When you’re at the blackjack table, play the cards out under strict assumption that the dealer has a face card. You play this way to maintain the house edge at below 3%.
Similarly, when you’re interacting with others in wow, assume that all female belfs, including Ferraro, are 42-year old tax attorney from Cincinatti, Ohio. He’s bald. He has hairy nipples and triple-decker java the hut chin. If you were to lift his man boobs, you’ll find potato chips, movie ticket stubs, and all kinds of delicious grubs for Timon and Pumba. You play this way to keep yourself from pulling stupid shit like this:
I’m back in the game. I’ve transferred to a new server on the ALLIANCE side.**
Jong the belf pally is no more. I’m a human paladin now.
Human pally is excellent from the min-maxing stand point, but it’s terrible for blogging. It used to be… “Hellooooo, I’m a belf ret pally!”….that’s all I had to say, and it’d be hilarious. Now...Hi! I’m a human!… yeah, and? Humans have no personality. I think I’ll go dwarf.
**I changed server and faction to apply to an uber guild. My horde guild was uber too, but they raid 12 am – 3 am local time and I couldn’t commit to the schedule anymore.