dead and we weren’t going back. I looked over to my best friend, Ayla or “Luna”, and gave her the “what now?” look. She around at the endless darkness, finally saying, “Well. We’re not in Heaven, thats for sure. But I thought Hell was all fiery and red, not just... black.” I was about to agree when a deep voice penetrated the darkness. &lt;br /&gt; “You’re not in Heaven, or in Hell, New Ones. You are in the Realm of Judgement.” If it hadn’t been so freaking scary I would have laughed at the name. Realm of Judgement? Really? &lt;br /&gt; “Make fun of the name and die. Again.” Ok. So the guy with the weird voice could read minds. That was just great. “You are here because you have been chosen. You will not be cast in to the pits of Hell like the other sinners. You two New Ones will take on jobs of great importance, treading in-between Heaven and Hell.” The voice continued. &lt;br /&gt; “Great,” I muttered to Luna. “Back to Earth for us.” &lt;br /&gt; “Actually, for once you are right, New One. Your new roles will take you back to your old world, Earth. But before I tell you your new roles, I will ask you both -- would you give up your relatively peaceful new lives to take these roles?” I looked at Luna, who looked up at me. I could tell she was just as torn up as I -- it sounded like a good deal, to get a little action in death. Of course, we could get the roles of Skeletal Horse Manure Collector or something crappy (Seriously, no pun intended) like that. &lt;br /&gt; “You might want to take in to account that if you decline, you will have your souls torn to shards and cast in to a pit of flaming tar.” Ok! That decided things. “Good,” purred the voice. “Then I will send you both to training. At the end of your training, you will be sent in to the field.” And with that, the darkness began to change to red stone and fire.&lt;br /&gt; “Wait! Tell us what our jobs are at least!” Shouted Luna in rage. I sighed. &lt;br /&gt; “Forget it, Luna. He, she, it’s not going to listen to us.” Looking around, I examined our surroundings. The ground was dark, hard red stone and sand. It stretched in to the distance, without any hills or mountains. The horizon was made up of plumes of fire, with red smoke making up the sky. Very red. Still, looking at it all, I realized it didn’t really scare me. At all. It didn’t scare Luna, either. She snorted a half laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.&lt;br /&gt; “Hey look, Lupis. The fire is 2-D.” She noted, pointing at a plume of very flat fire. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking worse and worse of whoever ruled this world, and I was going to voice my  opinion, but was cut off. Again. This time it was a burst of raging fire in front of us, which died down to reveal two bat-winged Demons. They looked like humans, but with glowing red eyes, wings, and grey skin. Very typical. One of them approached me, and one approached Luna. As one they nodded to us, then spoke in unison. &lt;br /&gt; “You are going to be taken to training. Come with us.” &lt;br /&gt; My response?&lt;br /&gt; “Hold on just a minute! Are our training in different areas? Will we train together or apart?” The demons didn’t seem to know how to answer that for a moment. &lt;br /&gt; “If you insist, you will train side by side at first.”&lt;br /&gt; “Last question. What are our jobs?” I asked. The demons exchanged a reluctant glance, then answered. &lt;br /&gt; “You, little New One,” the demon in front of me said, “Will be the Receptionist. You will decide what soul will go to Heaven and what soul will go to Hell.” The other demon looked at Luna. &lt;br /&gt; “You, little New one...” he paused for a moment. “You will be Death.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-1427616147696831326?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1427616147696831326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=1427616147696831326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/1427616147696831326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/1427616147696831326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-of-random-story.html' title='Part of random story.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-2185951710538211327</id><published>2009-07-13T13:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:29:10.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Well! That was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my mom's Flickr pictures and stumbled across the pictures of the Leopard Moths we have found.&lt;br /&gt;I love moths. Butterflies are boring and usually ugly, but moths... Perfection. So when I saw the Leopard Moth for the first time, I was astounded by its beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Slt1RbjH0EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2r7k2MEqEGA/s1600-h/Leopard+Moth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Slt1RbjH0EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2r7k2MEqEGA/s320/Leopard+Moth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358005124000632898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the Leopard Moth, I have seen one other kind of exotic moth, I cannot name or find a picture of it though. We raised them from caterpillars, I remember. If I recall correctly they where/are huge moths with rich brown coloration. Lovely! (Edit: The moths we raised where Cecropia Moths. Look them up, very pretty, and they have the strangest caterpillars! Like little circus animals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I add another rare, beautiful moth to the list. The Luna Moth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Slt2XYYnT0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/PMJr26PA7qE/s1600-h/Luna+Moth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Slt2XYYnT0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/PMJr26PA7qE/s320/Luna+Moth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358006325742096194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a living Luna Moth in my life. I didn't even know they lived here. How gorgeous is it? I love the green wings, the brown, the yellow.. And it was big, not huge, but it had a 3-inch wingspan I hazard to guess. I first saw it when going over to tell mom about her Flickr photos, and then looking at the window.. "LUNA MOTH! LUNA MOTH!" We all freaked and went outside to marvel at it and take a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of hidden beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. To counter that last part, as we watched the Luna Moth, I heard something rustling the leaves by my feet. I look down and see a huge Garder Snake chowing down on a equally huge toad. It was... interesting. Not exactly a hidden beauty. And adding on to that, I think I saw that toad yesterday, while working outside. Good thing I didn't get too attached to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-2185951710538211327?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2185951710538211327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=2185951710538211327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2185951710538211327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2185951710538211327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Slt1RbjH0EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2r7k2MEqEGA/s72-c/Leopard+Moth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-6959480415916858045</id><published>2009-07-05T01:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:04:17.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate is a very strange thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SlA-OvxHBaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A9WXTvtejMY/s1600-h/Blue+with+Garwal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SlA-OvxHBaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A9WXTvtejMY/s320/Blue+with+Garwal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354848380005057954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW post. Ignore if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things in this post. I'll start with one of the most exciting things -- &lt;a href="http://www.maniasarcania.com/2009/07/04/pet-worgen/"&gt;Tamable Worgen&lt;/a&gt;. Really, really awesome. I got one on both Rassaa, my Dwarf Huntress, and Bluefur, my Tauren Hunter. That picture above shows Bluefur and his new pet. Rassaa also has it, named Rhogar. The -best- pet in the game, and totally not supposed to be tamable. I love it. Strutting around in one of the cities, I got about twelve whispers about my Worgen pet. Alright, I'm a show off. But at least I was nice, actually two of the people wanted to invite me in to their guilds because, and I quote, "You're so leet." Bow before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. I've been playing Rassaa a lot, got her from level 75 to 76, nearly 77. Moved in to Sholizar Basin, I love the place. Funny thing, I was always worrying that I would find Loque'nahak, the rare spawn I sort of want and sort of don't, and not be able to tame him because I had my epic Worgen pet out.. But he is a -really- rare spawn. Really, really rare. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I was questing, incidentally right next to one of Loque's rez points, and I kept getting this weird feeling that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he was there.&lt;/span&gt; But I knew he couldn't be, because I camped him for months and never found him. But what the heck. Just a peek, I could just peek around to make sure he wasn't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SlBAaEz0YuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_g8fYoH41pA/s1600-h/Rassa..+and+Loque..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SlBAaEz0YuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_g8fYoH41pA/s320/Rassa..+and+Loque..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354850773655380706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is a very strange thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it wasn't as easy as abandon pet, set trap, tame. See, I had my worgen out at the time, and I was NOT abandoning my worgen. So that meant I had to run back to town, take a 1-minute flight path that seemed to take -forever-, put away my worgen, run back while freaking out that someone had probably found and tamed him by now, and then finally tamed him. And I admit, he is pretty epic. ( epic is my new word for awesome. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I wonder what horrible death I am going to die tomorrow, with all the good luck I am having today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-6959480415916858045?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6959480415916858045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=6959480415916858045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6959480415916858045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6959480415916858045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/07/fate-is-very-strange-thing.html' title='Fate is a very strange thing.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SlA-OvxHBaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A9WXTvtejMY/s72-c/Blue+with+Garwal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7754015251944561065</id><published>2009-06-14T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:33:37.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How long has it been?</title><content type='html'>*darkness, silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, Jo, turn on the power!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep, beep, BUZZZ CZZZK*&lt;br /&gt;*Flickering lights*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo! What's happening in there?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, Hue! It just went crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, try again! Turn on the backup lights, Al!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bzzzz.. BAM!*&lt;br /&gt;*Sparks, lights go wild, more sparks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT WAS THAT?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's exploding! Good gods, run!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SELF DESTRUCT IN 5...4...3...2...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JO! AL! RUN OUT! I'll try and turn it off!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hue, get out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I can.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CZZZZZZT, CRASH, BOOM, scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUE!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RUN!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Explosions, screaming, fire*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We made it! Poor Hue.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, look! Oh my gods, its.. its..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I guess my brain shut down or something. And now that it's summer vacation, it sort of died. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, took a really really long survey. Here are my "What Dungeons&amp;Dragons character are you?" results! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Am A:&lt;/b&gt; Neutral Good Human Druid/Ranger (1st/1st Level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ability Scores:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strength-&lt;/b&gt;15&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dexterity-&lt;/b&gt;13&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Constitution-&lt;/b&gt;12&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intelligence-&lt;/b&gt;13&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wisdom-&lt;/b&gt;16&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charisma-&lt;/b&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alignment:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neutral Good&lt;/b&gt; A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Race:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humans&lt;/b&gt; are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Primary Class:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Druids&lt;/b&gt; gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secondary Class:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rangers&lt;/b&gt; are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find out &lt;a href='http://www.easydamus.com/character.html' target='mt'&gt;What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?&lt;/a&gt;, courtesy of Easydamus &lt;a href='mailto:zybstrski@excite.com'&gt;(e-mail)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all I really have to say. We've been working on the veggie garden, a little. Not much. Almost not at all. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Our dog, Jamie, was put down. :-(&lt;br /&gt;We might get a new puppy! :-) &lt;br /&gt;It will take a long time to find a breeder that has said puppy. :-(&lt;br /&gt;That puppy will no doubt pee all over our rug. :-(&lt;br /&gt;That puppy might not like our other dog. :-(&lt;br /&gt;That puppy might not like our cats. :-(&lt;br /&gt;We might NOT go on that vacation to the grand canyon that we where planning. :-( :-( :-(&lt;br /&gt;Thats 8 :-( to 1 :-). Summer Vacation needs to step up a notch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's not really as bad as I'm making it sound. hope everyone else's vacation is going well?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SjVQEzdk2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WPdNvhwRWlc/s1600-h/P1130002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SjVQEzdk2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WPdNvhwRWlc/s320/P1130002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347268176036288802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow before my somewhat awesome skillz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7754015251944561065?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7754015251944561065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7754015251944561065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7754015251944561065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7754015251944561065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='How long has it been?'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SjVQEzdk2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/WPdNvhwRWlc/s72-c/P1130002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5472705044443990573</id><published>2009-05-20T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:45:59.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review - Left 4 Dead</title><content type='html'>First Thoughts: Oh great. Another modern-world game.&lt;br /&gt;OH #^&amp;*@ THATS A LOT OF ZOMBIES! *Random gunshots*&lt;br /&gt;That weird crying lady zombie is scaring the death out of me..&lt;br /&gt;OH #^&amp;*@ THATS A NASTY ZOMBIE LADY! *-more- random gunshots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story line - Zombie invasion. Get away from the zombie invasion. Thats all. In other words, no story line, but it doesn't need one to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay - Amazing. The whole game is excellently made, so the gameplay doesn't get boring. I found myself scared to move forward sometimes, wondering where that crying lady zombie (the Witch) was. Tons of zombies seem to randomly swarm you, although you can often hear them coming as they roar like the furies. There are several "special" enemies that you can actually define by the sound they make, for instance a really annoying, creepy crying is the sound of a Witch, who will look harmless until she leaps to her feet and charges you, screaming her head off. Then she tears your chest to shreds. I dread the sound of a crying witch, the sound is strangely freaky. Another monster can be identified by it's hacking cough, made by the Smoker, who will hide on the roof of a building or behind a rock and shoot its mega-long, spiky tongue at you and drag you towards it, strangling you at the same time. There is also the Hunter, which makes a screaming noise. Hunters leap at you from where they hide and, akin to the witch, tear your chest to shreds. The hardest of all the zombies is the Tank, a giant muscle-man who charges you, punches you across the world, and takes forever to kill. And finally there is the Boomer, a uber-fat man who makes disgusting belchy, barfy noises and then, yeah, barfs all over you. The problem with that is, Boomer Barf not only attracts hordes of zombies, but also makes your screen all green and drippy so you cannot see what you are shooting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound - Well done voiceovers, realistic gun noises, freaky zombie noises, subtly scary music. Everything is very well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics - Great graphics, very realistic, although some affects such as the Smoker's Tongue and the Boomer's barf could have been done better. Still, hard to complain. I usually don't like games with really realistic graphics, but this is an exception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls - Smooth and easy to use. It didn't take me long to figure out how to move around, jump, turn, switch weapons and everything else. The Controls aren't cumbersome and don't make things too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment - Very high, although I find myself unable to play for long periods of time. After a few levels, my nerves are shot. Also, it's best played with two players or more, solo is slightly less fun and it's not nearly as epic when you are simply saving a computer-controlled character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall rating - 9. This game rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5472705044443990573?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5472705044443990573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5472705044443990573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5472705044443990573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5472705044443990573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/05/review-left-4-dead.html' title='Review - Left 4 Dead'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-3819243286418059462</id><published>2009-04-12T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:02:16.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody that reads my blog will understand this. Feel free to skip it.</title><content type='html'>As the title says, this is not as much for the pleasure of my readers as it is for my well being. Or at least my minds well being. I must type!!!!111one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I have turned in to a geeky Roleplayer. I made a WoW character (Ok, I still play the game, but not as obsessively.) on a Role Playing realm, and after a interview that I didn't know was an interview, got invited to a Heavy RP guild, The Earthspear Tribe. Apparently they are famous for their Story Circle event, where a few guilds get together (and any random people that want to RP and listen to stories) and tell legends, stories of their history, etc. I joined the guild just in time to come to the Story Circle, and I loved it. In fact, I loved the interview too. They asked me about where my character, Luake, came from, and I basically winged it and thought up a quick story. Now that "quick story" is often referred to when we are talking, and I have expanded it in to a story. Perhaps some day I will tell a story at the Story Circle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I transfered one of my mains, Lightfur, to the RP realm. I plan to make him a "Blind Elder" sort of character, obviously he would be blind, and is old. (Duh!) Also, he has given up hating anything. Alliance, Centaur, other Tribes, Venture Co., he doesn't "hate" any of them. He is displeased with their actions, but he thinks that all living beings are children of the Earthmother and deserve to live. I plan to have him tell a story at the Story Circle about a Human and an Orc that saved each others lives, and in the end killed each other, the moral being that hating another being for what they are is... wrong. (Duh, again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wolfington the geekazoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-3819243286418059462?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3819243286418059462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=3819243286418059462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/3819243286418059462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/3819243286418059462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/04/nobody-that-reads-my-blog-will.html' title='Nobody that reads my blog will understand this. Feel free to skip it.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-129556670563327503</id><published>2009-03-05T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:39:14.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveiw - Mysims Kingdom</title><content type='html'>First Thoughts - Hey, my character is kinda... cute. &lt;br /&gt;This is kind of fun. I like.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, my "friend" is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline - Well, this deffinetely isn't Spiro. Hardly any story line. No villian, no big hero. Ah well, it's not a game that would be very well suited to a big story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay - The only big problem I ran in to while playing this game didn't relate to the game at all. It related to my bro coming in the playroom every 5 minutes to sing "retarded!" before laughing at the game and leaving. He's such a loser. Obviously he thought the game sucked, but thats coming from a 16 year old guy with an obsession over bloody games like "The Darkness" and a host of others. I think the game is fun, and most of the characters have a few jokes to tell that are surprisingly witty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound - Will these people shut up?! Seriously, they sound like a bunch of babies in a sandbox! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics - you have to hand it to the creators of this game, they made ME like the cute graphics. ME! They could rule the world with this power! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls - perfectely fine. No problems at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment - It was very fun for the first half of the game. However, in the end, building endless houses got boring and I started throwing all sorts of useless crap in to houses, where at one point I was taking my time and making pretty, beautiful houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Rating - 7 or 7.5    I would suggest it to anyone who really enjoys making tons of houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man, was this long in coming? Sorry its so late!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-129556670563327503?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/129556670563327503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=129556670563327503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/129556670563327503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/129556670563327503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/03/reveiw-mysims-kingdom.html' title='Reveiw - Mysims Kingdom'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7750362906449768647</id><published>2009-03-04T20:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:23:50.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick check up on me.</title><content type='html'>I hate essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least they aren't 3-5 pages long. My mom had to do a 3-5 page long essay EVERY WEEKEND. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I don't have my mom's teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... &lt;br /&gt;I've been playing random free online games. Found a fun one called Cabal Online. I think it's 95% good graphics and 5% game, though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I will be posting a review of Mysims Kingdom soon. Before I forget everything about it at least :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7750362906449768647?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7750362906449768647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7750362906449768647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7750362906449768647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7750362906449768647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-check-up-on-me.html' title='A quick check up on me.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8940197341046370551</id><published>2009-02-16T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:50:11.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Okami'/><title type='text'>Review - Okami</title><content type='html'>First thought - I'm a wolf? YAYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really COOL wolf!&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not attacking? Attack, attack darn it! *Swings Wii remote around wildly*&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the graphics are weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story line - The story is deep and entertaining. Most of the main characters have surprising secrets. There are a few parts that stray from the story, but I can live with that. Over all story is much longer than you would initially think, I figured I could beat the game in 2 days, took me 3 and a few sleepless nights. (Not really sleepless unless you think going to bed at 1 A.M. is sleepless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay - All of the areas are big and full of things to collect or do. However, too many bosses and too long boss fights get annoying after a while, but not game-braking. (Brother yelling about how "The game messed up" when he was playing like an idiot? Game Braking.) There are many unique powers you get during your adventure that add a lot to the game. Making lily pads on the water to get across long canals, slicing rocks and enemies in half, making coulombs of water and even creating bombs can all be done with your special "Celestial Paintbrush". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound - Great music, realistic dog (wolf) noises, no voiceovers to mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics - You could either say the graphics where A. Bad, or B. cool. I think they are cool, made to be Japanese Painting styled. Most enemies are a bit... odd... (the flying igloo with animal legs and a lantern tail for example) but fun to kill. Everything has a charm to it that is hard to dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls - ..........&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Well, the controls could be better. I often find myself rendered unable to attack because the controller is not responding. Sometimes I have to try several times before I can make a simple slash. The camera is often at angles that just don't help at all. However, I don't see how the game could be made for any other controller. You NEED to have a Wii controller to do all of the brushstrokes. (Also, when you run with the nunchuk stick directly forward, you go run forward but over time turn slightly to the right.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment - Very entertaining. Although surprisingly long, I never once got bored of the game. After my bro stops hogging the game, I will play it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall rating - 9. Very fun, great story line. Highly recommended for anyone who can live with control problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8940197341046370551?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8940197341046370551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8940197341046370551' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8940197341046370551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8940197341046370551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-okami.html' title='Review - Okami'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5981302740443849817</id><published>2009-02-12T22:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:14:30.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>Review - Spiro: Dawn of the Dragon</title><content type='html'>First Thoughts -- I CAN FLY!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;                                 I can't fly? What's with the flight system here?&lt;br /&gt;                                 I CAN fly. Or at least here I can, but not over there. ?&lt;br /&gt;                                 I can play as Cynder? YES!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                 Hey look, Hunter is back! He's been gone sense day... A long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story line -- although a little too cheesy, it's surprisingly attaching. Even my brother, who is very dark-toned and evil, liked it. However, some quests are illogical and idiotic, and some are obviously only in the game to fill up blank spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay -- Larger, more free levels then the past Spiro games, the breath types are improved and overall much cooler, and the flying bit is a huge plus. Also, Armor is available, and it actually shows up on your dragon (playing as a dragon is also a big plus) and gives nice bonus stats. The game can be played in 2 player co-op, I played along with my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound -- This is one part of the game I dislike. Even the voiceovers sound cheesy. Cynder sounds too girly, Spiro sounds like a  dork, Sparx sounds like a BIGGER dork and everyone else sounds stupid. However, the music is dramatic and inspiring, and it makes many levels what they are. (The music was taken form older games that didn't make good use of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics -- Classic Spiro cartoon. Obviously fantasy and not real, but good enough to keep you entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls -- Uses a Wii remote, not a good thing. Controls are sometimes erratic and unreliable. Camera is always at the wrong angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment -- although some parts are cheesy and/or illogical, this game is very entertaining and I would recommend it to &lt;br /&gt; anyone who pays attention to game story lines. However, extreme boredom will result from finishing the game as all other games will seem drama-less and dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all rating - 8.5 or 9. Some things could be changed, but the dramatic, climactic story makes up for almost all bugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5981302740443849817?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5981302740443849817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5981302740443849817' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5981302740443849817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5981302740443849817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-spiro-dawn-of-dragon.html' title='Review - Spiro: Dawn of the Dragon'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4230339973573406684</id><published>2009-02-12T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:30:53.476-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonic'/><title type='text'>Review - Sonic Unleashed</title><content type='html'>First thought -- Hey cool, Sonic is getting the snot beat out of him. He deserves it. &lt;br /&gt;                              Hey cool, he turned in to a (slightly) cool werewolf thing.&lt;br /&gt;                              .... .... .... &lt;br /&gt;                              Why are his arms stretching 400 miles? That looks idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;                              Is that annoying pesky rat-with-fairy-wings my sidekick?!?!?! *gouges eyes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline -- I don't know, I'm not going to torture myself by playing through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gameplay -- No hub. No finding the levels in a hub. No Chao. The levels are horrible. Everything is even more strait forward then &lt;br /&gt;                        Sonic Adventure Battle 2. You can ONLY play as Sonic, granted in some levels he is the stretchy-armed "Werehog" of                     &lt;br /&gt;                        doom. Those levels are 75% useless fights with ugly enemies, 24% stretching your ugly arms to grab poles and 1% &lt;br /&gt;                        fun. The levels as regular sonic are slightly more interesting, with the classic "run as fast as you can" base of game                &lt;br /&gt;                        play. Unfortunately, you need to collect rings to go anywhere near "fast" and its all very cheap and almost 2D. &lt;br /&gt;                        Bosses are frustrating and have to be fought while running on a strait path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound -- I don't know who did the voiceovers, but whoever did needs to have the snot beaten out of him. Sonic sounds like   &lt;br /&gt;                  more of an idiot then he really is, and thats hard. Chip, your sidekick, doesn't really help except when he flies in front&lt;br /&gt;                  of you, you often go faster, because you are tempted to strangle him. He is supposed to be cute and funny but all he&lt;br /&gt;                 does is tick you off with his infuriating voice.&lt;br /&gt;                  And then there's Eggman. At one point in time, he sounded good enough and I didn't get tempted to strangle him &lt;br /&gt;                  whenever I saw him. Whatever happened to those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics -- A bad attempt of good graphics. In other words, just plain horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls -- I used a Gamecube controller, but you can use Gameube, Wii/Nunchuck or Wii Classic. Overall controls are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment -- If you where lost in the desert with only this game to play for entertainment, you would rather entertain &lt;br /&gt;                                yourself by counting how many buzzards are waiting for a meal in the sky around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall rating - 10!!! No, just kidding, 5. Maybe 4.5. This game sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4230339973573406684?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4230339973573406684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4230339973573406684' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4230339973573406684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4230339973573406684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-sonic-unleashed.html' title='Review - Sonic Unleashed'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8847112419419504160</id><published>2009-02-08T08:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:55:12.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Huston, we have a problem.</title><content type='html'>I have stopped playing WoW as a lifestyle. I might pop on for a couple minutes, but the pure un-epicness of it is frusterating. I could save the world and the only person that will recognize me for it is that questgiver, and only for as long as that quest lasts. Then some other player will save the world too, and another, and another. Wait, I was the hero right? Nooo, you and all of these OTHER people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying WoW isn't fun. It just gets boring.(Edit.) Rejoice that I will not post about WoW. Maybe I will post game reviews of games I have recently played....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8847112419419504160?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8847112419419504160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8847112419419504160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8847112419419504160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8847112419419504160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/02/huston-we-have-problem.html' title='Huston, we have a problem.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-3432212101935561215</id><published>2009-01-11T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:26:21.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>One reason I post about World of Warcraft instead of Real Life;&lt;br /&gt;In World of Warcraft, a decision you might make at some point in time would be, "Should I fight my way in to the depths of this dungeon and reap the great rewards, or should I just skip the whole place and live without the rewards?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, a decision could be, "Do I like frozen peas better boiled or cooked in the microwave?"&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. Tonight at dinner time, THAT was a decision I made. (And by the way, I like my frozen peas boiled. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of random thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-3432212101935561215?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/3432212101935561215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=3432212101935561215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/3432212101935561215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/3432212101935561215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-6463973134207588374</id><published>2008-12-31T11:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:30:39.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightfur is 80 and flying</title><content type='html'>80. And in Epic flight form. Sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic flying is a must in Northerend. Travaling and doing quests is so much easier now that I don't have to fight my way in and out of every place I go. Now, leveling Vallrok (75 atm), I learned how much I miss flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know how I said I hated Loque'nahak? Well, the same thing happened with him that happened with Springpaw Stalkers. I used to hate them, now I love them. I am. SO. weird. So I think Vall is going to try and find that beast, and also level at the same time, because getting to 80 for him is a big objective. &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_spiritofkoosu.html"&gt;Crocoslime&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. All of my hunters are now BM. Survival is a great spec, but I can't stand having my pet always loose aggro! (And now I can tame just about anything. :-/)&lt;br /&gt;THats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-6463973134207588374?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6463973134207588374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=6463973134207588374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6463973134207588374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6463973134207588374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/12/lightfur-is-80-and-flying.html' title='Lightfur is 80 and flying'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-9041917534462081772</id><published>2008-12-06T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:28:24.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rassaa 70</title><content type='html'>Rassaa has hit level 70!&lt;br /&gt;My bro was racing me on his DK, but I wasn't really racing HIM. I was taking my time leveling through SMV and, suprisingly, Netherstorm. As I neered 70, the bro got a bit more desperete to level and was grinding away on random mobs. I took my sweet time doing some fun little quests and leveling my pets, and what do you know... Ding! The bro starts swearing at me and I start grinning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I got a really nice Gryphon, (I never knew how much I would love Gryphens.. *beam of light strikes down on one with a holy noise*) and moved to Northerend pretty much imedietly. Borean Tundra is great, and I got nearly two stacks of Cobalt in a couple of hours of questing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way I was in Stormwind, and I saw someone with that new pet, Loque'nahak. Now, I never really wanted the beast, but liked the way it looked, or so I thought... &lt;br /&gt;No offence to anyone who likes the beasts looks, but I think it's just about the ugliest thing sense Rhinos. It's skin is too tight on it's body, it's back legs are too thin, head's too large, tail too long... I can go on and on. In my taste, Snow Leopards beat Loque'nahak. [EDIT] I now like how Loque'nahak looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That's one pet off my tame list. (I was never going to tame him anyway.. He's EXOTIC. Grrr.) Enough ranting yet? I'll leave you with a pretty pic, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STr30loIt9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9LDUfFcQNmY/s1600-h/Rassaa70.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STr30loIt9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9LDUfFcQNmY/s320/Rassaa70.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276802396243670994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-9041917534462081772?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/9041917534462081772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=9041917534462081772' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/9041917534462081772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/9041917534462081772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/12/rassaa-70.html' title='Rassaa 70'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STr30loIt9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9LDUfFcQNmY/s72-c/Rassaa70.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8275115483511060529</id><published>2008-12-02T11:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:49:48.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a cold.</title><content type='html'>Thats pretty much the sum of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cough /hack /cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Rassaa is level 68 almost 69. Skipped Blades Edge, most of Nagrand, Netherstorm will probubly go untouched. Working on making some awesome epic goggles, I only need a couple more Eternium Ore!&lt;br /&gt;And finely, I am thinking about making WoW lol cats, but I'm not all that funny, so its up to anyone who is funny to think up puns and all that. The fjords, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;(That was a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference. Laugh.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8275115483511060529?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8275115483511060529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8275115483511060529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8275115483511060529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8275115483511060529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-cold.html' title='I have a cold.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7154510984300359994</id><published>2008-11-28T17:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:08:23.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News update</title><content type='html'>News on my characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News #1 - New character - Deadfur the DK&lt;br /&gt;Started him on the first day of Wrath. Not my favorite class, but fun none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB2noHnNPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x_iYTnsEkWY/s1600-h/Deadfur_111308_194044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB2noHnNPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x_iYTnsEkWY/s320/Deadfur_111308_194044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273845586807174386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News #2 - Lightfur&lt;br /&gt;Got Lightfur to level 74. Borean Tundra is awesome, Dragonblight is awesomer. Frozen Herb ftw! Epic FLight Form FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB3S5KBEMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zG27Ou-oUz4/s1600-h/Lightfur_111508_133439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB3S5KBEMI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zG27Ou-oUz4/s320/Lightfur_111508_133439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273846330115035330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News #3 - Talonheart&lt;br /&gt;Level 31! Got a mount, now looking for a place to level :-/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB4TgjPSYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rGJd08wSytw/s1600-h/Talonheartmount_112308_081309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB4TgjPSYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rGJd08wSytw/s320/Talonheartmount_112308_081309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273847440201435522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finaly, News #4 - Rassaa&lt;br /&gt;Nightsaber!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB5Nk5z15I/AAAAAAAAAF0/JkoFNdRIFW8/s1600-h/Rassaacatmount_112808_174039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB5Nk5z15I/AAAAAAAAAF0/JkoFNdRIFW8/s320/Rassaacatmount_112808_174039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273848437802260370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7154510984300359994?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7154510984300359994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7154510984300359994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7154510984300359994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7154510984300359994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/11/news-update.html' title='News update'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/STB2noHnNPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/x_iYTnsEkWY/s72-c/Deadfur_111308_194044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-2210934233432894558</id><published>2008-11-28T11:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:39:16.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightfur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Treason Alert!</title><content type='html'>The king of Stormwind is an unforgiving loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While finishing up Dragonblight on Lightfur, I got a pretty epic chain that ended up with me following Thrall, Zul'Jin (or whatever his name is) and Lady Sylvannis into a now-hostile Undercity. I was buffed in to oblivion and, in essence, made invinceble. The whole quest-event was kill, kill, move up a bit, kill, kill boss, repeat. Eventualy we got to the Royal Quarter and killed the big boss, Velatheris (whats his name, that big demon guy that stands next to Sylvannis.). I was expecting to complete the quest, get my rewards, and be on my way, but nooo.&lt;br /&gt;Vorian had to show up with a couple guards. Great. He made a big "I hate you all burn in Hellfire" speach, proclaiming himself the biggest loser in all of WoW, and attacked us. The cheek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Jinia Proudmore showe up and teleported the Allience guards away, (I'm sure we could have killed them anyway...)and Thrall had a big emo-attack. /sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]: Vorian should be thrown in the Stockades for attempting to create war that both the Allience and the Horde cannot afford, with the Lich King closing in on them and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is -- Rassaa is getting a nightsaber. Vorian, and Stormwind, is to annoying to be exlated with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-2210934233432894558?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2210934233432894558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=2210934233432894558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2210934233432894558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2210934233432894558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/11/treason-alert.html' title='Treason Alert!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5936167586718800444</id><published>2008-11-16T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:29:40.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Ok, thats one problem fixed...</title><content type='html'>My characters are no longer deaf! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, Borean Tundra has the worst General chat in the history of WoW kind. I know that you can turn off general chat, but I don't like missing the LFG's and the ever so rare, and wonderfull, "Portal: Dalaran, last chance!" mages. So I'm stuck listening to the endless "WTF THSI QUEST IS BUGGED!" "How do I do Springing the Trap?" "(Enter stuped/obvious question here)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad in Dragonblight, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lightfur is level 72, and Epic Flight form is very welcome. Vallrok is still 70, but he now has a white saberwolf named Brokenmaw (fitting, don't you think?) and is having a interesting time taming every beast in sight. &lt;br /&gt;Bluefur and Rassaa are dorment for a while, mostly because Cenerion Circle is more packed than Aerie Peak. (you would think that the quiet, low-RP realm would be LOW traffic, but noo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do now is get Vall to 75, so he can get a &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_vargulblighthound.html"&gt;Vargul Blighthound&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5936167586718800444?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5936167586718800444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5936167586718800444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5936167586718800444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5936167586718800444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-thats-one-problem-fixed.html' title='Ok, thats one problem fixed...'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8781492753834343587</id><published>2008-11-08T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:50:27.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>How did this happen?</title><content type='html'>My character, Vallrok, is deaf. (And so are all of my others.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed when I was doing some dailies and a hunter with a cute little pet came running by. I /pat'ed it, and it didn't do anything. I tried again. No luck. I tried telling the guild, but my chat didn't show up on my screen. I looked at Crekit's (my bro) screen, and my chat was showing up there.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My character(s) are deaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8781492753834343587?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8781492753834343587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8781492753834343587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8781492753834343587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8781492753834343587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How did this happen?'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5259304276708840100</id><published>2008-11-04T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:44:55.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Training your pet = Patch 3.0</title><content type='html'>Last time I posted about pet training, it was about pet skills and training points. No more! Now there is a new, easier way to do it. Talent Trees!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     First things first, your pet no longer has training points. Instead, over the levels, your pet gets Talent Points just like you do. Unfortunately, I have no idea at what levels your pet gets training points at :-P [Edit]: your pet gets points at level 20, and every four levels after that. Anyway, to train your pet, simply go to your Talent window WITH YOUR PET OUT and click on the little tab that has your pets portrait. It will show a talent tree, either Cunning (PvP) Tenacity (Tanking) or Ferocity (DPS). Each pet family is assigned to one tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It's pretty obvious what you do from there. And don't worry, putting points in your pets talent tree doesn't subtract from YOUR talent points! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. I don't even have to put in pets in this post -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5259304276708840100?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5259304276708840100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5259304276708840100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5259304276708840100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5259304276708840100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/11/training-your-pet-patch-30.html' title='Training your pet = Patch 3.0'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7450629069487450861</id><published>2008-09-25T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:04:06.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool! and not so cool.</title><content type='html'>A bunch of the peoples in my school have blogs! Uber! But they don't play WoW, although that may not be a bad thing O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, the family got into a rather... intense... argument about my dad playing WoW to much. Um, not cool?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I resent WoW. But life isn't always perfect, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cough, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7450629069487450861?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7450629069487450861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7450629069487450861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7450629069487450861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7450629069487450861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/09/cool.html' title='Cool! and not so cool.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4108361778000827325</id><published>2008-09-25T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:06:40.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o</title><content type='html'>I want a &lt;a href="http://www.berkeleybionics.com/Unrestricted/HULC.html"&gt;hulc&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT - I also want a &lt;a href="http://support.sony-europe.com/aibo/"&gt;Aibo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4108361778000827325?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4108361778000827325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4108361778000827325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4108361778000827325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4108361778000827325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/09/oo.html' title='O.o'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8595561522658242674</id><published>2008-09-21T14:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:30:28.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RP'/><title type='text'>Bluefur's background</title><content type='html'>Bluefur was very young when his father, a Taunka fisherman, took him and the family pet, a grayish gorilla and her snow white son, out in the boat. It was a pleasure ride, skimming soundlessly across the water and watching the fish jump in the early morning sun. The young Bluefur was great friends with the little white gorilla, and they stuck together in the boat, every so often touching a finger into the icy water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Suddenly a thick fog shrouded the water. Bluefur's father stopped the boat and sat silent, calm but alert. But nothing is alert enough to spot the bone-like horn and fin of an approaching threshadon, and the old Taunka was no exception. Only when it was too late did he notice the giant head and long neck of the beast and it rammed the boat, causing it to sway violently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The grey mother gorilla snatched up her son and Bluefur, then jumped into the freezing waters. The taunka fisherman was quickly killed by the threshadon, but it had no interest in eating the body. It disappeared into the depths of the ocean and swam silently away, leaving the gorilla and her helpless burdens alone. She set a strong pace and started swimming southeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Twelve hours later the shivering, gasping mother gorilla dragged herself onto the orange shores of Durotar. She still carried two near-dead younglings, and the need to get them to safety was stronger than her need to rest. She struggled over the burning orange sands, fending off raptors and scorpids with desperate aggression. Finely she collapsed outside the gates of Orgrimmar, gasped once, and died. A guard found the body of the gorilla and, after a bit of searching, Bluefur and his young friend. They had moved out of the scorching sun and into the shade of a large orange rock, too young to look for help and too weak to move any farther. The guard knew that the younglings would soon die in the heat, so he carefully picked them up and took them to the Orphanage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When Bluefur was old enough, he set off into the world to find a purpose. His "brother", named Utara, followed him at his side. That purpose was found when he heard of a land called Northerend, and about the Tuanka people that lived there. He fealt strangly drawn to the Tauren-like people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bluefur actauly got Utara -Uhk'loc- at level 70. But thats not how I'm going to remember it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8595561522658242674?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8595561522658242674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8595561522658242674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8595561522658242674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8595561522658242674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/09/bluefurs-background.html' title='Bluefur&apos;s background'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4264235615393526840</id><published>2008-09-04T06:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:40:43.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A usefull (maybe) post</title><content type='html'>So lets say you are a level 51 hunter with a similarly leveled pet Bear, Kola. He's been at your side since level 11 and you would never THINK about letting him go, but you've noticed that he doesn't hold aggro very well any more. This bothers you, because you think the only way to get him better is to tame a different pet. The thought is pushed to the back of your mind, that is until some other hunter uses Beast Lore on Kola, then calls you a noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Keep Kola as is and ignore the people that call you names.&lt;br /&gt;B. Abandon Kola, or stuff him in the stable, and tame a new pet. &lt;br /&gt;C. Ask for help from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;D. Get super mad and delete the character, moving on to play a Paladin.&lt;br /&gt;E. Train your pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer -- E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh????" you may be asking. "How do I do that?" Well, you know back at level 10 when you had just tamed your first pet and it kept running away 'cause it was hungry? Well, in doing the quest to get Feed Pet you also get Beast Training. Most likely you have used it before, maybe training Kola growl or Great Stamina. Well, that beast training GETS MORE SKILLS when you go out and tame new animals that have higher level skills. Let me run you through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you use Beast Lore on a wild beast of the tamable sort, you'll probably see something like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diseased Bear&lt;br /&gt;level 51 beast&lt;br /&gt;100-155 damage&lt;br /&gt;2427 health&lt;br /&gt;Diet: meat, fruit, cheese, fungus,&lt;br /&gt;bread, fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tamed skills&lt;/strong&gt; claw rank 7&lt;br /&gt;(note: the amounts of health/armor, plus the skill it has, are not correct. Sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the &lt;strong&gt;tamed skills&lt;/strong&gt; part? When you tame that beast, it will have said skill. If you fight with that pet for a little while, letting it USE that skill, eventually you will see something like &lt;strong&gt;"(your name) has learned Claw (rank 7) (or other)!"&lt;/strong&gt; in the chat log. That means that next time you go into the Beast Training menu, you will see Claw (rank 7) as an option. Woohoo! Now you can let Smelly the bear run free, unless you like him, and go get dear old Kola out of the stables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what to do. Use some of the training points that have been building up over the many adventures and train Claw (rank 7) to Kola. This will most likely increase his aggro by a ton. Job well done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that there are more skills then just Claw. Maybe you want Kola to focus more on Growl. If thats the case, then think about getting Bite. It has a longer cooldown and does pretty good damage, plus it doesn't use all the focus that Growl depends on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note again that you do not have to have a bear named Kola. That's just an example of a pet a hunter might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that you know about training skills to your pet, maybe you want to know more about training points. (don't worry, this will be quick. Maybe. /grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to get training points; &lt;br /&gt;Loyalty levels,&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Leveling up your pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you got your pet at a reletively low level, then near all training points will come from levels. Every level up for your pet gets him/her a few more training points. Squiggles the boar, gotten at level 5, will have ~3-4 hundred training points at level 70 if she is never trained anything. She will get very few points from Loyalty levels, as there are so many levels ahead of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets say HereThere the Warpstalker is level 70 already when you tame him. Now what??? He can't get any training points from levels! But thats where Loyalty comes in. At loyalty level 1, it's highly likely that HereThere has negative training points. This does not mean that you did something wrong! If a pet has negative training points, DON'T WORRY. This is just Blizzard's way of getting it to balance out when you get to loyalty level 6.&lt;br /&gt;When HereThere increases in loyalty, you'll notice he gains ~60 training points! This is because the points he can't get from leveling, he gets from loyalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it now? SOrry if I did a terrible job of explaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you where wondering...)&lt;br /&gt;     Kola  -  Mangeclaw&lt;br /&gt;   Smelly  -  Diseased Bear&lt;br /&gt; Squiggles -  Bristleback Battleboar&lt;br /&gt; Herethere -  Blackwind Warp Chaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but in a month or so all this will change to be talant tree's for your pet. I'll just have to post again &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4264235615393526840?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4264235615393526840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4264235615393526840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4264235615393526840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4264235615393526840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/09/usefull-maybe-post.html' title='A usefull (maybe) post'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4798628214023856316</id><published>2008-09-02T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:31:44.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Spock is an insanacat.</title><content type='html'>As any reader of mine might now, I have a cat named Spock. We got him from a rescue shelter, and his black-tabby charm got him a new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the cat has had this pass-time hobby of jumping onto the counter and knocking everything off the counter. For a while, he had seemed to have forgotten about his uncanny ability because of Summer, our orange/white cat. She starting playing with him, and instead of the loud, annoying crashes of things falling on the floor, we would hear the louder, more annoying "CATHUMP CATHUMP CATHUMP" of two cats thundering around the house (and, you know how cats are supposed to be quiet and stealthy? Hmph, yeah right..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I got home from school, I sat down with a bunch of grapes and tossed one at the cat, who was sitting on the counter reaching towards some milk. Instead of jumping off the counter, though, he just stopped reaeching towards the milk and pawed at the tiny grape. It rolled around a bit, and he found that immensely interesting. He pawed some more - his usual, 'if I touch it too hard I will get killed' paw - and it rolled more. He continued to do this until it rolled onto the floor, falling on our dogs nose, who quickly ate it. Spock was aghast! He couldn't BELIEVE it fell! He padded over to a little white med container and pawed, knocking IT over the edge. Crash! He was amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only mean one thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spock has regained his uncanny ability to knock things over edges, then look utterly stunned and innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4798628214023856316?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4798628214023856316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4798628214023856316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4798628214023856316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4798628214023856316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/09/spock-is-insanacat.html' title='Spock is an insanacat.'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7802456998867111717</id><published>2008-08-13T00:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:10:07.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>A lot of things packed into one post</title><content type='html'>Ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Rassaa is level 61. She has a white armored horse now, although I am thinking about getting her a Nightsaber mount. After all, I am already revered with the Night Elves. So, here's Rassaa riding her horse, Lightforge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJpMynrwaI/AAAAAAAAADU/D1BzuLcvVGM/s1600-h/rassaa60.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJpMynrwaI/AAAAAAAAADU/D1BzuLcvVGM/s320/rassaa60.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233861385425502626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the reason Rassaa is *only* 61 is because I have been leveling two other characters. Say hello to Talonheart the night elf druid and Harasori the draenie hunter! Talonheart is level 21 as of now, and Harasori is 16. (note that Harasori is on the Moon Guard server, a major RP server.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJr8qzGVRI/AAAAAAAAADc/pMAV5dU6KCY/s1600-h/Harasori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJr8qzGVRI/AAAAAAAAADc/pMAV5dU6KCY/s320/Harasori.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233864406982874386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJsXWoUQHI/AAAAAAAAADs/kPTcPRtiDJI/s1600-h/Talonheart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJsXWoUQHI/AAAAAAAAADs/kPTcPRtiDJI/s320/Talonheart.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233864865425408114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finely, I WILL be posting more RP story. I'm jut lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7802456998867111717?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7802456998867111717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7802456998867111717' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7802456998867111717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7802456998867111717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/08/lot-of-things-packed-into-one-post.html' title='A lot of things packed into one post'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SKJpMynrwaI/AAAAAAAAADU/D1BzuLcvVGM/s72-c/rassaa60.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-6917441153762791842</id><published>2008-07-20T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T15:19:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rassaa gets a horse!</title><content type='html'>At 55-almost-56, Rassaa took some time away from leveling to get Stormwind reputation. I had done most of the Elwyn quests, all of the Westfall quests, and all of the Redrige quests, that I knew of. I therefor only had two places left -- Stormwind City itself, and Duskwood. (Actualy, I thought Duskwood was a Night Elf place, not a Human place.) I spent a few days there, doing the countless lame-storied quests, and the few but fun creepy, high-story quests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while, but I did finish all the quests I could find in Duskwood. I was at about 10k/21k rep when I started, and I ended up with 17k/21k. I headed over to Stormwind to find more. I found a couple, but only enough to get me up to 19k/21k, curse it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to Elwyn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speant a while running around on my ram, looking for quests. I found a couple at an old farm, and in desperation did them all. I still didn't have enough, infact, I was only 500 rep away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a quest in The Blue Recluse, however, and finished it. DING! DING! DING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres me on my beautiful black stallion, doubed Darkiron. Later he will molt into a white coat, and will be renamed Lightforge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SIOPnvqtRfI/AAAAAAAAADM/UEZEIA8Atnk/s1600-h/horse2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SIOPnvqtRfI/AAAAAAAAADM/UEZEIA8Atnk/s320/horse2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225177905653171698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and if your wondering how I got rep so fast, quests reward 500 rep sometimes. And, I'm 57.5 right now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-6917441153762791842?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6917441153762791842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=6917441153762791842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6917441153762791842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6917441153762791842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/07/rassaa-gets-horse.html' title='Rassaa gets a horse!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SIOPnvqtRfI/AAAAAAAAADM/UEZEIA8Atnk/s72-c/horse2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-522287090906157247</id><published>2008-07-17T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:08:07.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RP'/><title type='text'>RP story p.1</title><content type='html'>This is a RP story. Just wanted to warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Snow drifted slowly to the ground and clung to the hair of the young dwarf who was crouched down beside a fir tree. She was cloithed in an assortment of leathers, on her head she whore the skinned head of a bear. I rose and flitted past the tree and, running low and silent, over a long distence of snow-covered feild. I knew that the probubility of someone finding me out here was slim, but the thrill of the hunt kept my heart pounding hard and my body low to the ground. I skidded to a stop at the edge of a frozen lake. Snow that had frozen to the ice gave traction, but I knew better than to keep running over it. After a few deep breathes, I removed a small spy-glass from my belt and peered through. Scanning over the lake's frozen surface, I cought sight of a far-off glow. I fiddled with the knobs on the spy-glass to zoom in, keeping my gaze on the light. &lt;br /&gt;     The strong figure of my master apeared next to the light. I scowled at her elven trainers comfort out on the frozen terrain, settled on a fur with a campfire and a full supply of foods, but pushed it aside. I had other things to worry about. Slipping the spy-glass back into my belt, I glanced around more than once to make sure no wild beasts where watching me. Or, even worse, my masters pet panther. If Arda cought wind of me, she would return to her master and report my location. But no beasts where around. Taking a deep breath, I ran hard and low over the lakes frozen water. The island in the middle was my target. &lt;br /&gt;     An arrow landed infront of me. Sighing, I stood errect of looked towards the campfire, but saw no trainer. I looked the other way, and there he was. He was only a hundred feet away, although in the dull evening light he was hardly visable. He walked towards me and smiled slightly, a warm look that always made me a bit calmer. &lt;br /&gt;"Almost made it this time, young one." he said casualy. I sighed again and pulled the arrow out of the ice and returned it to my master's waiting hand. &lt;br /&gt;"I won't ask how you went across the lake the long way in ten minutes without making any noise or being at all visable." I said with just a hint of humer. my master smiled again. &lt;br /&gt;"I have my ways." He whistled sharply and Arda, his panther, apeared suddenly at his side. &lt;br /&gt;"Do you get it from her or does she get it from you?" I asked. My master appeared comfused. "Er, the silence and the speed, I mean." &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's from both of us. We learn from each other, as do you and I." he said. I nodded. He started off back to his camp, where the fire's light still gleamed. I followed him, carefull not to bother Arda. I knew of her slightly irritable attitude all to well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ to be continued ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-522287090906157247?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/522287090906157247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=522287090906157247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/522287090906157247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/522287090906157247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/07/rp-story-p1.html' title='RP story p.1'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7965051799648693468</id><published>2008-07-11T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:08:48.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Mid-summer Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not WoW related! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/cough /cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the middle of July. The sun is shinning, I have minimal work to do, and Rassaa is beckoning me. The Vegetable Garden is full and green, with new Squash being picked every day. Suger Snap Cuccumber with Rice Viniger, yellow Squash with mushrooms, fried and eaten with pasta, the anticipation of Tomatoes(fun to pick, not to eat), beans, corn and potatoes.. Sounds great, doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mid-Summer Stress (MSS) is ruening it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, I hear you saying, "MSS isn't real, summer is all about the relaxation of having nothing to do!" but ah, there ARE things to do! Clean the house, Clean the pool, chemicalize the pool, fill the pool, organize friend meetings, write in the stuped journal that you where assigned to write 20+ entries, half a page minimal, of... Even organizing vecations, the most stress-less things, causes MSS. Will we go up north next week? Maybe next month? And then there are summer camps. Will the boy, my bro, get driving lessons this month? Or this FALL? Should I go to I-life camp again? Should I go to fencing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this MSS is driving me up the wall! /pout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7965051799648693468?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7965051799648693468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7965051799648693468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7965051799648693468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7965051799648693468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/07/mid-summer-stress.html' title='Mid-summer Stress'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8050305093728862063</id><published>2008-07-06T21:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:56:02.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sprite Darter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zul&apos;Farrak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Rassaa fifty(one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SHGB3yDwrgI/AAAAAAAAADE/NcGZM8O312M/s1600-h/rassaa50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SHGB3yDwrgI/AAAAAAAAADE/NcGZM8O312M/s320/rassaa50.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220096238429449730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I got Rassaa to fifty the other day. The day started as 47. I did a couple quests in Tanaris, getting to 47.5. I headed back to Gadgetzan, and put Sargeant in the Stable and took out.. Cat the lynx (40). Then I found a good, comfortable spot in the Gadgetzan Inn, and started LFG'ing ZF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I found a group(wow!), with a Warr, Rogue, Pally &amp; Priest. It started fine - we pulled, we killed, it worked fine, but then.. The Pally and the Rogue got in a fight. I hung to the side, hoping it would settle, but it didn't. THe preist let the Rogue die, and the ROgue left group. We had to go get another person, but nobody came. The Priest finaly just got on his 70 Hunter and gave the rest of us a run. It worked well, we where fine, I leveled to 49 and the Lynx got to level 44. When I turned in my quests, I was *almost* 50.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     The next time I logged on, I found a group looking for someone with the Mallet of Zul'Farrak. Even though I had finished all of my quests, I wanted to level my lynx more.. I got into the group, a run with a Warr, Priest and a 67 Hunter. It went well, again, and I got into a guild! Socious Sempiterna, a dungeon-loving, happy guild. Aanyhow, I leveled to 50.5 and Lynx got to 47. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Don't ask me why, but the thought of Sprite Darter Mini-pets sprung into my mind. I looked it up. I found the questgiver, and easily did the 8-part chain. And I have... AN adorable Sprite Darter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt; I named my Lynx, who is male, &lt;strong&gt;Tinder&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8050305093728862063?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8050305093728862063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8050305093728862063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8050305093728862063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8050305093728862063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/07/rassaa-fiftyone.html' title='Rassaa fifty(one)'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SHGB3yDwrgI/AAAAAAAAADE/NcGZM8O312M/s72-c/rassaa50.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-194675243039474937</id><published>2008-07-04T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:55:32.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>____ fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you enjoy and celebrate this holiday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy fourth of July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the fireworks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personaly, I enjoy the holiday, and heck, getting out of the house and outside is great. Having pretty fireworks to watch? Sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This night, the musquitoes where deathly. So lucky that I had the secrate weapon.. A hoodie! I hardly gotbit, although one little bug attempted a mission... Up my nazel cavity. Eww.. Snort...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fireworks didn't start for a reaaly long time. For that time I paced like a tiger, watching random houses putting out sparklers and those little ground fireworks. /cough /cough /cough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In WoW -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sample goblits, or whatever they are called, give +20 stam as a buff. It's nice on pets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaanyway, enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219372764108926898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SG7v4CMPr7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/R9wbaTTidmw/s320/WoWScrnShot_070408_231324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-194675243039474937?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/194675243039474937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=194675243039474937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/194675243039474937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/194675243039474937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='____ fourth of July!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SG7v4CMPr7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/R9wbaTTidmw/s72-c/WoWScrnShot_070408_231324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5899949123673693233</id><published>2008-06-26T22:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:20:07.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='70'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Bluefur 70!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I got Bluefur to 70!&lt;br /&gt;Like, AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;*cough* sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was spazz-questing, doing every easy-ish quest out in Netherstorm with Absumo, watching my xp bar slooowly creap up and up. I also did one of my favorite quest chains, the one that starts with taking back crates from the blood elves and giving them to the Nexus-prince? And then you find triangulation points, then kill a push-over 70 elite and get a god-power giving crystel? (that you cant use to get super powers, stinkO) Anyway, at the end of the chain the Nexus prince tells you to give the Uber-powerful rock to some floating jigsaw-puzzle in Shattrath, which is basicaly a god already... And there are no hunter rewards. But still, hey, its fun. And, after that chain, you get quest from A'dal to go to Temp/bot or something like that, and you get more lame gear and a Mech Key. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I got off-topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hit 70, I headed out to Terrokar, and started running. Why? Because I have never laid a foot in Shadowmoon on this char. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Absumo came and was an audience for me. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Heres me on Night the Blue Windrider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564849403333042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SG-ek3rNCbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1J2dK_wJ0nc/s320/WoWScrnShot_062608_212507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5899949123673693233?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5899949123673693233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5899949123673693233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5899949123673693233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5899949123673693233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/06/bluefur-70.html' title='Bluefur 70!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SG-ek3rNCbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1J2dK_wJ0nc/s72-c/WoWScrnShot_062608_212507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-2291780422637429975</id><published>2008-06-18T12:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:18:58.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Oh god I'm lazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whats wrong with me?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't seem to lift my lazy butt off the chair and blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Oops, sorry, lets try that again...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Breathes out slowly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been playing Rassaa a bit, she is level 45 (Oooo, so much higher than my last post when I was 40! What was that, a month aggo?) and she have been mostly using Sarge as her pet. She rather gave up on getting a horse for now, Branzeback is a nice ram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last night, I think I got to tired and went a little insane. I decided to get Rassaa a level 7 Springpaw Lynx. *Cookoo noises* Unduanted, and a but crazy, she rode a Gryphon and went to Southshore. She stabled her beloved Sarge and grabbed a random crab for a guardien, and then mounted her trusty ram. Then she rode off through Hillsbrad and Silverpine, not bothered at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once she reached Tristfall, my plan was made -- run into the Ruins of Loreron and use the Teleporter to tele into the middle of Silvermoon, then die and spirit rez at the graveyard. Easy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, not really. I ran into UC, got flagged of coarse, and hurridly ran up to the teleporter. Uh oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, turns out that Allience can't use the teleporter. Now what? (I noticed a little later that even if I had, I wouldn't have rezzed at the nearby graveyards, they are, I beleve, hord only.) I would have to take the normal path -- through the Plaguelands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As she nervously entered the Western Plaguelands, Rassaa noticed that most of the animals didn't look particularly&lt;/span&gt; interested in her. Releived, she rode on. However, she soon learned looks could be decieving as a bruised-up Black bear started chewing on her ram's leg. Frightened, she ran off and didn't look back at the crazed bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the Western Plaguelands, Rassaa was getting attacked at every turn. Insane wolves, Spiders, and bears advanced on her atevery angle. Rassaa spurred on her ram and rode past them, then entered a scary, blood-red area that the locals called "Eastern Plaguelands", although Rassaa thought it should be called "Land of Evil." Indeed, it was a very evil place -- giant, plagued bats flapped around her, gigantic grubs eating the corpses of dead travalers. She even caught site of what looked like mounds of sludge-ified plague! She shuttered and tempted her ram faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dodging past countless monsters, inclueding grubs, bats and demonic dogs, Rassaa came apon Corrin's Crossing -- a deadly ghost town full of, well, ghosts. She swirved to the right, passing inbetween the town and a lake fullof Water Elementals. Then she went back onto the road, and rode on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not ashamed to say that she totaly lost her way. Because I truely had no idea how to get to the Ghostlands from EPL, I resorted to guessing. She tried going up near Plaguewoods, dying several times, then discovered that there was no way to get across the mountains. After several more deaths, I went on Google to look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After I found out where she could actualy get to Ghostlands, turns out you go through a portal, she easily got past the Plaguelands. Once in the Ghostlands, she avoided the towns and headed north, ignoring the stares all of the BE noobies gave her. When she reached Eversong, she skitted past the numerous towns and tracked down a beautiful Springpaw Stalker. It was busy stalking a young Dragonhawk, so it didn't notice Rassaa stalk up apon it. Talk about Stalking the Stalker. She started taming it without bothering with an Ice trap -- she just let the little guy chew at her. When he was tamed, she hearthed back to Ironforge and bought some meat, Roast Quille to be exact, and fed the cat until he was full. Then she headed out to Aerie Peak, the town not the server, and started killing wolves. Here is my attack pattern;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ranged - Aimed shot, cuncusion shot, Arcane shot, serpent sting, lots of Auto shot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melee - Auto attack, Raptor strike if needed, Mingoose bite when possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After only a couple hours, her little kitty was level 23 and at loyalty level 5. While she was grinding, a couple things dropped for her -- a &lt;a href="http://thottbot.com/i4736"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mistscape Sash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and something truely special -- a truely Dazzling &lt;a href="http://thottbot.com/i869"&gt;Dazzling Longsword&lt;/a&gt;! That one raked me in 200g, although I probubly could have sold it for more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I rather enjoyed that adventure. I hope to do a dungeon soon to level up my kitty, and, *hint hint* he/she still needs a name.. And, it's one of &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/skins/skin_lynxskinred.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-2291780422637429975?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2291780422637429975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=2291780422637429975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2291780422637429975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2291780422637429975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-god-im-lazy.html' title='Oh god I&apos;m lazy...'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-1665698756574382706</id><published>2008-05-31T14:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:24:00.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sargeant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter'/><title type='text'>Rassaa Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gear -- a mix of high twenties to low thirties greens with one or two blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pet -- adorable Scarlet Tracking Hound named Sargeant (Sarge for short), three levels lower than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spec -- forgot to spec out of BM, going to do that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guild -- none, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends -- again, none. /sigh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Level -- forty!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mount -- boring old Ram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SW rep -- 4k/21k. /SIGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me.                                                                                                                 Sarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SEGXT9e0OTI/AAAAAAAAACc/W7Tguc6wHGE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206609013394127154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SEGXT9e0OTI/AAAAAAAAACc/W7Tguc6wHGE/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SEGXI9e0OSI/AAAAAAAAACU/2yrLVNmDbz0/s1600-h/rassaamount.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206608824415566114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SEGXI9e0OSI/AAAAAAAAACU/2yrLVNmDbz0/s320/rassaamount.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-1665698756574382706?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1665698756574382706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=1665698756574382706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/1665698756574382706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/1665698756574382706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/05/rassaa-review.html' title='Rassaa Review'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/SEGXT9e0OTI/AAAAAAAAACc/W7Tguc6wHGE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-94466798136501256</id><published>2008-04-25T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:31:43.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yipper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunter'/><title type='text'>Prairie Wolf</title><content type='html'>I was goofing around on my little level 10 hunter (I only really play her when my friend comes over, but I wanted to level her up a bit.) After painfully leveling her up from 6 to 10, I scavanged around for a nice mage to portal me to Thunder Bluff. I will note that this took *way* longer than I had hoped it would! But, I was lucky and found a very nice mage that happily ported me and refuses my tip. WooT nice people ^^&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     I ran out into Bloodhoof Village and hung out for a minute, then ventured a bit south to find a &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_prairiewolf.php"&gt;Prairie Wolf&lt;/a&gt;. I tamed the highest level one I found, and *very* easily leveled him up to 10. Why did I get a low level wolf? Prairie Wolves are special -- they bark when you click them, like that level 35 wolf, Spot, in Theramore Isle. I named him something really lame, but this charecter likes cute names for her little anklebiter pets. Therefore, I named him "yipper" or "yip" for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     By the way, my friend asked me why most people don't have a barking wolf. The short answer, they don't know about the skill. The long answer, they don't constently check Petopia for new pets (or old pets) with special talents. In a new hunters mind, a level 10 when tamed wolf is better than a level 6 when tamed wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Aannyway, my little hunter now has a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-94466798136501256?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/94466798136501256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=94466798136501256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/94466798136501256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/94466798136501256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/04/prairie-wolf.html' title='Prairie Wolf'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-2929028617577454771</id><published>2008-04-03T21:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:07:03.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boar'/><title type='text'>Bluefur hits 60!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_WUnTumDFI/AAAAAAAAACI/w3Oj0CS8bO4/s1600-h/Bluefur60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185213949018508370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_WUnTumDFI/AAAAAAAAACI/w3Oj0CS8bO4/s320/Bluefur60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outlands has treated me well (except for a few Orc misshaps...) and I did get to 60. Well, after a load of quests and a pet adventure. That is, I did every quest that I felt like doing and grabbed a Diseased Wolf. And after all this, 60!!! I had 660 gold (400 of it from Allicat, a great friend) so I flew off to Shattrath and ported to Org. Lucky for us Hunters, the Wolf Vendor/Trainer, hunter trainer, and pet trainer are all in the same general area. (Woot! Wolf mounts for the WIN!) I ran to the wolf vendor and bought the wolf I had decided on long before a &lt;a href="http://www.warcraftmounts.com/mounts/swifttimberwolf.php"&gt;Swift Timber Wolf&lt;/a&gt;! I got so excited over it that I kind of forgot to train pet and hunter skills, and I was in Eastern Plaguelands (to get a &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_plaguedswine.php"&gt;Plagued Swine&lt;/a&gt; pet) grabbing the boar. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_WUXzumDEI/AAAAAAAAACA/FJLYMriG2yE/s1600-h/Soul%26Bluefur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185213682730536002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_WUXzumDEI/AAAAAAAAACA/FJLYMriG2yE/s320/Soul%26Bluefur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I was in Thrallmar with my hearthstone on its 1hour cooldown on. After a few kills with my boar, I remembered to train it Growl. (I forget to train that ALL of the time.) When I opened the tab, however, I noticed I still only had Growl rank 6, level 50. I needed Growl rank 7, 60! And my hearth was on cooldown. Fun &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I named the boar Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it took an hour, but I got to Org again after my hearth went off CD and I trained for pet/hunter skills. Now I am officialy a 60 hunter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-2929028617577454771?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/2929028617577454771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=2929028617577454771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2929028617577454771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/2929028617577454771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/04/bluefur-hits-60.html' title='Bluefur hits 60!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_WUnTumDFI/AAAAAAAAACI/w3Oj0CS8bO4/s72-c/Bluefur60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8626514018931679863</id><published>2008-04-02T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:09:18.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SummerGale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wind Serpent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Meet SummerGale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_QKxDumDDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I-lccgvwiFA/s1600-h/Rassaa+and+Summergale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184780908940889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_QKxDumDDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I-lccgvwiFA/s320/Rassaa+and+Summergale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rassaa has been dornment for a while, and finely I figured I should get on her and at least try out a new pet. Because long aggo I let free poor old Timber, (he was giving me that sad, longing look.) I had a free stable slot. I then logged off again, because a Horde friend wanted me to run him through WC. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durring the long WC, I noticed that some nice animals roamed around in not difficult to get areas. Specificaly, the &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_deviatestinglash.php"&gt;Deviate Stinglash&lt;/a&gt;, a green windserpent. It was level 16-17, and Rassaa was 17, so it was my level. The only problem was that Green just isn't my color. Personaly, I like the white and blue ones better. But, I would have to live, because I wouldn't be seeing a blue one until 19 and a white one until 25/26.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on Rassaa and flew to Booty Bay, then got on the boat to Ratchet, where I roamed around and admired animals. (I actualy tamed a lion and a raptor at one point but wasn't satisfied with either.) The run to WC took only a minute, and soon I was fighting my way to a windserpent. For self protection I tamed a temporary black raptor, who was disapointingly small. I was kind of hoping for a towering protector, not a lame little lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a Windserpent finely came into sight, I released my pet and started taming, and learned that it had a nockdown. However, I just started the tame again, and it never used the nockdown that time. When it was tamed, I noticed that it was the kind of pet I was looking for -- It was nearly two times my size! I hearthed to Loch Modan and showed it off, soon deciding that she was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was expecting to have the long, "what do I name her?" sesions, but infact the name came to mind very quickly. I always figured Wind Serpents should have something to do with weather or wind in their names, so Gale came to mind. (This is also because in Zelda wind is always represented by a Green symbol.) Summer sounded nice to go along, and green always reminded me of summer, so their it was -- SummerGale. It matched her perfectly! Woohoo, Rassaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8626514018931679863?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8626514018931679863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8626514018931679863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8626514018931679863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8626514018931679863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-summergale.html' title='Meet SummerGale!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R_QKxDumDDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I-lccgvwiFA/s72-c/Rassaa+and+Summergale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-6523698853341990755</id><published>2008-03-29T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:56:11.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Bluefur gets a wolf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6dbzumC-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9wYxD_No5XU/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_032908_152740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6dbzumC-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9wYxD_No5XU/s320/WoWScrnShot_032908_152740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183253322217688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bluefur is nearing 60, and the last thing he wants when he hits 60 is a clunky old kodo. After leveling 15 levels with a Grey Kodo, he had enough of the dino. So he decided he would just do the Orc beginning quests and cloth turn ins to get a wolf. Easy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of the boring newbie quests and all but the runecloth turn ins, Bluefur was barely into Revered(three bars to be exact). This was a problem. What was he to do, farm five bazillion stacks of runecloth to turn in? Not going to happen. While sadly gazing at the wolf he wanted at the time, a&lt;a href="http://www.warcraftmounts.com/mounts/timberwolf.php"&gt; Timber Wolf&lt;/a&gt;, he noticed an Orc running by with a Frostwolf Tabard on. Then it struck him -- He could just do Alterac Valley a hundred times and turn in Bloods and armor scraps! The simplicity of the idea was astounding. He rushed into the queue and got started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 Alterac Marks of Honor later, Bluefur was two thirds of the way towards exalted with Org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Alterac Marks of Honor and a &lt;a href="http://thottbot.com/i19031"&gt;Frostwolf Tabard&lt;/a&gt; later, Bluefur had hit it... He was exalted!&lt;br /&gt;(Note that this took a lot longer in game then it sounds like.)&lt;br /&gt;He sprinted out to Org and examined the wolves. For some reason that escaped Bluefur's mind, the &lt;a href="http://www.warcraftmounts.com/mounts/direwolf.php"&gt;Dire Wolf&lt;/a&gt; called out to him! He didn't really like the gray look, but seconds later he was proudly perched on the coolest mount in the game -- a wolf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Tauren wolf mounts are BIG. I posted some pictures of his mount compared to a Orc wolf mount.                                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6eFDumDAI/AAAAAAAAABg/RyHnjdjAjnk/s1600-h/compare+no.1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6eFDumDAI/AAAAAAAAABg/RyHnjdjAjnk/s320/compare+no.1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183254030887291906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6efTumDCI/AAAAAAAAABw/DBpSJMuvPwI/s1600-h/compare+no.2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6efTumDCI/AAAAAAAAABw/DBpSJMuvPwI/s320/compare+no.2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183254481858858018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-6523698853341990755?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6523698853341990755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=6523698853341990755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6523698853341990755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6523698853341990755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/03/bluefur-gets-wolf.html' title='Bluefur gets a wolf!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R-6dbzumC-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9wYxD_No5XU/s72-c/WoWScrnShot_032908_152740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-8792954634767941787</id><published>2008-03-12T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:40:46.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serpent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hyena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nether Ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sporebat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crocolisk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tallstrider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>About "lame" pets</title><content type='html'>You know what I mean. Those pets that you see and think, "Beautiful pet, but it must suck mold. How do you live with that thing?" when it claws or flys by. There are several that some people think are rather squishy (Some people don't though, I personaly approve of people who stand up for the little buggers!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallstriders&lt;br /&gt;Nether Rays&lt;br /&gt;Sporebats&lt;br /&gt;Crab&lt;br /&gt;Crocolisk&lt;br /&gt;Hyena&lt;br /&gt;Serpent&lt;br /&gt;Spider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some of these guys are considered wimpy for there skills. Sporebats, for instence, can not learn anything but Cower, growl, etc. They can not learn Dash, bite, claw (But not learning claw and bite makes sense... THey neither have mouthes or claws! But why not Dash? Or Dive?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serpents, well, I don't know why people sometimes don't like them. For instence, when Bluefur was level 19, he ran out to the Barrens to get a Deviot Serpent. When asking for help getting one, somebody thought up the brilliant answer of, "Dont get a serpent cuz thay suk. Get a Raptor nub." Well what if I don't WANT a raptor?!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my snake stayed with me until about 39, when I actualy did get a raptor. *sigh* I will report, however, that he was an AWSOME pet! In fact, I recently got on Vallrok and set my hard-earned Shy-Rotam free and went into Zul'Gurub, (where I died several times. Those guys are TOUGH, even with a 70 priest with me!) and got myself a brown snake. Who knew you could swim around the enemies and get a snake without killing anything? Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for the record, the snake got taller than me as soon as I tamed him. I wonder how tall with Beastil Wrath... *evil cackleing insues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hyenas. I would have a bunch of Hyenas, but they have one back side... The animation is bugged &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;They have the movement (attack and mountspecial kind of things, not run.) of wolves, and that seriously bugs up the Hyenas... Bum. When they attack, their tail (and whole rump!) retracts into it's back, looking very peculiar. And, when they die and do that mountspecial where they scratch themselves, their tail elongates tramendously. It rather sucks, because I love some of the looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallstriders. I really don't see what people don't like about them, Rassaa has one and it is easily soloing 2-3 mobs. Seriously, my big ostriche rocks! Anyway, they have a +5% health modier, with no -% on anything! Plus, they come in many floresent colors that apeal to many hunters. Who wouldn't love a pink tallstrider running around behind you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nether rays... Well, they are really cool looking, and have interesting stats -- DPS: +3%, AR: -10%, HP: +10%.&lt;br /&gt;But, I see a reason for people not to like them. Yeah, they don't learn much, and also they are all, or almost all, Casters. And caster pets requier alot more attention then a nice Tallstrider or kitty. The only color of Nether Ray that is not made up of casters only is Netherrayskinblue, and it is only found in dungeons. So sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabs are just cool. Not only do they make a cool "Click-click" noise when they run, they also have nice Armor!&lt;br /&gt;And, who couldn't resist the idea of having a massive CRAB flaying your enemies? (plus, they grow to giant sizes after a few levels!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocolisks canbe reliable pets, if you are fond of the six-legged look. (Personaly, I think they are rather confident, powerfull-looking creatures.) Sometimes people do not like thr gasping noise they make, but I find it calming. *Coo-coo clock noises*&lt;br /&gt;Also, they have +10% armor. (-5% health, but hey, thats cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run into few hunters with Spider pets. Why not more? Well, the only three reasons I can find is,&lt;br /&gt;1. They are rather nasty, disgusting looking creatures! Some people are just creaped out seeing a spider that size crawling behind you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Their legs are meant to move quickly even when the spider is walking. When they RUN, the legs move much to fast and it looks ackword.&lt;br /&gt;3. They can only learn Bite!!! Seriously, they should get "Spider Spit" or "Silk Web."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are looking for a pet to just hang around with and solo, maybe get a few whispers about your exotic pet, look towards these guys. If you are looking for BG/Raid, umm, go look for some Wolf/Owl/Ravager/Cat kind of beasties ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-8792954634767941787?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/8792954634767941787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=8792954634767941787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8792954634767941787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/8792954634767941787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/03/about-lame-pets.html' title='About &quot;lame&quot; pets'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-6175923973537791919</id><published>2008-03-09T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:33:11.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tallstrider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Rassaa gets another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9RzQLPEu2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vm2L0bcVJik/s1600-h/Rassaa+and+Tallstrider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175888593486658402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="176" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9RzQLPEu2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vm2L0bcVJik/s320/Rassaa+and+Tallstrider.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I did it again! I am so obsessed with pets that I decided to get another one. This time, Mazzaranache!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pink flamingo is only found in Mulgore plains, so Rassaa had a bit of trouble getting to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing I did was head out to Westfall. I ran from Sentenel Hill towards the coast, where I dodged the scattered Murlocs (I can not BELIEVE I got away with no adds.. Murlocs are not like that!) and began the long swim towards Strangelthorn Vale. When I finely got there, I intentionaly aggroed a croc and let it chew on me 'till I died. As a ghost, I ran towards Booty Bay, sadly looking towards Grom'Gol, my old Hordie town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have died of boredome if it had not been Sunday, when the Fishing tourney was going. A bunch of 70's where argueing and being very Night Elf (As most of them where. Remember, Rassaa is unfond of Elfies!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a few good laughs as I neared Booty Bay, and logged/re-logged next to the graveyard. (Thanks to Mania, I finely can travel and rez enywhere as a Ghost!) Then I ran around, falling off of walkways, trying to get to the Flight point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got on the boat, sarounded by 70 horde and fealing very out-of-place. When the boat arived at Ratchet, I fell of the boat (I am real smart -.-) and grabbed the flight point, then began another long treck to Mulgore. Along the way I watched Hordies look at me like, "What the crap lookat the nOOb!" or sometimes just like, "Look a nOOb." That was an unpleasent run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I finely got to Mulgore, where I roamed around, and found Mazz waiting for me. Tamed, he is now my new companion. But what will I name him/her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I am planning on getting a nice pink shirt to go along with my bird. Rassaa has style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-6175923973537791919?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/6175923973537791919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=6175923973537791919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6175923973537791919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/6175923973537791919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/03/rassaa-gets-another.html' title='Rassaa gets another...'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9RzQLPEu2I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vm2L0bcVJik/s72-c/Rassaa+and+Tallstrider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-5694174547947475640</id><published>2008-03-08T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:57:34.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Araga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>I got Araga, a long time aggo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, the good news is that I got Araga on Bluefur. THe bad news is that I was soo lazy that I didn't post about it until weeks later, when I had already leveled her to 50! She happened to rez one day when I was just about to loose patience and get a bear instead. I nearly had a heart attack when she rezzed, I was so happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is a picture of Bluefur and his new friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175471676716268370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9L4EbPEu1I/AAAAAAAAABA/Nx-_b5KHnO4/s320/Blue%26Ara.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-5694174547947475640?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/5694174547947475640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=5694174547947475640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5694174547947475640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/5694174547947475640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-araga-long-time-aggo.html' title='I got Araga, a long time aggo...'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9L4EbPEu1I/AAAAAAAAABA/Nx-_b5KHnO4/s72-c/Blue%26Ara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4478697268505296738</id><published>2008-03-08T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:00:00.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Rassaa hits 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9Lws7PEu0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBSzP_UQpzg/s1600-h/Rassaa+with+pet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175463576407948098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="155" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9Lws7PEu0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBSzP_UQpzg/s320/Rassaa+with+pet.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rassaa hit 10 a couple of minutes ago, but unlike my usual "Drop-Everything-And-Tame" ritual, I continued my gnome killing quest until I finished, turned it in, then ran to Brewnall Village to turn in quests there! When everything was done, I headed back to Kharanos to start the tasks. Unfortunetely, on her way, another dwarf bumped into her and asked where Brewnall Village was.&lt;br /&gt;"East, past the mountain valley" I told him, and even pointed in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? You will have to show me." He responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you see why Rassaa likes Draenie more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes and a jog from Brewnall to Kharanos later, I was standing next to a boar who, ignorently, was eating a small grass sprout. I tamed him and quickly let the beast free, for boars are just not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;I set out again to tame a Snow Leopard. Although I am rather fond of the white spotted skin, I am sick and tiered of cats for it seems EVERYONE has them. However, I held on to him for longer than usual, admiering the cats soft coat and gracefull run.&lt;br /&gt;For the second to last time I ran out of Kharanos, heading for a Ice Claw Bear. I do like the bears massive size and power, but it seems that every dwarf out there has a Bear of some sort, be it tan or black or grey. When I tamed it, I thought about grabbing Mangleclaw later on, but dissmissed the thought when I noticed that Timber was waiting up on the hill, a pack of three wolves behind him.&lt;br /&gt;After the quest there, she went to Ironforge and learned to train pets. She ALSO learned that Alliance can be... Dumb. There were 6-7 naked gnomes at the enterence, and a Night Elf was yelling at people to be ready for the "gnome race." I dissmissed myself and ran like a panicked cat away from Ironforge, towards the Iceflow lake where I knew Timber was awaiting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbers pack was not happy to see me, and I resorted to nuking one wolf out of the pack, running into the pond, and repeating. It worked pretty well, as you can see by the picture above! Now I just need a name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9LwCLPEuzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YOdv9TmmhHY/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_030808_145305.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4478697268505296738?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4478697268505296738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4478697268505296738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4478697268505296738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4478697268505296738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/03/rassaa-hits-10.html' title='Rassaa hits 10!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9Lws7PEu0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/zBSzP_UQpzg/s72-c/Rassaa+with+pet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-1721183905740126860</id><published>2008-03-07T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:22:18.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rassaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dwarf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Say hello to Rassaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rassaa&lt;/span&gt; is my new project! I was and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; bored, and decided to make yet another hunter to play around with. This time, however, I will be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alliance&lt;/span&gt;! To be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;precise&lt;/span&gt;, I made a Dwarf gall. My brother and dad would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spaz&lt;/span&gt; if they saw me playing a dwarf, but I will do what I want and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; that... (Man I can tick them off saying that... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned my computer away from the T.V. where my brother and dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;resided&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vegetables&lt;/span&gt; and made her. Because she lives on a RP realm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cenerion&lt;/span&gt; Circle, I made her personality and background too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9IZtbPEuyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BtVJUzQb280/s1600-h/dwarf+Rassaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175227189997910818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="219" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9IZtbPEuyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BtVJUzQb280/s320/dwarf+Rassaa.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rassaa&lt;/span&gt; was abandoned at birth in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dun'Moroh&lt;/span&gt;, and spent her early years with an elderly uncle who taught her the art of Hunting. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt;, and eagerly learned all she could from her uncle until he got to old to provide necesitys for her. She left sadly, looking for somebody who could teach her more. Finely she came to Coldridge Valley where she met people who actualy attempted to train her. Soon she was nearly ready to grab a beatifull pet!&lt;br /&gt;Personality wise, she is rather well-tempered but tires easily of ignorent people, and even more easily of anyone of the Night Elf race. (Sadly, she is rather unfond of the stocky, purple beings. But then, they are mostly unfond of her right back.) She would much rather hang out with the Draenie or Humans than Gnomes, other Dwarfs, or Night Elves.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, she is level 8. At ten she is planning on powering through the pet quests and taming the beautiful animal which is &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_timber.php"&gt;Timber&lt;/a&gt;, the white worg. &lt;br /&gt;But maybe she will try out some more exotic things, like birds and crabs and scorpids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-1721183905740126860?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/1721183905740126860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=1721183905740126860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/1721183905740126860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/1721183905740126860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-hello-to-rassaa.html' title='Say hello to Rassaa!'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/R9IZtbPEuyI/AAAAAAAAAAo/BtVJUzQb280/s72-c/dwarf+Rassaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7019924651980457106</id><published>2008-02-19T19:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:20:54.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Araga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Araga</title><content type='html'>I have been playing Bluefur lately (he is 47 at the moment...) and decided that he wanted a cat as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;Well! that narrows it down!&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/index.php"&gt;Petopia&lt;/a&gt; and looked around for something attractive but unique. The answer was obvious -- get &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_araga.php"&gt;Araga the lioness&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So I headed out to Alterac Mountains and got prepared to tame a rare. Unfortunetely, she is much rarer than I had thought.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hours, I tired of killing mountian lions and played an alt for a couple more hours.Then re-logged on Bluefur and looked around. Still not there... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;More playing an alt.&lt;br /&gt;Checked again! No Araga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the crap do you mean she still isn't here!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas on how to get this guy welcome.. Of course I don't have any readers. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7019924651980457106?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7019924651980457106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7019924651980457106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7019924651980457106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7019924651980457106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/02/araga.html' title='Araga'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7607927585111345020</id><published>2008-02-15T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:23:53.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Shy-Rotam</title><content type='html'>Recently my hunter, Vallrok, got Shy-Rotam as a pet. After slowly changing views on what new pet I wanted, &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_frostsaberpridewatcher.php"&gt;Frostsaber Pride Watcher&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_shyrotam.php"&gt;Shy-Rotam&lt;/a&gt;, I finaly went with the less commen look.&lt;br /&gt;A friend from my guild came to help, as she had yet to do the quest Shy-rotam of the Frostsaber. Actualy, she had yet to do the whole chain. I helped her through, grumbling all the way about how BLizzard made the quests to easy by making the enemies non-elite.&lt;br /&gt;When we finaly got to the stage with the cat, we ran out to the Frostsaber Den and started killing cats.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later.... Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later.... No Sacred Frostsaber meat yet..&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later.... Ok seriously..&lt;br /&gt;45 minutes later.... Yes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now we had the meat, we just need to summon him, right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;Summoned...&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why is "tame beast" not useble yet? What? Mana? Crap! Ok, drink a mana potion, we are ok..&lt;br /&gt;Auto shot. *random troll swear words* ok, he has 15% health left...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have him in Ice, I am taming... He is out of ice! 2 seconds left... WHAT?! He can FEAR!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;No mana left, put on aspect of the viper, (which I forgot I even HAD) ok, lets try this again. Taming...&lt;br /&gt;Taming....&lt;br /&gt;Taming....&lt;br /&gt;Taming....&lt;br /&gt;18 seconds later, Vallrok is running around randomly with a fear spell one him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seems like his fear has an 18 second CD. Tame Beast is a 20 second cast.&lt;br /&gt;I have enough mana for an Ice trap!&lt;br /&gt;I have enough mana for tame beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: all this took about 3 minutes of in-game time. For one 20 second cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-7607927585111345020?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/7607927585111345020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=7607927585111345020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7607927585111345020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/7607927585111345020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-shy-rotam.html' title='Getting Shy-Rotam'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-4104701757456606689</id><published>2008-02-15T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:26:52.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charecters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Warcraft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bluefur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightfur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vallrok'/><title type='text'>My charecters</title><content type='html'>In WoW I have many charecters, but my mains are Vallrok and Lightfur. They live on the Aerie Peak server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vallrok...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a level 70 troll hunter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has 3 pets, a black wolf (nameless), a white tiger named Sarrow (spelled wrong), and a blue tiger from wintersping (nameless).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has mostly blue gear with only 2 epics, a ring from Headless Horseman and a Gyro-balanced Khorium Destroyer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is not played very often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a BM hunter that is thinking of going MM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://armory.worldofwarcraft.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Aerie+Peak&amp;amp;n=Vallrok"&gt;Armory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lightfur...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a level 70 tauren Feral druid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has 1 epic, a S1 gladiators shoulder peice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spends most of his time doing dailys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is bored of BG's already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://armory.worldofwarcraft.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Aerie+Peak&amp;amp;n=Lightfur"&gt;Armory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also have a RP hunter on the Cenerion Circle server...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bluefur...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;is a level 45 tauren MM hunter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has Goreclaw the Ravenous as a pet, named Heavyfoot. &lt;a href="http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_goreclaw.shtml"&gt;http://petopia.brashendeavors.net/html/mobs/mob_goreclaw.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has only 4 blues. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is thinking about switching guilds. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://armory.worldofwarcraft.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Cenarion+Circle&amp;amp;n=Bluefur"&gt;http://armory.worldofwarcraft.com/character-sheet.xml?r=Cenarion+Circle&amp;amp;n=Bluefur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are just my most played charecters. I also have a 33 lock, 21 warrior, 14 pally, 13 mage and 6 rogue. All of which are Horde. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780983882495658509-4104701757456606689?l=wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/4104701757456606689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780983882495658509&amp;postID=4104701757456606689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4104701757456606689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780983882495658509/posts/default/4104701757456606689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolfingtonspeak.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-charecters.html' title='My charecters'/><author><name>Wolfington</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04140304827971344291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sx9FssPDjbI/Sp1yEIuLZ5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0e3u04y1ODs/S220/wolfnew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780983882495658509.post-7152758782157259106</id><published>2008-02-15T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T13:03:50.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>I play WoW</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MMORPG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(massive multiplayer role playing game) called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;, or WoW. I play it much more than I should, laying off of home work and house work. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;If you know what the game is and you play it, then you might understand this blog. If not, well, read the posts about RL (real life) or just visit &lt;a href="http://subversivesuburban.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://subversivesuburban.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for my mothers words on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In RL, I have a cat named Spock and two dogs, Emily and Jamie. I live with my mom and dad, and my annoying highschool brother. (yes, he is also a WoW addict. More of one than me, in fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spock is all you can expect from a cat. Curious, cute, active, lazy and bored all at the same time. You are just as likely to see him sleeping as you are to see him thundering down halls and batting at our dogs tails. His silver tabby fur hides the Bengal Tiger inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="cat in a larger than life bag by normanack, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29278394@N00/1572417467/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 207px" height="696" alt="cat in a larger than life bag" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2056/1572417467_e31bd6b4a9_b.jpg" width="1024" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie is the good dog. He loves people, balls, sleeping, dad, FOOD, snow, and toys. If you could not tell by that description, he is a Golden retriever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Jamie in the bird bath by normanack, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29278394@N00/6023720/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="1126" alt="Jamie in the bird bath" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/3/6023720_a0bce9a876_o.jpg" width="1100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finaly there is Emily, our shelter dog with a submisive attitude. She gets nervous when more than 6 people are in the house, and just freaks when there are holidays. 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