I’m usually always going on and on about my fascination with the RNG gods. To say i’m a bit superstitious would be a huge understatement. Deep down i know fully well it’s all a bunch of malarky, but acknowledging it’s ridiculousness keeps me going when the numbers are against me. For the most part, they tend to be against me quite a lot. So much so that i must curse them quite often
There’s always that one rare occasion when the powers that be mock me in the most unfair way possible. By that i of course mean with what i would call wasted luck. In this specific situation, I’m referring to rewarding me with a very rare item that i already have. An item i spent a very long time farming on numerous alts on a weekly basis.Â Flametalon of AlysrazorÂ to be more precise. I don’t think i’ve ever been more annoyed at receiving a drop in my life. First world problems.
The hilarity of it all is that the only reason i was even farming Firelands was to complete my transmog set on a newly leveled Rogue. One that now has better luck with rare mounts that he does with actual boss loot that usually always dropped like candy for any of my other classes. Not my rogue though. Can’t get a pair of boots to drop from a rather large loot table. The mount though? No problem!
Perhaps if i was more like Garry and Wyatt, i’d use my computer to magically create my own drops or mounts. Ones that would be exactly what i was looking for. Wouldn’t that take the fun out of cursing at the screen though? You bet it would. One might ask why i would use such a device to create virtual goods when i could follow in the boys footsteps and create something more fun. If i’ve learned anything from such educational and informative films, it’s that the last thing you’d want to create is another Lisa. I’m certain there’s a little nock or nod to Mr. Jobs in there somewhere.
Garry: That’s not a bad idea.Wyatt: What?Garry: Making a girl. Actually making a girl. Like Frankenstein… except cuter.Wyatt: [stands up] You’re serious?[Gary grabs Wyatt by the collar and pulls him towards him]Garry: Look me in the eye. Do I look serious?Wyatt: Gary Wallace, that’s-that’s gross! That’s sick! I am not digging up dead girls![Gary puts his hand over Wyatt’s mouth and sits him down on the bed]Garry: No, I’m not talking about digging up dead girls, Wyatt. I’m talking about your system, idiot, your computer! – Weird Science (1985)