I have a roommate who does not play WoW. Like many such people, she doesn’t really understand it, or it’s appeal, but is tolerant. For my part, I like to help her appreciate the joy and accomplishment that can be had from raiding.
So this past weekend was our second weekend of 25-man content, and again we were downing bosses left and right. We started out, once again, with Sartharion, my new favorite dragon. Sartharion is basically the new Onyxia, complete with dropping the big 22-slot bag. Not much clearing, and a handful of emblems plus loot make this a perfect first stop to any 25-man raid night.
So after downing Sarth, I wandered out in search of a fresh soda, past my roommate knitting in front of the TV, and watching Queer as Folk, which she enjoys because it is, in her words, really good gay porn.
“We just killed a dragon!” I tell her.
“Wooow.” she says, needles clacking while topless sweating men dance to club music on the tv.
Then we move on to Wintergrasp, since Alliance conveniently just took control of it, to take down Archevon. This time our raidleader informs the raid of the berserk timer in advance, so we take him on the first attempt (was two attempts last week).
Archevon was generous for the second week in a row, and dropped more hunter loot. I started to pass, since I got the Valorous Cryptstaker Tunic last week, but my fellow hunters insisted that I take it for the set bonus. I heart my guild hunters. I also heart my new gear:
I now have the two-piece set bonus, +5% pet damage!!! OMG!!! That calls for celebration, in the form of chips. Upon passing my roommate again:
“We just killed a Giant! I stole his gloves!”
“Oh, that’s nice.”
We went on to Naxx, where my pet Nibbles did 5% more damage than before, and poked around in the spider wing a bit. We went after Patchwerk, and after a few attempts determined that our healers’ gear wasn’t yet up to healing through the hateful strikes. This was also duly reported to the roommate:
“We just fought a giant undead monstrosity of pieced together parts, but it killed us all.”
“Huh, you wouldn’t think that would be tougher than a dragon.”
“Yeah, well, he… well he was.”
So despite my best efforts she still doesn’t quite understand. She has her knitting and her man-candy, and I have my phat lewt and my 25-man candy.
But I think we’re making progress, which is the main thing.
Spousal Faction is kinda like Progressive Raiding. You have to keep changing your tactics, but you can manage it if you try. If you get her some new shiny, she won’t mind too much if you spend some time to get some yourself.
I’ve even gotten mine to play for a while, except then she only wanted to play a hunter because she liked the pets and then I was shafted playing the healer. So yeah, I put on my long ears and decked out my kilt and staff and healed the heck out of the group until she got tired of playing her little elf girls with her kitties (at least she didn’t like the birds!). Nowadays I’ll say something like “We just killed a dragon” and I still get the same response… because she played for the kitties and I played for the kill. Inside I laugh a little, but I don’t mess with her on Halo cause she kicks my butt (how sad is that?)