I'm returning to WoW Classic (US) after a few years, this time with a group of 5 old high school friends (very excited) and I wanted to know which server you recommend for a good PVP experience in Cata? We will be playing Alliance. I did some research and it seems that Grobbulus is the best server because it has an almost perfect balance between Horde and Alliance for world PVP. Do you know of any other, or is Grobbulus the right choice? Thanks!

I have an i5 intel cpu, 2060 Nvidia, 32 GB of ram and mainly use my computer for gaming and school. I’ve played every single game flawlessly for years helldivers 2, all of wow (including retail), Elden ring, palworld, just to name a few, and my computer has never even come close to 100%. I’m leveling a rogue right now in cata prepatch and it’s at 100% most of the time, to the point where my once silent fan, now sounds like a race car engine. My girlfriend actually walked by it the other night and said “what the hell is that?”. Is anyone else having problems? I have ran sfc /scan now to see if it’s anything broken in the background, a virus check in safe mode AND in normal.
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So on Cata I was on a server that got locked and offered free transfers.
Transferred all of my characters except my bank alt which had 8 WoW tokens. Turns out you can't move a character with WoW tokens on it, for whatever reason.
I don't want to blow them all right now, so my question is: what happens when the server gets closed? Will my character successfully get moved with the WoW tokens, will the tokens get auto-consumed, will the character get deleted, etc.?

I am very different from many people…ok, before I continue, full disclosure: what I am about to reveal are honest, true, and completely real. I do not sugarcoat anything, I never hold back the way I feel when I have something to say. However, I do not see any point in most casual conversation because the truth is, NO ONE LISTENS. People in general do not pay attention to anything but their own thoughts.
I just started a new job. The first day we had orientation where we learned about the history of the company, the benefits, how the payroll system works, etc. i listened to the whole thing. During our training a few things came up that were discussed in orientation but the people who were with me had no recollection of those things. The may as well not have been there.
One of the girls who started the same day I did has gone from nice and friendly towards me to snapping at me. She makes unsolicited comments during conversations that she’s a part of but not actively participating in. The other girl who just started and I were talking about unemployment and social security benefits, I asked “how do you get social security?” and suddenly, out of nowhere and not directed towards her, she snapped “None of your business!!!”
Umm. Wait, was that comment for me? First, I wasn’t asking you and second, that was not an inappropriate question. I wasn’t asking how much money she makes or how she qualifies for government assistance. A few days later I was looking at a ball cap hanging from the side of my neighbors cubicle. I touched the bill of the hat and suddenly heard “don’t touch Ms. Judith’s stuff!” Wow. That time I shot her a look that said you should probably stay over there because I do NOT do drama.
Clearly she’s dealing with issues at home, she said she’s getting married but never discusses it or the man she’s planning on marrying. I honestly feel for this girl. She’s trapped in a situation that she feels she can’t get out of. I’m letting her be, and that resulted in her leaning on me and spilling her guts out, but just a few hours later she snapped at me again. I would never treat her with anything but kindness and respect. Lashing out at me doesn’t have much to do with me, I know that.
So many people are just mean. I can’t treat people that way. They say you should treat everyone the way you wish to be treated. If that were the case I’d be treating everyone so much better than myself.

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Part 6

Note: Optional driving sounds as Carissa is in a car.
Carissa: Ok, I’ve received the next set of instructions. I’m heading that way now. Did you receive them, Jane?
Jane: (On coms.) Yeah, Mom, we got it. It looks like they’re taking you out to the docks. I wonder if they’ve got a boat ready for you. That might cause a problem backing you up.
Carissa: I trust you. We prepared for that possibility.
Jane: (On coms.) I know but….
Carissa: Jane? JANE! Damn it. They’ve cut off our communications somehow.
(Beep or tone.)
And now they’re changing my directions. They knew I’d try to have backup. I’ll give you this, Francine. You’re good at this.
Well, there’s nothing else for it. I’m on my own.
(Suddenly startled.) What the? Puppy!?! You were hiding in the ammo bag? Damn it, Puppy, I told you that you weren’t allowed to accompany me on this one. It’s too dangerous.
(Pause.)
(Upset.) I don’t care, Puppy. I know we’ve prepared, but this is a calculated risk. Do you understand, Puppy. A RISK! I’m intentionally walking into a trap. That means I’m very aware this could all blow up in my face. I’m willing to take that risk on my own. I WASN’T… I wasn’t willing to lose you too, Puppy.
(Concerned.) How do you think Jane’s going to react when she finds out you came with me?
(Pause.)
(Upset.) SHE WHAT!?! She agreed to this? She even helped distract me so I wouldn’t notice you? Jane, you are in so much…
(Pause as she’s interrupted by Puppy.)
(Irritated.) No, Puppy. She’s not getting out of this. I’m going to kick her ass when we get back. Let’s just hope we both get through this alive so that I can do that.
(Pause.)
(Irritated but understanding.) Yes, I’m upset. But I’m not upset with how much you care. The reason why we accepted you on the team is because you care so deeply about all of us. Thank you, Puppy. I mean it. I’m still furious with you, but… thank you.
Well, since you’re here now, you might as well climb into the front seat. You can talk with me as we drive.
(Pause.)
I love you too, Puppy, but you can’t just defy my orders like that. I said you couldn’t come for a reason. You’re not trained for this type of thing.
(Suddenly upset.) Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!
(Pause.)
No. I’m sorry, Puppy. I keep fluctuating between being glad you’re here and wishing you weren’t. I should just stop and dump you out right now, but if I do that, Francine will suspect something’s up. And I’d probably have to knock you out in order to get you out of the car.
(Pause.)
(Amused.) Don’t smile at that. You… (Chuckles.) Wow, Puppy, how do you do it? How do you make me want to laugh at a time like this. You really are something.
So, tell me. Why did you, and apparently Jane as well, think it was a good idea to come with me?
(Pause.)
That’s the plan. Francine should be there personally for a one-on-one.
(Pause.)
(Annoyed.) Puppy, we’ve discussed this. We don’t know that that’s Francine’s true motivation. You really think she’s your yandere? That she’s so obsessed with getting you back that it will keep her from hurting me because she might hurt you as well?
(Pause.)
Even if that’s true, and I’m not saying it is, even if she is obsessing over you to that degree, wouldn’t it mean that she’ll want to kill me even more since I’m the one protecting you right now?
(Pause.)
Yeah, you hadn’t thought of that. Oh well. You’re here now. I guess we’ll find out which one of us is correct. Right before we’re both gunned down, one of us can look at the other with an “I told you so” smirk.
(Pause as Carissa laughs in a way that says she can’t believe the direction this night has taken.)
(Amused and conciliatory.) Oh, brother. You are something, Puppy. No matter what happens tonight, I’m glad you’re with me.
(Pause.)
Yes, I guess that would make you my Samwise Gamgee. Alright, so what’s the plan?
(Pause.)
You’re just my ace-in-the-hole if things start looking sour? Ok. Who knows. I might need it.
(Beep or tone.)
And it looks like we’re here.
(If you were using optional car sounds, they end now as the car is shut off. Pause as Puppy speaks.)
(Hushed tones as some nerves are setting in.) You recognize this place? We had marked this location as one that we suspected she was using as a drop off point for human trafficking, but we were never able to verify it.
(Pause.)
Watchtowers? There and there. Ok, I see them. Thanks. That is a help.
Whoa! Yeah, they’re here, all right. They’re lighting us up. They’re trying to blind us, keep us from seeing their true numbers.
Puppy, lay your seat back. I’m going to throw the empty ammo bag over you. I don’t want Francine to know just yet that you’re here. Someone’s approaching. I think it’s her.
(Pause. Phone rings.)
(Conversation with Francine is cool, calculated, and professional.) Hello, Francine. Looking well, I see.
(Pause.)
Exit my car so I can step into the line of sight from your snipers unprotected? No thanks. I’ll stay right here for now, thank you very much.
(Pause.)
Yes, I’m well aware of the terms we established for this meeting. And since you’ve already broken them by not coming alone, tell me why should I trust you not to break the rest of them?
(Pause.)
Look, you can talk about civilities and honor among thieves and all of that crap for as long as you want, Francine. At the end of the day, you’re the criminal, and I’m the one trying to stop you. Now why did you request this meeting?
(Pause.)
Yeah, I suppose I’m a criminal too. The cops do want me. They want to know all about what I’ve been doing to stop people like you. So, I’ll tell you what. I’ll turn myself in.
(Pause.)
No, I’m serious. It’s a genuine offer. You want me to stop hunting you and I want you to stop hurting people. We can easily both get what we want. We’ll end all of this right now.
I will let the Feds know everything about what I’ve done and what I’ve been doing, and in return, you have to come with me and confess to all of your secrets as well. We’ll both go in together and share everything we know.
You can tell them about your kidnapping people for a profit and about your drug running activities. You can supply the Feds with information about your dealers and where your captives end up once you’ve sold them.
(Carissa slows down and becomes a little more direct.) And… you can tell them all about one certain individual we picked up on one of our raids who was hidden behind a secret wall. You can tell them about all of the injuries he had sustained. You can tell them all about how you enjoyed beating his body and crushing his spirit.
(Pause.)
And why would I give you that information?
(Pause.)
Of course, I know where he is. Answer the question. What makes him so valuable to you?
(Pause.)
Well then, I guess we have nothing further to discuss.
(Hangs up.)
(Hushed tones.) My God, Puppy. She’s going ballistic.
(Pause.)
(Still hushed.) Yes, that’s her pounding on the glass and shrieking. Just mentioning you caused her to hysterically lose control. I’m going to say it right now before the bullets start to fly. You were right.
(Phone ringing.)
(Back to being calculated and professional.) You have something else you wish to add, Francine? I thought we were done here.
(Pause.)
My, my. Such vitriol for me over just one person. What about the others whose lives you’ve destroyed? What about…?
(Pause as she’s interrupted by Francine’s hysterics.)
Francine, calm down. I can’t understand what you’re saying.
(Pause.)
No, I’m not going to give him back to you.
(Pause.)
Wow. You certainly did come prepared. I daresay those rockets would pretty much make this car a smoldering heap and destroy everything in it.
(Whispering.) Ok, Puppy, it’s time to pull out the ace.
(Speaking normally.) Everything.
(Hangs up. Pause.)
(To Puppy.) That’s right. She’s figuring out it’s really you. She’s telling everyone to hold their fire.
(Pause.)
Well, Puppy, I’m going to say it again. You were right. She is losing it.
(Pause.)
(Firmly.) No, whatever you do, do not listen to her demands and set foot out of this car. Remaining where you are is the only thing keeping both of us alive right now. We have to wait until…
(Sound of distant muffled bullet fire or explosives.)
Until Mike and Ronnie get here.
Jane: (Returns on coms.) Carissa! Mom, can you hear me?
Carissa: I hear you, Jane.
Jane: Oh, thank God. Whatever was blocking us just disappeared. I take it that means Ronnie and Mike have located you.
Carissa: That’s right. They’ve eliminated the threat. Completely. It worked, Jane. Francine is dead. If you’re in contact with them right now, tell them to try to leave some of her minions alive if they can. We need information on where they sent their captives if we have any hope of retrieving them.
Jane: Roger that. And, Mom. Is… is…
Carissa: Puppy’s fine, Jane. But you and I are going to have a little talk when I get back. And Jane?
Jane: Yes, Mom?
Carissa: Thank you.
Jane: Yes, Mom.
(Disconnects.)
Carissa: (Appreciative.) Well, Puppy, it looks like I have to thank you too. Disobeying my orders may have saved my life. It gave me those few extra seconds for Mike and Ronnie to get into position.
(Pause.)
Puppy, you don’t owe me anything much less everything.
(Pause.)
Yeah, I did save your life, didn’t I. Well, now I’d say that debt has been repaid. Come on. I think it’s time we get back.
(Optional car starting back up and driving noises begin again. Pause as Puppy talks.)
(Resolute.) Oh, no. No way am I letting her off the hook. Jane’s still in trouble. She’s going to have to face the consequences of her actions. You both are.
(Sneakily loving with a slight grin.) I was thinking that a suitable punishment would be a suspension for the both of you. I think two weeks would be appropriate. You both wouldn’t be allowed to set foot in the base during that time so you’d have to find someplace else to go, say… maybe Hawaii? I know Jane has always wanted to see it.
(Pause.)
(Surprised.) Whoa there, Puppy. No hugging the driver. We got out of this alive. Let’s not ruin that by getting into a car accident now.
(Pause.)
Yes, Puppy, I love you too. You’ve become a big part of all of our lives. Now just sit back and relax. The front car seat has to be more comfortable than hiding in the bag.
(Pause.)
Well, we’ve still got a lot more work to do in dismantling Francine’s operation, and organized crime in the area hasn’t stopped with her. We’re not exactly disbanding now that Francine’s gone. But for your part, I think that this chapter in your life is over. You can rest now, Puppy. You’ve earned it.
Final chapter next

**TL:DR**
If MoP remix was my entry to WoW, I'd have quit at level 17. The quest design is antiquated. Having only 4-5 buttons to press is boring. WoW doesn't work outside of level cap. And I literally don't know how to fix it.
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**Disclaimer:** I've been playing since the tail end of Legion, after having spent a decade playing other MMOs, with a short while I spent playing Burning Cruasade in the mid 2000s. I have a few CEs to my name, but honest to heart, it's mostly because my guildmates are better than me but I'm reliable and not to a bad person to be around. I have all classes at max level, but I literally only ever leveled one character to level cap naturally. Even my very first character, a pandaren priest, I only leveled after I had boosted others to cap. I hate leveling; I've spent years in classic grindfests, i.e. Ragnarok, AION. But: I love WoW. It's literally the most fun I've ever had playing games. I've pushed title during SL, but since have been vibing as my premade desolved.
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If MoP remix is a "superior" version of the leveling experience - there's no wonder WoW lacks *new* players and mostly relies on veterans and returnees. The leveling experience is absolute dogwater. I got to level 15 before I got *bored out of my mind* by doing quests that wanted me to "kill 15 mobs in the area", "click on 6 items in the area" and "press random shit item in your inventory 8 times while doing the other fetch quests". How is this acceptable?! Okay, I figured. If I had to do quests to experience Pandaria, I'd just rather not. Maybe the dungeon leveling experience is superior and I get some Pandaria feeling. So I queued. For time reasons, I hate long queues, on Blood DK. I have some familiarity (i.e. some dungeon portals) on it.
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Queue me, having literally Death Strike (which for some reason heals me for *essentially nothing*), DnD, a kick, and two (later: threee) additional buttons to press. I'm absolutely getting slapping, I heal for nothing, and I have essentially no buttons to press. I did 5 dungeons and 3 of those were duplicates I already knew.
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So I'm pressing ESO amount of buttons, that do very little; or I do 2003-esque fetch quests. My goal? I don't know, really. I have a max level DK. I have no nostalgia towards Pandaria, though I admit it *looks* nice. But at least I know what awaits me to a degree. A new player is just gonna... quit right there, because a new player doesn't know how fun M+ is. A new player doesn't know euphoria you get from mythic raiding in a 20-man roster, or timing essentially a progress key with the boys.
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I love telling people it's the most dopamine I've ever got from a game... at level cap. But if I hadn't gone through the slog of leveing years past when I was unemployed and without a partner, I wouldn't even know. Boosts are 60 bucks or buying an expansion for an alt account at a discount. Even then, you either throw a few bucks to a booster or waste a day doing normal leveling dungeons that give no vault, no worthwhile loot.
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J'essaie de trouver les mots pour écrire un peu la phase que je traverse actuellement. Ceci est un reddit poubelle, j’ai vraiment essayé de poster avec mon compte perso pour “accepter la crise” mais bon voilà quelque chose me dérange. Et ce qui suit va partir un peu dans tous les sens, j’ai juste besoin de sortir tout ça et j'écris sans vraiment réfléchir car je réalise que je suis en colère mais je ne sais pas pourquoi. Et je pleure de cette colère que je ne comprends pas
J'ai grandi dans les grands ensembles, je suis le modèle parfait de l'intégration que mes profs de ZEP au collège "vendaient" pour nous pousser vers un lycée qui est “normal”. Pour ça, je leur en suis quand même très reconnaissante, c'était en quelque sorte de la discrimination positive disons, et j’ai plus gagné que perdu, même si ma valeur s’est construite dans une sorte de bureaucratie dont je n’avais aucune connaissance.
Enfin bref, du coup, j'ai découvert la culture française très tard dans la vie, notamment le cinéma, en fin de licence. Je me suis rapidement orientée pour travailler dans ce domaine. J'ai atteint mon objectif de travailler dans la production, de monter les grades, de prendre plus de responsabilités, d'avoir plus de visibilité... jusqu'à l’été dernier où ça commence à “ne plus aller”.
Je travaillais pour une ptite boîte, d’apparence sympa, un patron que les autres salariés qualifiaient "d'autiste" (oui). Il était très timide et laxiste. Un salarié a fini en larmes et a fait un malaise devant nos yeux suite au harcèlement qu'il y a eu en interne. On avait un sacré pervers narcissique dans la boîte, mais charisme de dingue, tout le monde l’adore. Je vis une sale année, parce que dès mes premiers jours, je sens qu’il m’aime bien, mais je refuse ses avances, et puis c’est l’enfer pour moi. Il est aussi très bon orchestre de la médiocrité, je n’ai jamais connu une personne aussi odieuse et manipulatrice. Sacré Benoît ! o7 En enfer peut être!
Mon patron a écrit sur Teams à notre stagiaire pour voir si le collègue qui avait fait un malaise allait mieux. A NOTRE STAGIAIRE. Et ce n’était pas une histoire de présence au bureau ou d'indisponibilité hein… on ne sait pas pourquoi, on était tous là.
De mon côté, j'ai subi une humiliation collective de la part de deux prestataires - des mecs qu’on paie en tant que client hein… Dès que mon patron quittait la réunion, ils me faisaient passer un sale quart d'heure et niaient mes compétences et me coupaient la parole, ils reprenaient mes documents et me faisent des commentaires professionnellement insignifiant “alors là tu as utilisé du bleu, moi je préfère le rouge” . Une collègue américaine aussi se mêlait constamment de mes missions, me disant qu’en anglais je ne devais pas dire X à un client, mais plutôt Y, alors que son département et le mien n'avaient rien à voir. Elle gérait la cantine de la boîte, tandis que je travaillais dans la production artistique. Je ne dis pas ça en termes de hiérarchie, mais vraiment, son “bon conseil” c’était 50 remarques par semaine parce que mes R étaient trop français, et mon accent n'était pas à la hauteur. Elle me reprenait pour chaque coquille. J’ai fini par craquer et lui dire que ça fait 9 ans qu’elle est à Paris et qu'elle ne sait toujours pas demander une chouquette à la boulangerie - eh oh ça va ! Ce même patron avait un chouchou bébé, tout le monde savait qu’il était lourd, trèèèèès lourd, avec les femmes, surtout nos stagiaires. Il a fallu qu’une stagiaire viennent casser un ordinateur au bureau avec des captures d’écrans de ce chouchou pour que le patron fasse quelque chose, et oui. Et ce qui est marrant, après licenciement, il l’a quand même aidé à trouver un nouvel emploi dans son “vaste réseau”. #metoo ? haha of course you too!
Un soir, je suis rentrée tard, et j'ai découvert qu’un collègue avait oublié son ordinateur allumé. Par gentillesse, je l'éteins, parce qu’on est écolo dans cette boîte, oui, et je tombe sur Teams où ils parlaient de mes chaussettes, de mon physique, de mes joues... Un chat entier dédié à critiquer mon apparence, des photos prises à mon insu pour rire de moi. Bon je suis consciente d’être une femme belle, je suis pas canon, mais je sais que je plais et que je n’ai rien de repoussant, mais bon lire ces choses a été extrêmement douloureux. J’ai tout extrait pour la procédure judiciaire, mais finalement je n’ai rien fait…. Par contre, j'ai commencé à devenir ce que mon patron qualifiait "d'agressive". Et le jour où il me l'a dit, je me suis tue et je me suis sentie très mal, car dans sa tête, je suis "agressive" simplement parce que je suis une femme avec des sourcils plus noirs et froncés, une voix qui porte un peu plus, et qui refuse de fermer sa gueule. Et puis désillusion ? Je pensais m’échapper aux clichés peut-être, je sais pas ? Ou vraiment il me manque des codes ?
Non non je me remets en question, je me dis que peut-être j'étais vraiment agressive. Mais faut-il vraiment faire du lourd pour être agressive envers quelqu'un ? Je me rends compte que c'est peut-être une différence culturelle. Dans notre monde des grands ensembles HLM, on est entre nous, on ne nous apprend pas la sournoiserie des mots, les mimiques offensantes, la patience face aux mesquineries. Je viens d'un environnement social qui se nourrit de la confrontation, on se construit sur celle-ci, sur un mécontentement exprimé de manière ferme, on s’en fiche de la politesse, tout le monde est cru avec nous de toute façon. Et je commence alors à traverser une crise énorme : mon vécu ne sera jamais à la hauteur des autres, car mon processus de socialisation n'a absolument rien à voir.
Et puis, je ne vous le cache pas, l'argent qu'on vole au CNC et à l'État. Ce patron n’avait aucune compétence mais alors aucune… La boîte était dans un constant flux de survivance, il fallait avoir X financement pour qu’elle survive et je ne sais quoi. Mon cul. L’argent allait dans les voyages pour tous les évènements cinéma du monde entier… Sundance, Berlin, Venise, et puis fiouuuu l'important c'est d'aller à Cannes, de faire son show, de pouvoir dire "roh Cannes est là, pfiou, je suis déjà fatiguée, quelle emmerde !" et si tu n’y vas pas c’est la mort, ta carrière commence à mourir, attention hein, c’est la fin… sauf que tout le monde s’en fout, puis cette boîte, vraiment, les patrons au sommet sont tellement mal vus dans le milieu du cinéma :D c’est pas grave, on y va, il faut se montrer à tout prix, c'est le show, le rush, le moi, le moi, le nous, mais surtout le néant total. Je réalise à Cannes dernier que cela fait 8 ans, l'équivalent de mon expérience dans ce joli monde, que je n'ai pas vu de film, lu de livres, écouté un album, pour en apprécier leur valeur de divertissement, d'apprentissage, de poétique, leur univers en soi, et les laisser guider mon instinct. Non je les consommais uniquement par analyse compétitive et opportunisme. Et un début de crise déjà, tout est insignifiant soudainement, j’écoute de la musique mais ? j’aime ou pas ? Et si j’aime, c’est mon moi-être qui aime ? ou mon-moi stratège qui veut l’imager en production ? Idem pour les livres, les histoires qu’on me raconte en soirée, ou celle que j’entends dans la rue, le train, les restaus…. Vraiment, le mal et le vide en moi, un puit sans fond, une chute qui n’arrive pas… ça dure
En décembre, je suis tombée malade, mais alors... quelle maladie. Je ne pouvais pas traverser ça toute seule. Dans ma tête, j'étais très proche de la mort, et j'ai été rapatriée d'urgence de Paris à la maison de campagne de mes parents. Je faisais du télétravail. Mon patron et son associé me disaient "oui bon, l'important quand on a un arrêt maladie, c'est de nous le dire qu'on puisse prévoir". Bon j’aurai pas du l’envoyer à ma sortie des urgences à 4h32 du matin, mais peut-être à mon entrée à 19h11 la veille, je sais pas hein.. Puis personne ne retient, personne ne comprends que je me sois écroulée dans la rue en rentrant du boulot, et qu'avant de perdre conscience, j'ai réalisé que deux connards me touchaient le corps et je ne pouvais rien faire.. et puis une dame est restée avec moi et m'a tenue la main, elle m'a accompagnée aux urgences, elle m'a emmenée chez moi récupérer des affaires en voiture, que Dieu et tous les univers la bénissent.
J'ai trouvé un nouveau travail, proche de chez mes parents, mais j'ai peur de sortir, de prendre le bus, le tramway, le train, je suis tétanisée quand je suis seule, je tremble assise derrière le chauffeur de bus, aller à la pharmacie, même prendre l'air... c'est dur. Puis, je n'ai plus d'ami(e)s par ici. Je fais des crises, pas des crises d'angoisse, mais des crises de peur de ne pas pouvoir contrôler mon corps. et je me dis, je fais quoi si j’ai un cancer demain? Comment je gère quelque chose comme ça si même une maladie a été si difficile à surmonter? Comment je gère un viol? Oui j’y pense, et j’ai peur. J'ai l'impression que mon corps ne m'appartient plus et qu'il ne veut plus de moi, il m'a lâchée ce soir de décembre et depuis il veut plus que je l'occupe. Et puis j'ai encore mon préavis, je dois encore bosser pour cette boîte de production, même si j'ai accepté mon nouveau poste. Et là, seigneur, je propose à mon patron de recruter mon stagiaire précédent, il est d'accord. Et alors ce stagiaire, tout le monde l'aime, il a eu un accueil des meilleurs, alors que moi ? On m'a traitée comme une merde parce que j’ai refusé les avances d’un ancien. J'essaie de ne pas réduire ça à "c'est parce qu'il a des couilles", mais en vrai de vrai, c'est vraiment parce qu'il a des couilles et que c'est un mec, parce que mon patron annonce son arrivée en visio à l'équipe en disant "les choses seront plus cools avec lui, il y aura moins de réactions et plus d’actions". Et ça fait super mal.
Puis on a reçu un giga financement que j'avais négocié et préparé le dossier, et c'est la dernière semaine de mon préavis, je me mange un giga cadeau et une cérémonie d'adieu tout ça parce que "faut qu'on garde contact comme ça tu peux bosser dessus en freelance". Ah bon ? Et puis je commence mon nouveau travail, le cadre est vraiment... wow. Je le dis après pas mal de temps là, entreprise cocooning, il n'y a pas de police, les gens sont là pour s'aider mutuellement, avancer de manière collective, je sens une gentillesse et une bonté auprès des gens - bon après il y a les personnalités et le tempérament de chacun - mais il n'y a pas ce voile de "mauvais", personne n’est là pour s’impressionner, Yvette parle de son herpès, personne juge, tout le monde est gentille quoi, vraiment, que se passe-t-il ? Je ne me pose pas la question "qui va me nuire aujourd'hui ?"
Et là, il est 10h, c'est mon premier jour hein, premier appel de ce patron de cinéma : ils ont besoin de mon aide. Ok, bon ça passe. Puis un second appel, et ça continue. Bon je lui dis clairement que non.
En parallèle, je me force à prendre le tram pour mon nouveau travail, j'essaie et au bout d'un moment, les tremblements de peur sont partis. J'ai toujours un peu peur, mais mon corps a compris le message : tu n'es pas en danger dans ce tramway. Si je change et c'est le bus, bon ça revient, mais c'est un travail à faire je suppose.
Puis j'ai un bureau à moi, il n'y a pas d'open space, c'est calme. Je suis surprise par la bonté des gens encore, oui vraiment, alors c'est l'effet petite ville peut-être, je ne sais pas, mais je commence à me sentir mieux. Je commence à reprendre goût à la lecture, au temps passé seule, et sans peur - bon je suis encore chez maman papa, reste à trouver un appartement et franchir le cap de la solitude, - mais j’arrive à regarder des séries pour ce qu’elles me procurent aussi. Fin ça peut paraître con, mais regarder quelque chose sans prendre de notes et juste se laisser aller ? Puis il fait beau, je sors du travail, je marche sous le soleil, je rentre et bois une limonade bien fraîche sur mon balcon… Je sais pas hein c’est ma première année sans être à Cannes, et j’ai l’impression que je ne manque rien, je suis soulagée même ? Je me dis que c’est pas plus mal, j’espère que c’est bien le début de ma mort dans le cinéma, et que tout ceci est un deuil ? J’ai juste peur de ne pas pouvoir retrouver le goût et l’affection que je portais à un de mes précieux hobby qui était l’écriture de scénario et la dramaturgie
Bravo a ceux qui ont tout lu... ce post a été écrit après une session de pleurs dans la salle de bain.

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Atlantis Commission
Officer Report - Lieutenant Colonel John Shepard
CLEARANCE LEVEL 5
Well this had definitely been a very interesting couple of hours. This dimension and its people had very odd opinions and ideas. Apparently the prey species of this dimension were all obligate cowards, whose instincts compelled them to be non-violent and run from threats. At least according to themselves. There were apparently some of them who were “predator diseased” as they called it, a disease which often resulted in increased violence, aggression, lack of empathy, and unheard like behavior. It sounded to me like some form of infectious psychopathy, but the venlil assured us it shouldn't affect us since we were predators, which didn’t really ease my fears, but hopefully it was something we could figure out when we got home if it ever became a problem.
Gotta love mandatory quarantine periods woo hoo!
As scary as this odd disease sounded, my main concern at the moment was to try and turn a professed coward into someone who could at the very least defend themselves.
I looked down to the table of gear ahead of me and then over to the mostly naked Venlil to my side, and then even farther to Tiel’c who thought It would be a good idea to help oversee Farva’s rapid fire training course. I fiddled with the bluetooth earpiece which was rigged up to one of our handhelds to run a translation program to speak directly with the captain. A big step up from our unknowingly one sided communications earlier.
I stepped on the other side of the plastic table and placed my hands down upon it and looked on at my new student..
“Welcome Captain Farva to our very impromptu accelerated course on Human arms armor and basic infantry tactics.” I said gesturing to the hodge podge gear we had managed to assemble for the good captain. “Are we ready to begin?”.
She flicked her ears, somewhat nervously by the looks.
“I’d take it that's a yes then?”
“Oh yes sorry”
“Alright then, well given that most of our crew is human and the only other alien struts around naked all the time, the only gear we have on hand is for humans, So you're going to be running size smalls and it's all going to fit all a bit big” I say as I toss her the tactical vest. ”Here try this on, we can try to tighten it up if it's a bit loose anywhere”. The captain wrestles with the buckles a bit, and Teal'c helps her tighten up some of the top straps, as the Venil’s shoulders weren't as broad as humans. Farva gave Teal’c an odd look, but seemed appreciative none the less.Once finished, she grasped the vest in her paws with interest. “This armor seems quite lightweight, which is nice, weight is often an issue that causes us to forgo armor, since heavy armor would hurt our running ability.” Farva remarks. “Also the sheer amount of pockets seems quite excessive, what do you need all these for?”
“Well for starters it's currently missing these '' I hand Farva one of the armor plates which she looks over. “That is a depleted Naquadria ceramic composite plate. It’s designed to stop bullet impacts and dissipate energy weapon blasts. It slots into that chest compartment in the front and back of your armor.”
“This isn't quite what Id imagine for the armor of your kind”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well judging by your ships I would have imagined you would put more emphasis on defense Your predatory nature would make you less likely to run away from conflict allowing for more encompassing armor to cover more than just your chest, since you have less need to run.”
She would put it like that.
“Well there are a number of reasons for that, a lot to do with those excess pockets you mentioned. For starters you will not be carrying the same amount of gear that the standard infantry unit would normally be carrying, we are preparing you for a quick in and out op. Normally us expedition teams need to be deployed into unknown territory for extended periods of time, we need to carry everything we might need with us from food, bullets, weapons, to comms gear, sensors, repelling equipment etc. The weight from all that gear adds up fast; In order to stay sufficiently mobile and combat effective; we only carry enough armor to protect our vitals, head and torso, anything else can hopefully be patched up by a field medic.”
Tielc gave his piece as well. “It is important to know when to run both towards and aways from one's foes, not every battle can be won through strength alone, but by strategy and cunning. Being able to reposition oneself quickly is therefore highly advantageous”
Farva seemed to freeze at Teal'c's statement, not out of fear I think, she instead had a distant look in her eye. To snap her out of her slump I handed her a standard ballistic helmet.
Seeming to get the idea she looked at it oddly and tried it on. It confirmed to her head shape decently well but depressed her ears to either side of her head, kind of resembling what one might imagine a sad bunny rabbit to look like “I don't think this will be something I can bring with me” she said ” I can't use ear signals and this will muffle my hearing.”
“Why don’t you keep it on for the time being, I think any extra hearing protection might be useful considering what we are about to try next.” I hand Farva some ballistic ear protectors, slightly modified and somewhat ramshackle. “One of the corporals worked closely with Nurse Fila to get an idea for safe decibels levels for your kind, we were also able to get these earbuds molded to fit into your ear canal better”
Farva took them and slipped them in. “These are a bit uncomfortable, what do I need these for?”
“You'll need them for this” I say as I unsnap the clasps on the weapons case revealing its contents.
The content seems to capture Farva’s interest, getting a slight tail wave.
“Okay So this here is a p90, It carries a 50 round top loading magazine of teflon coated armor piercing ordnance. With a cyclical rate of fire of 900 rounds per minute.”
Farvas ears perk up at this. “This seems like an efficient design, I take it these are a flashlight and laser sight for accuracy?” She asked, pointing to the top of the weapon.
“Yes we also have holographic and acog optics which will help line up targets from farther away.” I look on as Farva picks up the weapon and inspects it, testing the weight as I note that it will weigh a fair bit more once loaded. But she doesn't seem to be struggling with the weight. I can't help but notice good firearm safety as well, she keeps her finger well off the trigger and takes care to keep her weapon pointed aways from anyone else.
“This seems like a solid design but I'm not sure how useful those weapon optics would be, as they are not designed for my side facing eyes”
“I'm sure our master at arms can figure something out, why don't we give it a test fire first tho, before we send it off to make adjustments.” I instruct her on how to load the weapon and turn the safety off. I warn her of the sound it makes. And while definitely taken aback by the recoil and sound at first, she quickly gets the hang of it, she has some respectable shot groupings in both single fire and in short bursts. And keeps the rounds reasonably centered while firing in full auto.
She did a whole lot better than I would have initially suspected given her performance in the hanger bay a day before.
“The rate of fire seems useful” Farva spoke “This would be useful for our soldiers, our accuracy falters when we are panicked, and the increased shot count should guarantee some hits based on volume of fire alone” she finished with a dejected expression.
She quickly places the weapon back in its case, as if it burned to touch.” I don't know if I should be armed for this mission, at least not with that weapon, I don't want to miss and hit one of you in the back!”
“What? Nonsense, you are a great shot, and this is just a precaution in case we get separated or flanked and need some covering fire. If our guys are doing their job right you shouldn't need to fire a single round anyways.”
Captain Farva’s breathing started to hasten, earlier I might have thought it was fear, but I was starting to get an idea of what the captain's issues were. I’ve seen this before.
“I.. I can’t be trusted with this responsibility, every time I am left in charge of something, every time people put their lives in my paws I ....”
“Farva, don’t you start with me now you hear.” I said sternly, swiftly capping off her inevitable spiral of self doubt.
“But.. no.. you don’t understand”
Stopping her again I spoke. “But nothing, what happened before on that ship, and back at that colony is in the past. I don’t know your whole situation, but from what I have gathered from the crew It was nothing good. You feel responsible and it's eating away at you, and frankly it doesn’t matter if that's true or not. Accidents happen, people make mistakes, and when that happens we need to learn, take those lessons to heart, and don't let it stop us from helping people in the present. If you let guilt, or fear of mistakes stop you, then bad guys have already won, all without having to have fired a shot”
Farva is quiet for a short time, I was hoping I got through to her, I'm not the best and pep talks and this certainly wasn’t your typical weapons demo, if only everyones could go as smoothly as Ronan’s.
Farva spoke quietly, arms pressed up against her chest, she looked so sad, defeated, and small. Well more than usual anyways. “We can't be strong like you humans, we are too emotional and when we are scared we run away or we lock up and...”
“And that is clearly not the case with you captain Farva” Teal’c finally reentered the conversation having heard enough. “You have shown courage with every action you have taken so far, your actions have saved the lives of many of your crew, every time you have been threatened you acted not just to protect yourself but others as well. You attempted to contend with beings many times your size without even thinking about it, all in the effort to protect others, and this is only in the time we have known you, this speaks nothing of your actions over the colony. You are a warrior of admirable courage Captain Farva, your self doubt is unearned.”
A single tear rolled down Farva’s eyes which she quickly wiped away. “That was very nice of you to say, but I'm not brave like you say, I was terrified out of my mind the whole time.”
Teal’c looked puzzled. “I did not call you brave, I said you were courageous.”
Farva shot back with the little venlil one up one down ear flick I had very quickly learned was confusion.” I'm confused you just said brave twice”
“Hmm it appears your language does not contain the word I am using, I apologize I am not used to speaking through a translator” Teal’c relented “ There are two words I am using admittedly in slightly different forms, bravery and courage. Bravery or to be brave is to lack fear, to not be afraid to begin with. Courage tho, Is a trait far more admirable. Courage is to be afraid, to have fear, to worry about one's own mortality and personal safety. It is to acknowledge risk, danger, to feel fear, but to act in spite of it.”
“Had I not met your kind before I would have thought predators don't feel fear.”
“Everyone fears feel Farva, It is how we overcome it that determines our worth as warriors”
Teal’c picks up the p90 and returns it to Farvas hands.
“Your people need a warrior Farva, a warrior who protects the innocent and guides the lost to safety. You have shown how collected you can be in the heat of battle, You have already proven your worth in our eyes Farva, now you must do the same in your own. The greatest enemy lies not without” Teal’c places his hand firmly on the venlil’s chest “But within”.
After Action Report - Venlil Colonial Defense Force
Subject : Chief Engineer Donu
I fiddled with my holopad, Its small surface area proving to be a consistent source of annoyance in my current endeavor. Gone was the large workspace afforded to me by my holotable back in my office. Instead I had to work with the scaled down portable holotablet I was just fortunate enough to have strapped to my person when I was beamed away from our last ship. I was stuck with its smaller keyboard and slower rendering speeds.
An annoyed smooth skin alien looked over my shoulder at my device, attached to it was a jury rigged fiber optic cable, slotted into a terran silicon to crystal patch cable, which would convert the electrical signals broadcasted by my tablet into a bandwidth that the terrans crystalline based computers; which they used for highly complex tasks like hyperdrive and transporter systems; could use, and then It was patched again in a even stranger connector to patch into the odd asgard computer stones.
All in all it looked like someone tried to plug a regular computer into some crystal construct like you would find in a fantasy holonovel, and again plugged that into a harchen heat rock sauna lounge. Finally branching out from this conglomeration was a simple copper based wire that connects to a computer terminal at which currently sat the late Doctor Rodney Mckay. A title upon initially hearing led me to believe he was a medical doctor, which led to a flurry of medical questions that he had absolutely no means of answering.
While this odd alien nomenclature was interesting, what intrigued me more was his actual area of expertise, theoretical astrophysics, as well as a number of other diverse specialties and fields. Not to mention not only was he a great scientist who had he been raised in the more civilized portion of this galaxy, would have knowledge and aptitude that would put him alongside some of Aafas greatest minds, but he was also an engineer without peer, at least in this galaxy. His interactions with general Samantha Carter hinted at her possibly being his match if not more. For a species that was supposed to glorify violence the decision to have a scientist be arguably the most senior member of what was by their admission a military vessel spoke to their commitment to knowledge and understanding, a very noble prey-like goal.
I looked warily at the lines of code at my screen, the asguard translation program had earlier scanned our ship and was able to parse written languages, but complex files, like images and 3d design schematics were harder to encode and decode from our perspective systems. As is stands we have 3 completely separate computer architectures, the asguard can talk to human computers and the venlil computers can talk to the asguard computers, It sounds like we would have everything we need to get a human C.A.D schematic into a venlil holotablet right? Wrong! And you're stupid for entertaining such a idiotic notion! Parsing text from raw binary is relatively straight forward, you're just looking for patterns, repeating bit combinations that might infer letters and then iterating them over millions of times looking for patterns, letters, words, and then with a bit of help from some undecoded analog audio transmission, spoken language. This is a far cry from actual procedural communication protocols,the ones that allow for file transfers, exactly what we needed if we were to get Rodney's redesigned part schematics into a format and medium that can be plugged into a suitable fabricator. Assuming one still exists, which I can reasonably assume it does.
Speaking of which, I have just made something of a breakthrough. For upon my screen appears a simple geometric hydrogen cube, we’re talking vertices, planes, material data, everything we need for a usable design file.
I let out an excited pent up yip, the culmination of hours of frustrating software integration work. Unfortunately I startled Rodney, who lets out a panicked gasp and clutches his chest pelts with one of his paws.
“Oh god…..” He gasps, pointing at me “Please.. don’t do that”
“Sorry!” I say a bit meekly. I slowly approach him so as to not make him unnecessarily uncomfortable and show him my work.
“I got the file exchange set up, all we need from you is to finish any modifications to your part, upload them to my holopad, and then we can print away at any class 3 or above fabricator we can scrounge up on Brayga colony.”
“Ok.. um.. got it, I'm almost done i’m just you know” He points a lone grasping appendage at his screen,”Running some simulations, making sure everything is up to spec.” keeping his response kurt. “Sorry for freaking out there.”
I nod my head in the human display of affirmation and return to my workstation to further bug check my work, to test potentially problematic edge cases for when he finishes. Tho Rodney's continued odd behavior intruded on my thoughts.
I should have felt empowered, being able to intimidate this ‘massive beast’, but I didn't. I didn't like being feared, his people have been nice to me, Rodney himself courteous to a fault and desperate for positive attention.
I thought I could expect predators to be fearless but that clearly wasn't the case, rodney was fearful, nervous, had I not known better I would say defective, and while it annoyed his crew, they didn't berate him for it, or attempt to assert dominance, they encouraged it even with placating words and tried to help him through it, they encouraged and supported him like a proper herd, even if sometimes it took the form of what the human would call a playful ribbing. I supposed I could help him as well.
I approached him again, careful to make my approach known to him, making sure to approach from within his limited field of vision. He looks up at me with a wide eyed glare, had I not known him I might have assumed it was hunger, but I did and knew it to be concern.
“Uh high Donu.. um whats up?”
“Why are you afraid of us rodney?”
“Wa-What, me afraid?” he gives out a panicked laugh ”uh no no, I'm not afraid, you know just a bit weirded out I'm just getting used to you all, it's not a fear thing it's a a…. Just getting used to new aliens thing, ask Hermirod we went through this whole song and dance right buddy”
Hermirod furrowed his brow and gave an irritated sigh from across the room.
I reached out to take Rodney by the paw.
His whole body flinched at my mere touch, I quickly withdrew my paw.
“Oh.. um.. I didn't…”
“Rodney! It's okay, your crew doesn’t seem to care when you show fear, and neither do I. Why are you afraid of us? You are almost twice our size and surely double our strength, most venlil would scream and run in terror at the mere sight of you. What's wrong?”
Rodney let out a sigh. “Oh its, we don't have to talk about this, I can deal with this, I deal with scary situations all the time, it's fine, I'll be fine.”
“Rodney, my people are a very emotional, empathic people, we are open with our feelings and with our fear, and the fear of the one can affect the herd, please let me help you. I don’t know what to expect from your society but I promise I wont judge you for your fear or emotions, I mean look at many of my crew mates, we are no one to judge”
Rodney shot back “You didn't seem to be so bothered”
“I’m too old to care, I was about to retire, hell I was about to die as far as I knew, Brayga colony was supposed to be a quiet place to lay back, work on some hobbies, plant a garden and pester the young men of my colony until I either dropped dead of boredom or got lucky” I joked.
That seemed to raise Rodney's mood somewhat. He sighed and seemingly relented.
“It’s… a dumb story, I don't even know why it affected me so much, I come from a place on earth called Canada, people don't usually believe me when I say I am from there, us Canadians are notoriously friendly and I guess I haven’t exactly filled that mold for a lot of my life, but hey I'm working on it, people like me, I have lots of friends back at Atlantis” He says the last sentence in a way as if it isn't me he's trying to convince.
“I'm sure you do, Rodney, You seem like quite the charming individual when you're not cowering!”
“Ha ha thanks, maybe you could come and visit sometime. Tell that to doctor Becket, really nice guy, smart man, he would love to meet you, he loves investigating new species. But back on topic, oh boy, so me and my sister Jeannie were on a family trip to rural Vancouver to visit my grandpa's farm, he kept a lot of goats, not for eating or anything, they were essentially pets that he would use for milk”
“Wait hold on? You drink milk from other animals! Do your females not produce enough milk for their young?”
“Oh um no, we just sort of drink it or ferment it into cheese!”
“Ferment? You mean spoil?
“Yeh”
I reeled from this plasma blast of a statement, I like any right minded venlil had a number of nightmares about being an arxur’s cattle before, especially when I first learned about those things in primary school, but never once had it crossed my mind that we could be used for something so weird. What the speh was I supposed to do with that information?
“Maybe you should get back on topic”
“Yeh sorry about that uh.. Anyways the momma goat had just had a litter of babies, and their real cute when their little, so late in the day when my grandpa was asleep we snuck out to the pens so we can play with the little baby goats, our grandpa told us not to but you now how kids are.”
At this I think back to a young Nyan, as I teach him the inner working of the hyperdrive, I tell him he’s not cleared yet to operate in this engine compartment alone, but I could tell from the occasional caught black hairs and dropped writing implements, there had been a number of curious unauthorized expeditions into its inner workings, he didn't really listen either.
“My sister as always was trying to be the voice of reason, wanting to take it slow. If I was paying attention I might have noticed the angry moma goat who didn’t appreciate the strange human messing with her children.”
The color seemed to drain from his face.
“I uh…” He began to stutter again ”I screamed, a lot, it was rather undignified, she ran right at me, thank god it wasn't a male goat, one with horns, I tired to run but I was hit in the back and knocked over and kicked real good in the head, like wake up in the vet clinic a quarter mile down the road kind of bad”
“This goat was a prey animal?”
“That would be what your kind focuses on”
“Oh sorry”
“Anyways It seems dumb but I have just never been good with animals since then, especially ones that look like you; no offense; I'm getting better but when I first saw you guys in the hangar bay, I was just that dumb kid again, getting in way over my head, scared for my life. I guess there is something to be said about childhood trauma. I really should be over this, I'm getting better with it I swear it’s just”
I take his paw again, he doesn't flinch this time.
“I'm a venlil, a prey animal, I know fear, I know what it is to live in fear, It rattles your brain, it turns your paws to wet grains. It takes great strength to overcome it, to push it aside just long enough to protect the herd. Your herd relies on you Rodney and you are doing a great job in spite of your fear, in spite of having to work with those you fear. You have achieved intellectual feats that rival the greatest minds of the federation and all that while struggling with a traumatic experience. Fear isn’t dumb and there is nothing wrong with you for feeling it.”
“Thank you” Rodney says “That means a lot, I won't be like forever I promise, I just need some time.”
“We will laugh about this someday,” I assured. “Nothing as big and intelligent as you should be afraid of anything”
“Are you calling me fat?” Rodney exclaimed with fake offense.
We both chuckled.
My kind words had resulted in a more upright posture, and a more cheerful demeanor from the human, almost like when I congratulated Nyan on his work, and it got me a look at that happy snarl of his, that I was starting to grow quite fond of.
After Action Report - Venlil Colonial Defense Force
Subject : Apprentice Engineer Nyan
Oh wow! I get to write a report for this mission! I never get to write reports, Donu says they're too boring, but there’s so many interesting things going on all the time. Sometimes I sneakily write my own! Just for fun of course, nobody sees them, which is probably for the best as I sometimes get excited and embellish them slightly. One of the reports I wrote was about the time Donu used nothing but a wad of electrical tape, a bottle of high grain venlil alcohol and a pocket knife to repair a venlil medical ship just in time to get out of the way of a big scary space predator, with glowing red eyes and a million tentacles!
Anyways Im not sure If im suppose to write these In present tense first person or past tense. I asked the captain and she said it's whatever so long as I make sure any pertinent dialogues are properly quoted(“”).
“Nobody usually reads these things anyways.” She said, but this one is surely going to be so exciting, who could look away!
I mean who's gonna scoff at a chance to read about friendly predators from another dimension! A dimension of friendly predators who give warm head scratches and hand out yummy strayu not strayu treats called donuts, that are somehow fluffier than strayu, and have a nice moisture to them. I asked for the recipe but Samantha said we wouldn't have the ingredients back on Venili prime to make them, and Teal'c said the recipe is an old family secret. Its weird predators would be so protective of their plant snacks.
There are so many weird things about these predators, they have nurturing instincts that make them find us cute. They stay perfectly balanced even if they don’t have tails, swinging their arms and body all over the place to keep upright like a lopsided gyroscope, it's pretty funny looking!
They also wear artificial pelts all the time, which I thought was weird, I thought maybe the ships temperature was set by the angry gray alien since he’s the only crew member beside the venlil who walks around naked all the time, maybe he had a fit when it was to warm, and the humans obliged him cause they were worried they would make him even angrier, and wore clothes to make up for the cold. I thought this made sense, a lot of their technology does seem to come from the Asguard, maybe he has more say in the goings on of the ship because of that. But apparently humans just like wearing pelts all the time. They feel uncomfortable without them and don’t like it if you try to remove them or look up their upper artificial pelts they call shirts.
The humans are so weird, I don’t even have to embellish my reports to make it more interesting. Like that time with the big tentacled space predator. That may sound real compared to this stuff but it Isn't, Ha! I bet you fell for it at first, hook line and sinker! Like the humans would say. I think I used that saying right, I'm not sure what it means, but Shepard brought it up when he was telling a story about the wraith.
The humans are so nice, instead of exterminating their predators they try to cure them! Their doctors are working to modify the wraith so they don't have to eat humans anymore, so they can be friendly predators too.
Anyways I should probably get to the actual report part of this report. Farva says I should start after I went off with Samantha to work on some special astrophysics equations she said I would be good at. I kind of wanted to go with Donu to help Rodney get the new parts they needed, or Farva to help rescue our people, but the humans and even the angry gray alien got really weird when Farva mentioned taking me on the mission. Samantha seemed to want me to help her really badly so I didn’t mind. Samantha says I have the most important part to our mission. She's teaching me about how humans communicate through subspace, and about stellar drift equations. We are working on what she calls the exit strategy.

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Yo dudes, what class is lit goldfarmer class in Cata?
Like, in Vanilla or SoD now, it definatly either Mage or a Hunter, or maybe shaman ooor paladin. What about Cata? Is anything changed? Is it still the same classes or other classes good as well? What class should I pick for my goldfarming alt in Cata?

Hey guys, not entirely sure how formatting works for Reddit as I am a serial lurker. I have played various private servers, from as pure to custom as they come. I've had servers where I have stayed for years and years and we have all experienced ones that started as a passion project and turned pay-to-win or the developer was in over his head and no changes were ever made until the server died.
Let me preface by saying I have no stakes in this server whatsoever. Just a dude who found this random server and fell in love with it. and want everyone to experience the same joy (hopefully). Sparked a part of WoW for me that I thought died long ago.
Anyway, I'm here to vouch for a new server I have been playing called Frostforge. It's a 3.3.5 realm 4x rates but progressive starting with vanilla. level 60 is the max, but the cool shit is this NPC Bot Module thing they have. You hire 4 bots that level and gear with you. They essentially feel like your 4 alts. Level cap is 60 but the owner keeps everyone up to date and does community polls for the release of TBC which seems like sometime in the summer. 2x talents, wotLK talent tree, but you raid vanilla with players and your bots. There's been a few posts here already about it so I won't just do the typical list of things. I just want to post as a player, if you're ever bored and looking for a new home, try Frostforge.
I came from the hardcore arena-tournament days where the idea of leveling made me want to puke, high xp pvp and I've been playing like crazy on this pve realm having the time of my life. It doesn't feel like "oh here's another private server reskinned". The most quality of life changelog updates!
The best part though? No pay2win bullshit. Seems the owner has an actual job and just has cosmetic shit in the shop because we harassed him to put one. Try it out, if you hate it, you can blame me, but if you love it, I hope to raid with you soon!
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The drop off of player base has been felt. I myself am just about ready to stop playing, currently raid logging. But, what if it’s now planned. Have people test out Cata and MoP/retail, get them hooked there. Then wait for drop off or drought to release phase 4..
Or, the player base has dropped and then are just letting everyone settle and take a break from the constant play time of wow to release when basically stagnant but have a 2 week+ advertisement and info promo to hype the release.
These could happen together

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I do not know who is downvoting this post but wow. You're either really racist, are trying so hard to not be associated with racists that you went full circle. Try explaining yourself
Wow lol people really don't like this. Racists be racists and the virtuous are just confused hahahaha

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