Alright, so the other night I hit Level 53 in World of Warcraft. Happily announcing it to my guild, I decide to travel to the Western Plaguelands and take down a quest or two. I travel to the Eastern Kingdoms and everything is fine and dandy. I'm eagerly awaiting to lay eyes on a new place and go on some cool quests.

I arrive at the border between the Tirisfall Glades and the Western Plaguelands Accepting a quest or two from the NPCs there I begin my trek into a warzone filled with Scourge soldiers and Scarlet Crusaders. My quest has me razing a Scarlet Crusade camp and framing the undead Scourge for the crime. Sounds fun, and when I find the camp, I prepare to send my demonic Succubus to attack.

When all of a sudden, I hear a noise. I turn around and see a Level 57 Night Elf Druid just as he opens up into me from behind; burning my butt with a wild Moonfire spamfest. Doing what I could, I attempt to Seduce the guy and run, but he resists. I'm burned to the ground in seconds and arrive at the Graveyard as a ghost.

I make my way back to my corpse. The second I revive myself, the same damn Druid hops out of Stealth in Cat Form and proceeds to roast me again. Disgusted by the corpse-camping Alliance scum, I log out.

Why oh why do people insist on griefing others in World of Warcraft with cheap shots like this? The fact that you gain Honor Points for absurdly brazen acts of dishonor continues to mystify me. I can't help but be pissed off at times (yes, it's true).

I went to play some Counter-Strike: Source, where I wouldn't have to worry about players killing me repeatedly. Wait...

~N