Venting
The following is a recreation of a conversation on the PFJ's Ventrillo server during a raid on the dark academy of Scholomance shortly before fighting Doctor Theolen Krastinov, The Butcher.
*Ventrillo is a program that allows voice communication between people logged into the server, like a walkie talkie system over the internet.
*The PFJ is my guild in World of Warcraft
*World of Warcraft is a video game I play a lot, it's online and I have a number of people I consider friends who I only know through it.
*A raid is where a large group, in this case 10, people gather together to do something unusually difficult. Attacking the high academy of the Dark arts Scholomance in this case.
*The Butcher has a legion of ghouls at his disposal. His have one particular talent though. They emit a low level of poisonous gas at all times, and when they die they burst into a cloud of gas dealing 300 damage every second you remain inside the cloud. My main character has only 3,000 health when fully healed, and I'm rarely fully healed after fighting a ghoul.
Ok now that you know what that first sentence meant, one more thing. We speak in vent but we first knew each other through guild chat. So even though we're using voice not text we know each other by our character names. That's why all the names are weird.
Slithrick: Oh crap.
Slyz (me): I hate these guys.
Silan: yeah.
Lacei: oh, you mean the green an poofy ones?
Slyz: Green and Poofy?
Lacei: Yeah, thier little cloud things are green and...
Slyz: They're the Living Undead! They're hideous monstrosities who stalk the earth plagued by their cursed immortality feasting on the dead and slaying the living. They're creatures of Ire and Hatred. They are not Green and Poofy!
Talmara: (Stifled laughter)
Slithrick: (unstifled laughter)
Sjier (who doesn't have a mic so he responds to things said in vent in text): lol
Lacei: Yeah, look at their little cloud thing looks green a poofy to me.
Slyz: Damnit Lacei your ruining the mystique.
*Ventrillo is a program that allows voice communication between people logged into the server, like a walkie talkie system over the internet.
*The PFJ is my guild in World of Warcraft
*World of Warcraft is a video game I play a lot, it's online and I have a number of people I consider friends who I only know through it.
*A raid is where a large group, in this case 10, people gather together to do something unusually difficult. Attacking the high academy of the Dark arts Scholomance in this case.
*The Butcher has a legion of ghouls at his disposal. His have one particular talent though. They emit a low level of poisonous gas at all times, and when they die they burst into a cloud of gas dealing 300 damage every second you remain inside the cloud. My main character has only 3,000 health when fully healed, and I'm rarely fully healed after fighting a ghoul.
Ok now that you know what that first sentence meant, one more thing. We speak in vent but we first knew each other through guild chat. So even though we're using voice not text we know each other by our character names. That's why all the names are weird.
Slithrick: Oh crap.
Slyz (me): I hate these guys.
Silan: yeah.
Lacei: oh, you mean the green an poofy ones?
Slyz: Green and Poofy?
Lacei: Yeah, thier little cloud things are green and...
Slyz: They're the Living Undead! They're hideous monstrosities who stalk the earth plagued by their cursed immortality feasting on the dead and slaying the living. They're creatures of Ire and Hatred. They are not Green and Poofy!
Talmara: (Stifled laughter)
Slithrick: (unstifled laughter)
Sjier (who doesn't have a mic so he responds to things said in vent in text): lol
Lacei: Yeah, look at their little cloud thing looks green a poofy to me.
Slyz: Damnit Lacei your ruining the mystique.
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