Private servers, while quite interesting, are really crappy to play on. Most people with experience in setting them up know this.
I can’t at all agree with others who say that your diet sounds boring. It sounds remarkably similar to mine (sans cannabis and gin) and I absolutely love salmon, chicken, vegetables, etc.
Wasted a summer trying to resurrect General Leo. *pre-internet sigh*
The level cap really bothers me. Not because I want to grind until I am blue in the face and am basically a God within the game, but because once you hit level 12, you lose practically all sense of progression since the treasure system is so uninteresting.
I agree his chances are sadly slim, but I think I agree with the AP article where it says his presence might very well force Hilary to lean more left on her promises than if he were absent. This feels like a good thing.
She now has a worthy challenger:
I love this game so very much. If anyone getting it plays on a modern PC (likely most people), there are just a couple steps to get it working right. Don’t be daunted! It’s easy, and quite worth it.
I love this game so very much. If anyone getting it plays on a modern PC (likely most people), there are just a…
Wow, I had absolutely no idea the servers were even still online for this game. Crazy that they even keep a development team around! Not even Asheron’s Call can boast that anymore...
It's a rule if you believe in the invisible haaaaannnndddddd
As someone who does software testing for a living, I can indeed verify that if I am doing it right, I absolutely approach my job like a monkey with a hammer. It’s best to approach things precisely as a user might!
Ok, but there's certainly not more crime, as some fear-mongers tried to convince everyone of.
I, too, am worried that Taco Bell has been sneaking beluga caviar into my burritos.
disregard.
I once kited Uvuros (elite quest corehound in Shadowmoon Valley) from Shadowmoon Valley all the way to Shattrath, and had him breathe all over A'dal, killing it. A'dal had a weirdly low health pool for such a supposedly powerful being.
I used to think cracker referred to the crumbly, white biscuit one might enjoy cheese or possibly smoked salmon upon. You know, like saltines. It always seemed like kind of a frivolous insult- like what can you actually call a white person that might hurt his or her feelings in the context of society?
For real thought these were skin grafts.
It is a truly exceptional piece of music.