Movie Summary
Exhume (ɛksˈhjuːm) To revive or restore after neglect or a period of forgetting; bring to light.
I've accumulated a lot of clips over the last few years, and even though it was my main intention to make exploration movies, most of these clips involved PVP of one sort or another. But, let's all take a moment to admit this to ourselves; the PVP in this game is incredibly stale and boring right now. I mean, ESPECIALLY right now, but has it ever really been perfect? Vanilla wow was fun when we were kids, but I remember a lot of you just rocking back and forth, turning around slowly, and hitting mortal strike every now and again, so it couldn't have been as epic as we're all remembering it to be. Seasons one through four were really cool, but while they were happening, you couldn't go into trade without getting spammed about how warlocks and resto druids were OP as hell. What I'm trying to say is, we take a lot of things for granted, but nostalgia is also a powerful veil. What really made PVP fun all of those years wasn't which expansion pack we were in, or which classes were balanced or what the gear looked like; it was the people we played with, the friends we made, and the enemies we battled. Maybe that's what we're really nostalgic about when we think back to the good times we had playing the game, and not the mechanics. That being said, this isn't a PVP movie about the mechanics, or about any sort of skill I might admit to or dismiss having. Most of the clips are just me and my friends messing around, and I thought it would be worth sharing before I deleted all of them. Thanks for reading this unusually long intro paragraph, and please enjoy the movie as much as I enjoyed making it and filming it all of these years.
In case you don't get to the end of the movie, but want to see the song list, it is as follows:
Dntel - Dumb Luck
Andrew Bird - Tables and Chairs
Helios - Every Hair on Your Head
Homestuck - Alternia
Homestuck - Darling Kanaya
Anamanaguchi - Airbrushed
Kousaki Satoru - Sanpo
Bettie Serveert - Rudder
Marti Lebow - The Time Has Come
Ludacris - Move Bitch x Lucky Star
Aphex Twin - Nanou 2
Jon Hopkins - Insides
The Cure - Just Like heaven
M83 - Beauties Can Die
Gucci Mane - Trap Talk (Toddla T Remix)
Missy Elliot - Wake Up (Ratatat Remix)
Homestuck - Rex Doudecim Angelus
Stay tuned after the film to see a preview of Prettybadguy's 9th PVP movie, which I'm sure is in store to be one of the greatest PVP movies of all time. I'm going to see how long I can make this author's comment, so don't feel the need to read any of this. Thank you again.
Note: In every clip with my rogue, I'm using Season Four arena gear or something of worse stats, like the pink dress and bunny ears. The only things I have equipped that are NOT S4 gear or worse are the two S9 daggers, and this was before T2 came out. I didn't really have to cherry pick the clips, my win loss was generally about 75-80% wins depending on who I was playing with. The only time I'm not doing this is when you can clearly see that I'm not.
This video is for SKILL purposes only, do not think I am trying to entertain you. If you are entertained, stop watching, because this video is meant to demonstrate skill, it is not meant to be enjoyed!
"Reckful already did this! He made that warglaives 2v2 movie and it kicked ass. You suck, dude..." Okay, granted the idea is the same, but he was doing 12k ambushes with 120k health, where as I'm doing the same damage with about 65k health; my style was way more risky, and frankly, looks cooler since the glorious days of BC had some rockin' gear models. I'm not saying I'm better than reckful, because that would just be stupid. He's an amazing player and he can make whatever kind of video he wants. But, I shouldn't even be arguing with you. You crawled through the sprawling hellscape of Boomkin videos and Russians that is Warmcraftmovies.com and somehow made it to my video and now YOU'RE going to shit talk me? I don't think so buddy, nice try.
Oh, one last thing. If you're still reading, you're either bored and should get a job, or you might be interested in commissioning me to make a pvp movie for you. I have a good 4 years of editing skills under my belt and a 21,000 song music collection to pull tunes from, and if watching the video, especially the dubstep scene, hasn't convinced you that I can tear shit up on the production floor, then you might be one of those guys who thinks good editing is a bunch of crazy graphics flying at your face really fast, in which case, go have Michael Bay assfuck 14 dollars out of you while you watch transformers 3. That series could not be a bigger "fuck you" to the history of media. If those robots are really so good at transforming, why can't they transform that steaming pile of shit into a movie. You know Michael Bay just wanks off onto a giant gold plated checkers board filled with random idea and pictures of your money and whatever his hellish seed lands on he goes, "Bam, add some explosions onto that idea and we're good to go" then his eye balls fall out of his skull and ridiculous amounts of money just pour like jets from his face. He doesn't even use special effects; he makes SO MUCH money off of you fucking morons that he can actually pay to have Chicago torn to shreds by giant robots. Have you seen Detroit? I don't know if anyone's told you this, but that was the old Chicago before Michael Bay's great grandfather couldn't get an erection and decided to put on a play. Needless to say, you can no longer drink water in Detroit.
My Great Grandfather, William Sherwinkle Fizzlespit, on the other hand, was a respectable man. Well, respectable for his times; I did hear that he once tried to lock pick Elenor Roosevelt's chastity belt, but you could argue that the president was just being a little too cautious. No, my family never blew up any major cities or turned any parts of the beautiful United States into a sub Mexico region. He was an explorer and an author, and even though he lied about being the first man on the moon, he wrote a lot of good novels. What follows is one of his passages:
Chapter 1: The Origin of The Universe and Four Reasons to Skip This Chapter
Before any physical objects existed in the known realm that will later be called the �Universe,� two planes of reality sat side by side from each other. They did not particularly enjoy each other�s company and decided it would be best to separate permanently, if not to prevent any future conflicts. For the sake of this chapter, we will call them Reality A and Reality L; L being the most random letter that could possibly come after A. Shortly after their separation, which by shortly I mean the universal standard for short (600 Billion Years), an accumulation of energy created by Reality A�s immediate lonesomeness birthed the origin of matter. This matter, however, was not of the matter we are accustomed to today. Instead, it was similar to objects above or below the human range of perception. Though no one knows exactly how much of it existed, most are assured that it at least existed by this point. For a very long period, and may I remind you universally long, this matter simply did nothing. It was not until the matter coincidentally arranged itself into the very first celestial objects by a margin of chance so dramatically slim, that physical things began to manifest themselves in Reality A. Eventually, due to the way in which this matter formed, sphere shaped land masses appeared in scattered formations around the plane. As the amount of these spheres grew increasingly larger, life forms began to appear on them as well; life being the standard way to describe things that are not dead, or rather, things that have the capacity to act of their own accord and not solely of the influence of Reality A�s natural forces. The sudden existence of life was not a spectacularly boring event, but it was not interesting enough for you to read this chapter.
Life is not a particularly interesting subject; one is actually more likely to find interest in a rock of an unusual sort than a usual person. However, life has the uncanny ability to pretend like it acts of its own free will. Living things are at the constant will of their body�s biological and mental needs, forcing them to act in certain ways and make decisions they might not have made had they no body. To this effect, the universe unfolded rather predictably from this point, as living things began to influence and shape the space in Universe A. Civilizations began to form, houses and families enveloped the emptiness, and laws and regulations were developed by the newly created Board of Laws and Regulations. Of course, this Board was later made corrupt by an unfortunate coup, but this is a currently irrelevant story. The life with the most illusionary control over their actions began to refer to themselves as �humans�; not because of any logical reason, but because it sounded sophisticated and rolled nicely off their tongues while they discussed their achievements on the plowing fields. Beside people, other similar life forms emerged spontaneously. While there were a few important ones, the rest are hardly worth mentioning, especially considering the incredibly vast number of them. Some of the unimportant ones included mole plants, which with their plant like appearance, managed to horrify every non expecting vegetarian in existence. Sting moths quickly became extinct, as in order for them to feed carnivorously as they did, they had to use their vital stinger which became detached after one use. However, not all of these inferior creatures were unimportant, and in fact, two of them would shape the destiny of the known universe. These two would be the Horse, and the Lion. While a ridiculously insignificant amount of them actually did anything, their race in general proves to be very boring.
While Universe A was beginning to teem with life and excitement, Universe L was beginning to grow jealous, and he would have none of it. He then decided he would forget the whole thing and grab a beer, only to realize that there was no beer in Reality L and that he would need to travel to Reality A and ask politely for some. This was, of course, something he was not ready to do. Instead, he glared angrily into the vast nothingness that was Reality L and plotted what could only be called the universe�s best murder plot (the second best going to a molecule of helium�s plan to get revenge on a more successful and much better looking molecule of nitrogen). However, without beer, the Universe had nothing to drink while he plotted against and complained about Universe A, so he decided instead to invent Fox Television and sit around all day. Universe L�s life became so boring at this point, that one could not fathom an acceptable reason to continue reading this chapter.
The lion began its existence in an arguably advantageous spot on the animal food chain; nothing of any geological relevance* preyed on lions. Lions were simply the Kings and Queens of the animal world, and it took barely any time at all for this fact to become well established. However, Lion�s were severely inept at political procedure, resulting in poor confrontations with other intelligent beings. This was most clearly seen in the first congressional meeting between representatives of the Lions with representatives of Humans, which resulted in several mangled limbs and twenty Lion-skin rugs. Despite this obvious flaw, Lions have been mostly successful at adapting to the ever expanding world, and have even managed to influence it slightly. It has been well documented that a Lion invented not only the first well received cookbook with recipes involving Zebra and Gazelle, but also the first poem performed entirely as a series of deep and horrifying growls. While neither of those achievements have been seen outside of the confines of the world, it places the Lions fifth on the popular book, �Top 50 Most Successful Creatures This Side of Ursa Minor.� The seventeenth most successful creature, and only other successful creature from Earth, was Carl Sanguine of Amherst, Massachusetts who, despite all logic and probability, won the lottery ten times in a row.
Though a prestigious list, it fails to consider the incredible achievement of one particular Lion, whose name is unimportant at this time. And although he shaped the destiny of the universe, his background as a lion is far too boring to have warranted reading this chapter.
*There was one known animal that preyed on the Lion; the Jyiloftian Lion Eater of planet Grox. However, as the nearest lion was six million light years away, it quickly became extinct.
That's it. Okay so maybe marijuana wasn't illegal back in the 30s, but at least it's something. He wrote short stories too, which back in those days were called people's books, which were short for Not Long Stories. This one has cats in it. Mew mew~
Regarding Last Weeks Unusual Weather Events,
It was maybe only half past eleven or eleven thirty when it started to rain. It wasn't the fact that I had left my umbrella at Marcey's cottage only moments before that had bothered me about the situation, nor that there didn't seem to be clouds producing the rain to begin with, but I had just washed the car a few days previous and I had no intention of washing it again so soon after. The Mrs. was bothering me about it for weeks, going on about the dust on the mirrors and how the headlights didn't seem as bright as they used to. I explained to her that I had work to do because the ministry had been short staffed and without my help, they said, they were going to have to cut expenditures to hire more workers, and that the lights were probably dim because the bulbs had not been replaced in some time, not because of the dust. "You stupid twit," she would say sometimes, "what do you even exist for?" She was probably more upset about her pot of tea which burned than the car, because I've never seen her mad about the car before, especially about it being dirty since she doesn't drive it.
Now, I'll admit that the car wasn't perfectly clean, and regardless of how they came to be that way, the lights were dim, and there was a logical point to my cleaning the car. However, consider the following: the Mrs. cleans most of the house, and the dishes and such, and she does feed the cat, but I provide the income that paid for all of these things. Not the cat, though; we found it one day sullying the neighbors garbage and noticed it had no collar. Don't ask me why we kept it, because it wasn't my idea. For all we know, it still had an owner somewhere, but now that I think about it some more, there are a lot of stray cats around. When we took him to the vet to get his shots, I asked the lady at the counter why there were so many stray cats around, but she gave me a quick answer. It was something like, "Filth, these rats. They breed like it's the end of the world or something."
"That's not very vetsman like of you to say." I replied to her. All these cats are filthy, yes, but it's a problem. She had blond hair; I've yet to meet a girl with blond hair who doesn't have something sharp in her. I didn't tell her that, because the Mrs. and I just wanted to get in and out and not cause a fuss, but it bothered me a bit. This wasn't that long ago either, about the same time the weather turned all rainy. That had bothered me too, because for a long time we had gotten a lot of sunshine and it was nice because it's rare for us to get sunshine. It never rained near the house though, which was unusual; only near the park about a kilometer down the street. There are a lot of cats there too. You don't suppose they have anything to do with the rain? I mean there's no logical connection, but it only rains near the cats, it seems. I think that's why I never really liked having our cat because it's always seemed to rain more since we got him. That might also be why I didn't really want to wash the car, even though it had started to look dusty. I knew it would rain eventually at the house, probably because of the cat. I didn't tell anyone this, especially the Mrs. because I thought it would make me seem mental. Washing the car wasn't so bad, but I was still bothered by the rain. The ministry would have known though, were my thoughts, so I decided to take a trip down to work even though it was Saturday and have an ask around.
I don't know if you've ever been to work on a Saturday, but it's a lowly bunch those days. You have to feel for the poor men, even though the weather wasn't really strolling weather anyway. There were a lot of people there for the ministry to be as understaffed as it was, which was peculiar I suppose, but I found my friend Joseph by the water cooler who I knew worked weekends sometimes and asked him about the cats.
"Cats?" he said like he didn't know what I could possibly be talking about. I felt silly but I continued and explained what I had noticed about the cats and the rain. He also noticed that there were a lot of stray cats recently, and that it was raining more than it normally did, and in strange places. Well, not strange places, but oddly specific places. "I'll look into it, but in the mean time, want to grab a drink, I'm on break." I don't know why I accepted, since my hands were dirty from the clean and I knew the only pub around the ministry office had pretty poor tasting beer for the price. He was a friend though, so we went. At the pub we met up with his friend Marcey, which is how we got to her house after a few drinks. He never went back to work, and it was getting late, so I headed out into the yard and walked down toward the street that connected with the street that my home was on. It was about a hundred paces down that I had realized I had forgotten the umbrella that I brought along with me to the ministry incase my theory was correct, which it was, because at about that moment it began to rain. But not from clouds; instead, it rained from what was apparently nothing. But it didn't rain above nothing, because I was pretty close to the park. The one with all of the cats.
I am not a man of science, nor did I do very well in school, especially regarding scientific subjects. Interestingly enough, I even took a course once on weather events, but it was too early to pay attention in and instead I spent a lot of my time in the class sleeping, or when we received maps to work on, doodling. I was a horrible doodler too, but not so horrible that I couldn't draw for my own amusement, and not so horrible at science that I could mistake a connection between cats and rain for logical. But as I stepped into the park, soaked from the rain, cold from the winds, kicking myself again for forgetting the umbrella, I saw the hundreds upon hundreds of cats. All different kinds too, but they were calm for cats. I had always heard that cats hated water, or at least hated rain, so it was strange to me to see so many cats all gathered under the rain, almost cordially. They seemed so connected to it, like they were inseparable from it, and still strangely it came from nowhere. It just seemingly fell from the heavens. I looked around to see if anyone else was a witness to this phenomena, but I was the only person at the park, probably because of the nasty weather. That actually made sense to me. I had become increasingly nervous about the whole ordeal, and something making sense did actually put me a little at ease, even if I was looking at a couple hundred cats in a rainy park with no means for it to rain. The reality of it all was questionable.
But I had had enough of it all, so I went up to the center of the park where the cats were gathered the most and I wiped the water from my face and uncrossed my arms in preparation to speak. The Mrs. spoke to the cat at home a lot which I thought was complete lunacy since there was no way it actually understood her, but the same temptation washed over me that moment, and at random I picked a sort of pudgy calico to lean down toward and extend my arm to. It turned its head from looking at the street toward me and my hand, and unmoving, it sat there for a little bit. I don't remember how long it was, but I remember the sky looking unusually dark for noon, but it must have been I was watching the cats for some time. I was deep in the park too, so it almost felt like another world. It was a strange place at that moment, I wish you could have seen.
"Why are they here?" she said, almost nodding I suppose, or putting her head down like the rain was heavy. They are all female, I remembered; it was something to do with the calico gene. I still didn't know why all of the cats are here in the park. So many cats, I thought, "There's nothing they could possibly all want in the park." I continued. It didn't make any sense to me, trying to connect the cats and the weird rain.
"The weird rain." I whispered, talking to myself now. It was definitely the most important of the two coincidences. Cats aren't impossible like the rain. I must have been soaked to the bone because my clothes started to feel like they were being weighed down by a tremendous weight. I sat, getting almost on the same level as the calico, who by now was facing me completely. "And the rain, do you know anything about the rain?" She questioned with a naivety about it.
"I don't know about the rain." She replied. I sighed having felt defeated at that moment. No one in the park still, to see all of the cats. They almost extended endlessly, like the park seemed to do. It was all so far away from the world, like I had been transported. I was dreaming, or so I thought. But what about the world?
"What about the ministry? Do you really think they were short handed?" She shook her head no. I didn't think so either. I told her about my life, and the car, and the Mrs. I told her that the Mrs. and I were planning on getting a divorce, which I hadn't told anyone before, not even my friends at the ministry. I said though, laughing about it, that she could keep the cat. "The cat?" I continued.
"Yes, the cat." She said, which I thought was amusing. I never liked the cat. We found it in a dumpster for Christ's sake. It was horrible, all it ever did was wreck up the furniture and piss and shit on the floor. She liked it more than me even, it seemed a lot; she talked to it more. Talking to cats. "You aren't cold?"
"I'm cold, let's go under that tree." I told her. But the tree was drifting back and forth and dripping madly with the heavy rain. It was too windy here, weren't all the cats bothered? When you looked around, it was like you couldn't believe it yourself. Even though I hated cats, I was somewhat awe struck just looking at them all, like the world were made of them. They follow the rain, she told me; they follow it away. It'll leave here one day.
"Where will it go?" I asked, but she didn't answer. I guess, it just goes somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere else, and the park. "The park and the strange rain."
"Follow it." I said, leaning down from the rain. "And don't stop."
"What about the car?" She asked me.
"It had broken headlights anyway."
Seriously though, if you're actually reading this, you must be overcome with an immense boredom. Here are a bunch of quotes on boredom to help you put your life into perspective.
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.
Al Boliska
As actors, the thing we have to fight, more than even the business part of making movies, is boredom.
Linda Fiorentino
As soon as you set foot on a yacht you belong to some man, not to yourself, and you die of boredom.
Coco Chanel
Before, for me, peace could have been synonymous with boredom.
Isabelle Adjani
Boredom is always counter-revolutionary. Always.
Guy Debord
Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.
Arthur Schopenhauer
Boredom is rage spread thin.
Paul Tillich
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Walter Benjamin
Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.
Thomas Szasz
Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.
Virginia Woolf
Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.
Soren Kierkegaard
Boredom is... a vital problem for the moralist, since half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.
Bertrand Russell
Boredom, after all, is a form of criticism.
Wendell Phillips
Boredom: the desire for desires.
Leo Tolstoy
Discussing how old you are is the temple of boredom.
Ruth Gordon
Economics is a subject profoundly conducive to cliche, resonant with boredom. On few topics is an American audience so practiced in turning off its ears and minds. And none can say that the response is ill advised.
John Kenneth Galbraith
Even boredom has its crises.
Mason Cooley
Flying is hours and hours of boredom sprinkled with a few seconds of sheer terror.
Pappy Boyington
For all the boredom the straight life brings, it's not too bad.
Gus Van Sant
Here is my application to Dara Mactire, which by the way, isn't really as impressive a guild as people think. I know a lot of people like the movies those cats make, the youtube stars there, but ugh. Please, for the love of god, look at them more than once; they are so horrible. It makes me feel sick watching them. I got into and left the guild to join a smaller one that wasn't filled with assholes and elitist pricks. You should learn about some of the rules they have, it's insane.
Main: Armory isn't up yet..... But you can PM in game and inspect me if you really want to haha
ALT: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/character/darkspear/Sw
Your Name: Graham Curtis
Your Age : 19
Country : USA! Happy Birthday! (Authors note: I submitted this on the 4th of July)
Occupation: Student / Hotel Attendant
Character Name: Drdoctorpus
Current /Played : 86 days, 17 hours, 3 minutes, 28 seconds.
Character Class: Rogue
Current Server: Darkspear
Current /Played at Current Level :4 days, 7 hours, 7 minutes, 7 seconds.
Tell us about yourself, include as much or as little as you like. Reminding you that we don't know you and your personality plays a big part in our guild!
If I might describe myself pretty quickly, I'm an aspiring film director/writer and I've played world of warcraft since it was in the beta phase. For the last 8 years about now I've been teaching myself how to use editing software on and off, though more rigorously over the last couple years. Humor and music are both essential parts of my life, each of which I'm extremely passionate about. Apart from WoW, which I play because of the compelling challenges and competition pvp offers, I study music and astrophysics.
This Section is all about previous and Current Ratings Do not skip this part! failure to answer will result in Instant decline.
Current 2v2 Rating: 0
Composition: Nothing - Nothing
Current 3v3 Rating: 0
Composition: Nothing - Nothing - Nothing
Current 5v5 Rating: 0
Composition: Nothing - Nothing - Nothing - Nothing - Zombie Jesus (he sucks)
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Highest 2v2 Rating: 2222 (2219)
Composition: Disc Priest - Rogue (Arcane Mage - Rogue)
Highest 3v3 Rating: 2237
Composition: Enhancement Shaman - Resto Druid - Rogue
Highest 5v5 Rating: 2169
Composition: BM Hunter - Enhancement Shaman - Holy Paly - Resto Druid - Rogue
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Rated Battleground
Rating: 0
Wins: 0
Loses: 0
This is section is more general.
Reason for Leaving your current guild. If you are leaving on good terms, give us the names of anyone who could vouch for you
I haven't been in a guild I didn't create for almost 2 years, otherwise all of the guilds I've been in were made by me and composed entirely of my friends. I did raid in BC though.
Do you use Lowerping or WoWTunnels? Why / Why not?
I don't use either because my gameplay is smooth enough without any additional measures.
Do you have a working microphone and headset, and are you willing & able to speak on Vent when required?
Yes, as long as I can do a meatwad voice.
Are you active in any non-PVP aspects of WoW like PVE, achievements, or alts?
I have way more alts than I really want, and I absolutely don't pve anymore. I had an idea for an achievement based movie series, but it's still in the works, though realistically never going to be made.
On average how many hours are you online each week?
Before I started working, 40 or more. I quit for a couple months and now I can't imagine I would play more than a couple hours a day. Though when I return to school and get tons more free time, that could change.
This section is where we get to know about your knowledge of your class!
Describe your role in a Rated Battleground - and go into detail; this is your chance to demonstrate to us that you know your class.
There's really too much to write here if the subject is class strategy and theory, but I suppose in short, rogues are really a support, mid field / defense class because of their tenacity toward mitigation. While I wouldn't put it past the ability of a rogue, with some well timed Shadow Steps, to be decent or good at running flags, I really can't see how almost any other class wouldn't have better offensive capabilities on the enemy's side of the map. Though I haven't done any rated BGs yet, only years and years of normal ones, I would likely stick mid or lay back with a carrier to stop heals and damage, perhaps rather than going gun ho into the enemy bass.
List and describe any gear sets for other specs that you possess
I collect costumes so I have many gear sets from throughout the years. I've played every rogue spec, and I mean every single one: AR PREP, Cold Blood Ambush from pre BC, China Shadow Step Build from early BC before you could Shs outside of stealth, and the more recently ones like Mutilate, Envenom, Dance, Combat FoK. Generally I play specs that aren't popular at the moment because I find it more interesting to strive away from the main stream. I will probably be playing Hemo Dance currently.
Link a screenshot of your UI (in combat, preferably in a PvP Scenario), and/or a video of you playing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmpE_6DgyWA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=682Omb9ila4
Read the video descriptions for a synopsis of the movies, but these are all arena clips I filmed at about 2k MMR with only S4 gear or worse on, except for my weapons of course. I think the video demonstrates the quality of my playing, at least to a degree. It is only 2v2, of course...
Explain your reasoning for being your current race if Alliance. If Horde, what race would you pick when you change?
When I faction changed to alliance just moments ago, I was at a crossroads between Nelf and Human for one reason; the Nelf racial, though situational, probably has a higher skill cap than the human racial. In my mind, I could think of a lot of benefits to having two trinkets, but also just as many to having an extra use of a pressure CD like CS or Garrote. However, I decided on Human for aesthetic purposes and general ease, as I'm breaking in a Naga Razor right now and I didn't want to deal with an additional cool down if in the long run I could avoid the situation all together by just picking human.
This last section is where you SELL YOURSELF TO US!
Why do you want to join Dara Mactire?
Friends, like-interested people, seems like a window into a lot of opportunities that I would not find elsewhere.
Tell us why we should give you a trial
I don't really know what you mean by trial, but I'm a funny skilled rogue who makes pvp movies; should fit right in.
In closing Tell us anything extra you think will help your app
I'm friends with Moonyourface who's in the guild, and I've played on a 3v3 team with Benyz. When I played on Tichondrius, I was in the guild Quality Control where I would duel competitively with Happiminti, Litracola and Neilyo before rogue dueling became so boring as to not be worth doing, even to show off. I've submitted a movie to WCM.com, and although it was not a pvp movie (entirely, there was one pvp scene), it won two weekly prizes and remains to this date at 5.0/5.0 rating with 13,000 views.
http://warcraftmovies.com/movieview.php?id=169863
Well, I didn't bother writing anything else since I'm afraid the authors comment is going to have a cap somewhere, so this is it. Hope you enjoyed the movie. Thanks.
I've accumulated a lot of clips over the last few years, and even though it was my main intention to make exploration movies, most of these clips involved PVP of one sort or another. But, let's all take a moment to admit this to ourselves; the PVP in this game is incredibly stale and boring right now. I mean, ESPECIALLY right now, but has it ever really been perfect? Vanilla wow was fun when we were kids, but I remember a lot of you just rocking back and forth, turning around slowly, and hitting mortal strike every now and again, so it couldn't have been as epic as we're all remembering it to be. Seasons one through four were really cool, but while they were happening, you couldn't go into trade without getting spammed about how warlocks and resto druids were OP as hell. What I'm trying to say is, we take a lot of things for granted, but nostalgia is also a powerful veil. What really made PVP fun all of those years wasn't which expansion pack we were in, or which classes were balanced or what the gear looked like; it was the people we played with, the friends we made, and the enemies we battled. Maybe that's what we're really nostalgic about when we think back to the good times we had playing the game, and not the mechanics. That being said, this isn't a PVP movie about the mechanics, or about any sort of skill I might admit to or dismiss having. Most of the clips are just me and my friends messing around, and I thought it would be worth sharing before I deleted all of them. Thanks for reading this unusually long intro paragraph, and please enjoy the movie as much as I enjoyed making it and filming it all of these years.
In case you don't get to the end of the movie, but want to see the song list, it is as follows:
Dntel - Dumb Luck
Andrew Bird - Tables and Chairs
Helios - Every Hair on Your Head
Homestuck - Alternia
Homestuck - Darling Kanaya
Anamanaguchi - Airbrushed
Kousaki Satoru - Sanpo
Bettie Serveert - Rudder
Marti Lebow - The Time Has Come
Ludacris - Move Bitch x Lucky Star
Aphex Twin - Nanou 2
Jon Hopkins - Insides
The Cure - Just Like heaven
M83 - Beauties Can Die
Gucci Mane - Trap Talk (Toddla T Remix)
Missy Elliot - Wake Up (Ratatat Remix)
Homestuck - Rex Doudecim Angelus
Stay tuned after the film to see a preview of Prettybadguy's 9th PVP movie, which I'm sure is in store to be one of the greatest PVP movies of all time. I'm going to see how long I can make this author's comment, so don't feel the need to read any of this. Thank you again.
Note: In every clip with my rogue, I'm using Season Four arena gear or something of worse stats, like the pink dress and bunny ears. The only things I have equipped that are NOT S4 gear or worse are the two S9 daggers, and this was before T2 came out. I didn't really have to cherry pick the clips, my win loss was generally about 75-80% wins depending on who I was playing with. The only time I'm not doing this is when you can clearly see that I'm not.
This video is for SKILL purposes only, do not think I am trying to entertain you. If you are entertained, stop watching, because this video is meant to demonstrate skill, it is not meant to be enjoyed!
"Reckful already did this! He made that warglaives 2v2 movie and it kicked ass. You suck, dude..." Okay, granted the idea is the same, but he was doing 12k ambushes with 120k health, where as I'm doing the same damage with about 65k health; my style was way more risky, and frankly, looks cooler since the glorious days of BC had some rockin' gear models. I'm not saying I'm better than reckful, because that would just be stupid. He's an amazing player and he can make whatever kind of video he wants. But, I shouldn't even be arguing with you. You crawled through the sprawling hellscape of Boomkin videos and Russians that is Warmcraftmovies.com and somehow made it to my video and now YOU'RE going to shit talk me? I don't think so buddy, nice try.
Oh, one last thing. If you're still reading, you're either bored and should get a job, or you might be interested in commissioning me to make a pvp movie for you. I have a good 4 years of editing skills under my belt and a 21,000 song music collection to pull tunes from, and if watching the video, especially the dubstep scene, hasn't convinced you that I can tear shit up on the production floor, then you might be one of those guys who thinks good editing is a bunch of crazy graphics flying at your face really fast, in which case, go have Michael Bay assfuck 14 dollars out of you while you watch transformers 3. That series could not be a bigger "fuck you" to the history of media. If those robots are really so good at transforming, why can't they transform that steaming pile of shit into a movie. You know Michael Bay just wanks off onto a giant gold plated checkers board filled with random idea and pictures of your money and whatever his hellish seed lands on he goes, "Bam, add some explosions onto that idea and we're good to go" then his eye balls fall out of his skull and ridiculous amounts of money just pour like jets from his face. He doesn't even use special effects; he makes SO MUCH money off of you fucking morons that he can actually pay to have Chicago torn to shreds by giant robots. Have you seen Detroit? I don't know if anyone's told you this, but that was the old Chicago before Michael Bay's great grandfather couldn't get an erection and decided to put on a play. Needless to say, you can no longer drink water in Detroit.
My Great Grandfather, William Sherwinkle Fizzlespit, on the other hand, was a respectable man. Well, respectable for his times; I did hear that he once tried to lock pick Elenor Roosevelt's chastity belt, but you could argue that the president was just being a little too cautious. No, my family never blew up any major cities or turned any parts of the beautiful United States into a sub Mexico region. He was an explorer and an author, and even though he lied about being the first man on the moon, he wrote a lot of good novels. What follows is one of his passages:
Chapter 1: The Origin of The Universe and Four Reasons to Skip This Chapter
Before any physical objects existed in the known realm that will later be called the �Universe,� two planes of reality sat side by side from each other. They did not particularly enjoy each other�s company and decided it would be best to separate permanently, if not to prevent any future conflicts. For the sake of this chapter, we will call them Reality A and Reality L; L being the most random letter that could possibly come after A. Shortly after their separation, which by shortly I mean the universal standard for short (600 Billion Years), an accumulation of energy created by Reality A�s immediate lonesomeness birthed the origin of matter. This matter, however, was not of the matter we are accustomed to today. Instead, it was similar to objects above or below the human range of perception. Though no one knows exactly how much of it existed, most are assured that it at least existed by this point. For a very long period, and may I remind you universally long, this matter simply did nothing. It was not until the matter coincidentally arranged itself into the very first celestial objects by a margin of chance so dramatically slim, that physical things began to manifest themselves in Reality A. Eventually, due to the way in which this matter formed, sphere shaped land masses appeared in scattered formations around the plane. As the amount of these spheres grew increasingly larger, life forms began to appear on them as well; life being the standard way to describe things that are not dead, or rather, things that have the capacity to act of their own accord and not solely of the influence of Reality A�s natural forces. The sudden existence of life was not a spectacularly boring event, but it was not interesting enough for you to read this chapter.
Life is not a particularly interesting subject; one is actually more likely to find interest in a rock of an unusual sort than a usual person. However, life has the uncanny ability to pretend like it acts of its own free will. Living things are at the constant will of their body�s biological and mental needs, forcing them to act in certain ways and make decisions they might not have made had they no body. To this effect, the universe unfolded rather predictably from this point, as living things began to influence and shape the space in Universe A. Civilizations began to form, houses and families enveloped the emptiness, and laws and regulations were developed by the newly created Board of Laws and Regulations. Of course, this Board was later made corrupt by an unfortunate coup, but this is a currently irrelevant story. The life with the most illusionary control over their actions began to refer to themselves as �humans�; not because of any logical reason, but because it sounded sophisticated and rolled nicely off their tongues while they discussed their achievements on the plowing fields. Beside people, other similar life forms emerged spontaneously. While there were a few important ones, the rest are hardly worth mentioning, especially considering the incredibly vast number of them. Some of the unimportant ones included mole plants, which with their plant like appearance, managed to horrify every non expecting vegetarian in existence. Sting moths quickly became extinct, as in order for them to feed carnivorously as they did, they had to use their vital stinger which became detached after one use. However, not all of these inferior creatures were unimportant, and in fact, two of them would shape the destiny of the known universe. These two would be the Horse, and the Lion. While a ridiculously insignificant amount of them actually did anything, their race in general proves to be very boring.
While Universe A was beginning to teem with life and excitement, Universe L was beginning to grow jealous, and he would have none of it. He then decided he would forget the whole thing and grab a beer, only to realize that there was no beer in Reality L and that he would need to travel to Reality A and ask politely for some. This was, of course, something he was not ready to do. Instead, he glared angrily into the vast nothingness that was Reality L and plotted what could only be called the universe�s best murder plot (the second best going to a molecule of helium�s plan to get revenge on a more successful and much better looking molecule of nitrogen). However, without beer, the Universe had nothing to drink while he plotted against and complained about Universe A, so he decided instead to invent Fox Television and sit around all day. Universe L�s life became so boring at this point, that one could not fathom an acceptable reason to continue reading this chapter.
The lion began its existence in an arguably advantageous spot on the animal food chain; nothing of any geological relevance* preyed on lions. Lions were simply the Kings and Queens of the animal world, and it took barely any time at all for this fact to become well established. However, Lion�s were severely inept at political procedure, resulting in poor confrontations with other intelligent beings. This was most clearly seen in the first congressional meeting between representatives of the Lions with representatives of Humans, which resulted in several mangled limbs and twenty Lion-skin rugs. Despite this obvious flaw, Lions have been mostly successful at adapting to the ever expanding world, and have even managed to influence it slightly. It has been well documented that a Lion invented not only the first well received cookbook with recipes involving Zebra and Gazelle, but also the first poem performed entirely as a series of deep and horrifying growls. While neither of those achievements have been seen outside of the confines of the world, it places the Lions fifth on the popular book, �Top 50 Most Successful Creatures This Side of Ursa Minor.� The seventeenth most successful creature, and only other successful creature from Earth, was Carl Sanguine of Amherst, Massachusetts who, despite all logic and probability, won the lottery ten times in a row.
Though a prestigious list, it fails to consider the incredible achievement of one particular Lion, whose name is unimportant at this time. And although he shaped the destiny of the universe, his background as a lion is far too boring to have warranted reading this chapter.
*There was one known animal that preyed on the Lion; the Jyiloftian Lion Eater of planet Grox. However, as the nearest lion was six million light years away, it quickly became extinct.
That's it. Okay so maybe marijuana wasn't illegal back in the 30s, but at least it's something. He wrote short stories too, which back in those days were called people's books, which were short for Not Long Stories. This one has cats in it. Mew mew~
Regarding Last Weeks Unusual Weather Events,
It was maybe only half past eleven or eleven thirty when it started to rain. It wasn't the fact that I had left my umbrella at Marcey's cottage only moments before that had bothered me about the situation, nor that there didn't seem to be clouds producing the rain to begin with, but I had just washed the car a few days previous and I had no intention of washing it again so soon after. The Mrs. was bothering me about it for weeks, going on about the dust on the mirrors and how the headlights didn't seem as bright as they used to. I explained to her that I had work to do because the ministry had been short staffed and without my help, they said, they were going to have to cut expenditures to hire more workers, and that the lights were probably dim because the bulbs had not been replaced in some time, not because of the dust. "You stupid twit," she would say sometimes, "what do you even exist for?" She was probably more upset about her pot of tea which burned than the car, because I've never seen her mad about the car before, especially about it being dirty since she doesn't drive it.
Now, I'll admit that the car wasn't perfectly clean, and regardless of how they came to be that way, the lights were dim, and there was a logical point to my cleaning the car. However, consider the following: the Mrs. cleans most of the house, and the dishes and such, and she does feed the cat, but I provide the income that paid for all of these things. Not the cat, though; we found it one day sullying the neighbors garbage and noticed it had no collar. Don't ask me why we kept it, because it wasn't my idea. For all we know, it still had an owner somewhere, but now that I think about it some more, there are a lot of stray cats around. When we took him to the vet to get his shots, I asked the lady at the counter why there were so many stray cats around, but she gave me a quick answer. It was something like, "Filth, these rats. They breed like it's the end of the world or something."
"That's not very vetsman like of you to say." I replied to her. All these cats are filthy, yes, but it's a problem. She had blond hair; I've yet to meet a girl with blond hair who doesn't have something sharp in her. I didn't tell her that, because the Mrs. and I just wanted to get in and out and not cause a fuss, but it bothered me a bit. This wasn't that long ago either, about the same time the weather turned all rainy. That had bothered me too, because for a long time we had gotten a lot of sunshine and it was nice because it's rare for us to get sunshine. It never rained near the house though, which was unusual; only near the park about a kilometer down the street. There are a lot of cats there too. You don't suppose they have anything to do with the rain? I mean there's no logical connection, but it only rains near the cats, it seems. I think that's why I never really liked having our cat because it's always seemed to rain more since we got him. That might also be why I didn't really want to wash the car, even though it had started to look dusty. I knew it would rain eventually at the house, probably because of the cat. I didn't tell anyone this, especially the Mrs. because I thought it would make me seem mental. Washing the car wasn't so bad, but I was still bothered by the rain. The ministry would have known though, were my thoughts, so I decided to take a trip down to work even though it was Saturday and have an ask around.
I don't know if you've ever been to work on a Saturday, but it's a lowly bunch those days. You have to feel for the poor men, even though the weather wasn't really strolling weather anyway. There were a lot of people there for the ministry to be as understaffed as it was, which was peculiar I suppose, but I found my friend Joseph by the water cooler who I knew worked weekends sometimes and asked him about the cats.
"Cats?" he said like he didn't know what I could possibly be talking about. I felt silly but I continued and explained what I had noticed about the cats and the rain. He also noticed that there were a lot of stray cats recently, and that it was raining more than it normally did, and in strange places. Well, not strange places, but oddly specific places. "I'll look into it, but in the mean time, want to grab a drink, I'm on break." I don't know why I accepted, since my hands were dirty from the clean and I knew the only pub around the ministry office had pretty poor tasting beer for the price. He was a friend though, so we went. At the pub we met up with his friend Marcey, which is how we got to her house after a few drinks. He never went back to work, and it was getting late, so I headed out into the yard and walked down toward the street that connected with the street that my home was on. It was about a hundred paces down that I had realized I had forgotten the umbrella that I brought along with me to the ministry incase my theory was correct, which it was, because at about that moment it began to rain. But not from clouds; instead, it rained from what was apparently nothing. But it didn't rain above nothing, because I was pretty close to the park. The one with all of the cats.
I am not a man of science, nor did I do very well in school, especially regarding scientific subjects. Interestingly enough, I even took a course once on weather events, but it was too early to pay attention in and instead I spent a lot of my time in the class sleeping, or when we received maps to work on, doodling. I was a horrible doodler too, but not so horrible that I couldn't draw for my own amusement, and not so horrible at science that I could mistake a connection between cats and rain for logical. But as I stepped into the park, soaked from the rain, cold from the winds, kicking myself again for forgetting the umbrella, I saw the hundreds upon hundreds of cats. All different kinds too, but they were calm for cats. I had always heard that cats hated water, or at least hated rain, so it was strange to me to see so many cats all gathered under the rain, almost cordially. They seemed so connected to it, like they were inseparable from it, and still strangely it came from nowhere. It just seemingly fell from the heavens. I looked around to see if anyone else was a witness to this phenomena, but I was the only person at the park, probably because of the nasty weather. That actually made sense to me. I had become increasingly nervous about the whole ordeal, and something making sense did actually put me a little at ease, even if I was looking at a couple hundred cats in a rainy park with no means for it to rain. The reality of it all was questionable.
But I had had enough of it all, so I went up to the center of the park where the cats were gathered the most and I wiped the water from my face and uncrossed my arms in preparation to speak. The Mrs. spoke to the cat at home a lot which I thought was complete lunacy since there was no way it actually understood her, but the same temptation washed over me that moment, and at random I picked a sort of pudgy calico to lean down toward and extend my arm to. It turned its head from looking at the street toward me and my hand, and unmoving, it sat there for a little bit. I don't remember how long it was, but I remember the sky looking unusually dark for noon, but it must have been I was watching the cats for some time. I was deep in the park too, so it almost felt like another world. It was a strange place at that moment, I wish you could have seen.
"Why are they here?" she said, almost nodding I suppose, or putting her head down like the rain was heavy. They are all female, I remembered; it was something to do with the calico gene. I still didn't know why all of the cats are here in the park. So many cats, I thought, "There's nothing they could possibly all want in the park." I continued. It didn't make any sense to me, trying to connect the cats and the weird rain.
"The weird rain." I whispered, talking to myself now. It was definitely the most important of the two coincidences. Cats aren't impossible like the rain. I must have been soaked to the bone because my clothes started to feel like they were being weighed down by a tremendous weight. I sat, getting almost on the same level as the calico, who by now was facing me completely. "And the rain, do you know anything about the rain?" She questioned with a naivety about it.
"I don't know about the rain." She replied. I sighed having felt defeated at that moment. No one in the park still, to see all of the cats. They almost extended endlessly, like the park seemed to do. It was all so far away from the world, like I had been transported. I was dreaming, or so I thought. But what about the world?
"What about the ministry? Do you really think they were short handed?" She shook her head no. I didn't think so either. I told her about my life, and the car, and the Mrs. I told her that the Mrs. and I were planning on getting a divorce, which I hadn't told anyone before, not even my friends at the ministry. I said though, laughing about it, that she could keep the cat. "The cat?" I continued.
"Yes, the cat." She said, which I thought was amusing. I never liked the cat. We found it in a dumpster for Christ's sake. It was horrible, all it ever did was wreck up the furniture and piss and shit on the floor. She liked it more than me even, it seemed a lot; she talked to it more. Talking to cats. "You aren't cold?"
"I'm cold, let's go under that tree." I told her. But the tree was drifting back and forth and dripping madly with the heavy rain. It was too windy here, weren't all the cats bothered? When you looked around, it was like you couldn't believe it yourself. Even though I hated cats, I was somewhat awe struck just looking at them all, like the world were made of them. They follow the rain, she told me; they follow it away. It'll leave here one day.
"Where will it go?" I asked, but she didn't answer. I guess, it just goes somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere else, and the park. "The park and the strange rain."
"Follow it." I said, leaning down from the rain. "And don't stop."
"What about the car?" She asked me.
"It had broken headlights anyway."
Seriously though, if you're actually reading this, you must be overcome with an immense boredom. Here are a bunch of quotes on boredom to help you put your life into perspective.
A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.
Al Boliska
As actors, the thing we have to fight, more than even the business part of making movies, is boredom.
Linda Fiorentino
As soon as you set foot on a yacht you belong to some man, not to yourself, and you die of boredom.
Coco Chanel
Before, for me, peace could have been synonymous with boredom.
Isabelle Adjani
Boredom is always counter-revolutionary. Always.
Guy Debord
Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.
Arthur Schopenhauer
Boredom is rage spread thin.
Paul Tillich
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
Walter Benjamin
Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.
Thomas Szasz
Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.
Virginia Woolf
Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.
Soren Kierkegaard
Boredom is... a vital problem for the moralist, since half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.
Bertrand Russell
Boredom, after all, is a form of criticism.
Wendell Phillips
Boredom: the desire for desires.
Leo Tolstoy
Discussing how old you are is the temple of boredom.
Ruth Gordon
Economics is a subject profoundly conducive to cliche, resonant with boredom. On few topics is an American audience so practiced in turning off its ears and minds. And none can say that the response is ill advised.
John Kenneth Galbraith
Even boredom has its crises.
Mason Cooley
Flying is hours and hours of boredom sprinkled with a few seconds of sheer terror.
Pappy Boyington
For all the boredom the straight life brings, it's not too bad.
Gus Van Sant
Here is my application to Dara Mactire, which by the way, isn't really as impressive a guild as people think. I know a lot of people like the movies those cats make, the youtube stars there, but ugh. Please, for the love of god, look at them more than once; they are so horrible. It makes me feel sick watching them. I got into and left the guild to join a smaller one that wasn't filled with assholes and elitist pricks. You should learn about some of the rules they have, it's insane.
Main: Armory isn't up yet..... But you can PM in game and inspect me if you really want to haha
ALT: http://us.battle.net/wow/en/character/darkspear/Sw
Your Name: Graham Curtis
Your Age : 19
Country : USA! Happy Birthday! (Authors note: I submitted this on the 4th of July)
Occupation: Student / Hotel Attendant
Character Name: Drdoctorpus
Current /Played : 86 days, 17 hours, 3 minutes, 28 seconds.
Character Class: Rogue
Current Server: Darkspear
Current /Played at Current Level :4 days, 7 hours, 7 minutes, 7 seconds.
Tell us about yourself, include as much or as little as you like. Reminding you that we don't know you and your personality plays a big part in our guild!
If I might describe myself pretty quickly, I'm an aspiring film director/writer and I've played world of warcraft since it was in the beta phase. For the last 8 years about now I've been teaching myself how to use editing software on and off, though more rigorously over the last couple years. Humor and music are both essential parts of my life, each of which I'm extremely passionate about. Apart from WoW, which I play because of the compelling challenges and competition pvp offers, I study music and astrophysics.
This Section is all about previous and Current Ratings Do not skip this part! failure to answer will result in Instant decline.
Current 2v2 Rating: 0
Composition: Nothing - Nothing
Current 3v3 Rating: 0
Composition: Nothing - Nothing - Nothing
Current 5v5 Rating: 0
Composition: Nothing - Nothing - Nothing - Nothing - Zombie Jesus (he sucks)
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Highest 2v2 Rating: 2222 (2219)
Composition: Disc Priest - Rogue (Arcane Mage - Rogue)
Highest 3v3 Rating: 2237
Composition: Enhancement Shaman - Resto Druid - Rogue
Highest 5v5 Rating: 2169
Composition: BM Hunter - Enhancement Shaman - Holy Paly - Resto Druid - Rogue
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Rated Battleground
Rating: 0
Wins: 0
Loses: 0
This is section is more general.
Reason for Leaving your current guild. If you are leaving on good terms, give us the names of anyone who could vouch for you
I haven't been in a guild I didn't create for almost 2 years, otherwise all of the guilds I've been in were made by me and composed entirely of my friends. I did raid in BC though.
Do you use Lowerping or WoWTunnels? Why / Why not?
I don't use either because my gameplay is smooth enough without any additional measures.
Do you have a working microphone and headset, and are you willing & able to speak on Vent when required?
Yes, as long as I can do a meatwad voice.
Are you active in any non-PVP aspects of WoW like PVE, achievements, or alts?
I have way more alts than I really want, and I absolutely don't pve anymore. I had an idea for an achievement based movie series, but it's still in the works, though realistically never going to be made.
On average how many hours are you online each week?
Before I started working, 40 or more. I quit for a couple months and now I can't imagine I would play more than a couple hours a day. Though when I return to school and get tons more free time, that could change.
This section is where we get to know about your knowledge of your class!
Describe your role in a Rated Battleground - and go into detail; this is your chance to demonstrate to us that you know your class.
There's really too much to write here if the subject is class strategy and theory, but I suppose in short, rogues are really a support, mid field / defense class because of their tenacity toward mitigation. While I wouldn't put it past the ability of a rogue, with some well timed Shadow Steps, to be decent or good at running flags, I really can't see how almost any other class wouldn't have better offensive capabilities on the enemy's side of the map. Though I haven't done any rated BGs yet, only years and years of normal ones, I would likely stick mid or lay back with a carrier to stop heals and damage, perhaps rather than going gun ho into the enemy bass.
List and describe any gear sets for other specs that you possess
I collect costumes so I have many gear sets from throughout the years. I've played every rogue spec, and I mean every single one: AR PREP, Cold Blood Ambush from pre BC, China Shadow Step Build from early BC before you could Shs outside of stealth, and the more recently ones like Mutilate, Envenom, Dance, Combat FoK. Generally I play specs that aren't popular at the moment because I find it more interesting to strive away from the main stream. I will probably be playing Hemo Dance currently.
Link a screenshot of your UI (in combat, preferably in a PvP Scenario), and/or a video of you playing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmpE_6DgyWA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=682Omb9ila4
Read the video descriptions for a synopsis of the movies, but these are all arena clips I filmed at about 2k MMR with only S4 gear or worse on, except for my weapons of course. I think the video demonstrates the quality of my playing, at least to a degree. It is only 2v2, of course...
Explain your reasoning for being your current race if Alliance. If Horde, what race would you pick when you change?
When I faction changed to alliance just moments ago, I was at a crossroads between Nelf and Human for one reason; the Nelf racial, though situational, probably has a higher skill cap than the human racial. In my mind, I could think of a lot of benefits to having two trinkets, but also just as many to having an extra use of a pressure CD like CS or Garrote. However, I decided on Human for aesthetic purposes and general ease, as I'm breaking in a Naga Razor right now and I didn't want to deal with an additional cool down if in the long run I could avoid the situation all together by just picking human.
This last section is where you SELL YOURSELF TO US!
Why do you want to join Dara Mactire?
Friends, like-interested people, seems like a window into a lot of opportunities that I would not find elsewhere.
Tell us why we should give you a trial
I don't really know what you mean by trial, but I'm a funny skilled rogue who makes pvp movies; should fit right in.
In closing Tell us anything extra you think will help your app
I'm friends with Moonyourface who's in the guild, and I've played on a 3v3 team with Benyz. When I played on Tichondrius, I was in the guild Quality Control where I would duel competitively with Happiminti, Litracola and Neilyo before rogue dueling became so boring as to not be worth doing, even to show off. I've submitted a movie to WCM.com, and although it was not a pvp movie (entirely, there was one pvp scene), it won two weekly prizes and remains to this date at 5.0/5.0 rating with 13,000 views.
http://warcraftmovies.com/movieview.php?id=169863
Well, I didn't bother writing anything else since I'm afraid the authors comment is going to have a cap somewhere, so this is it. Hope you enjoyed the movie. Thanks.
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