Wildstar just released. Think Firefly with cute bunny eared critters and such.
A full review will probably find its way here in the next couple of weeks.
In the meantime, I thought I’d entertain the four people who read this with a couple of actual text message conversations spawned by my time in Wildstar thus far.
Oh and *puts on braggy pants* my buddy Stargrace is the CM for the game. Yeah, that’s right. Be envious!
WARNING!!! Contains profanity. Cause I get irksome.
me: Trying to get to Thayd. But these guys are needy f*ckers and keep adding more tasks to my list.
They’re all like, well since you’re there…
And I’m like omg get your own damn eggs!
me: And they’re all, come on. It’s a couple of flower petals. What could go wrong?
And I’m like omg fine. But after this shwarma. And then the flower’s guardian spirit jumps my ass.
And I’m like f*ck shwarma. You bitches owe me lobster.
me: And then they’re all, oooh look! You leveled. And I’m like goddamn right bitches. Cause you had me killing every living thing on the f*cking planet. What kind of hippie treehuggers are you?!?!?
Terrifying space monkeys. Killed me.
me: Oh sure. Laugh it up.
You weren’t covered in space monkey poop.
If you’re getting the notion that my tribulations provide endless amusement… You’d be right. Now, pardon me, while I go deal some serious revenge killing on some pixilated space monkeys.