Time Travel Tuesday: Game of Thrones Rant 2011

(No recording today. I’m in the process of moving across the country.)

Let me just start with a HAHAHAHAHA.

Christ, I had some nerd rage during season one of GoT. Well, me and half the country.

I wrote this in 2011. Rereading it makes me cringe a little. I was mad, guys. Okay? Just like, don’t throw things at me or discredit me as a decent blogger.

Enjoy. (Doubt it.)


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Time Travel Tuesday (Thursday Edition) – Pursuit of Happiness

Today I just want to write. I need to write. There is so much in me that I need to get out.

I’m no stranger to change. I’ve grown accustomed to it. My life has been ruled by big change for a very long time. It’s a never-ending cycle prompted by decisions others have made for me or decisions I felt like I had no other choice but to make. For so very long now I’ve been living in someone else’s life. I’ve been extra weight. A trophy. An escape. A filler. I’ve been everything but me.

Last year when I wrote this, I was so lost. I went into it this new change carrying the weight of my past and all of the demons I was living with. I went into it with a hopeful, but false perspective.


As I’m walking around boxing up my memories and treasures, I’m reminded of how used to this I’ve become. Starting over. How often does one normally start over in their lifetime? I feel major change is constantly happening to me. Before, I’ve tried embracing it in place of fighting it. Now I’m numb. “Oh, this happens.” But does it? Does it really happen so much that you don’t know any other way? Is this what life is supposed to be? A constant confliction between the rewind and fast-forward buttons…?

I’m more hopeful than ever that this new change will be something I won’t regret. Something I can look back on five or ten years from now and be proud of, rather than looking back and trying to dissect the situation to figure out where I went wrong. I want to make an effort to focus more on myself and maybe then I won’t have so many regrets.

I’m excited about the new. I believe change will truly be good this time around as long as I take it a day at a time.

One day at a time…

One year later, nearly to the date, I’m looking back on this and dissecting what went wrong.

I left. I crumbled under pressure. I lost myself in the process. I focused so much on everything I was losing that I couldn’t move on. However, I needed that experience. I needed to fail so that when it really was time for me to be me, I would have a much better understanding of who I am. I would know how to just… be.

Last year was a lesson. It prepared me for what I’m going through now.

I’ve recently had to make the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life. I don’t regret the outcome of that decision because I know that what’s happening is for the best. I don’t expect everyone to understand. I know I’m going to be judged. I also know that some people will understand and care and be by my side no matter what. If you’re the latter, thank you.

I’m not sure what the future will bring, but I know that any path I choose to take will be the right one for me and chosen only by me. I owe it to myself to be who I am and to be happy.

To the pursuit of happiness! *raises coffee mug*


This life’s our greatest project
The journey’s all an art
But I built my perfect nest, and it’s ‘bout to fall apart
Again and again and then I just I make it twice as high
And I give my tower teeth, and I watch it bite the sky
Because I might just cry if I don’t keep it moving
I focus on what I can make and not what just got ruined
-Cardboard Castles – Watsky

Liebster Award!

I was nominated for Liebster award! For those of you who do not know what this Liebster thing is all about: The Liebster Award is a small token of appreciation given to bloggers for doing what they do best and also a way for bloggers to learn about other bloggers. We are all connected in the great circle of… blogging!

I was nominated by the lovely Ms. Psyche over at psycheplays.com. You can read about her nomination and the bloggers she has nominated here!

The Rules for the Nominees:

- You must link back to the person who nominated you.
- You must state 10 facts about yourself.
- You must answer the 10 Liebster questions given to you by the person who nominated you.
- You must pick 5-10 bloggers to be nominated with under 200 followers.

Random Facts:

1. I enjoy creating abstract drawings and paintings, and viewing all forms of art in general. I’m one of those people who can look at a ‘blob of mess’ and see something beautiful and meaningful.

2. The ocean at night is my favorite place to be. The sound of the waves. The chill of the salty breeze. My feet in the sand. The moonlight flickering off the water. There is no greater moment of tranquility (for me) than being at the beach after dark.

3. I don’t like eating inside restaurants. I don’t find restaurant dates very romantic. I’d rather take the food home or have a picnic. Something about eating in a room full of strangers with a waiter coming by every three minutes just doesn’t do it for me. I also have trouble eating in front of people – period.

4. My nervous habits include: Chewing the inside of my mouth and picking at the skin around my thumbnails until they bleed. I get nervous often and I haven’t figured out a way to channel that into something less self-inflicting.

5. I like people to like me, and it drives me mad if someone doesn’t like me without reason. I think I’m a likable person. I like people. I’m always interested in getting to know people. When someone decides not to like me, I let it get under my skin – more so if I believe I’ve done nothing wrong.

6. When I was a kid, I used to walk to the store, buy a giant bag of powdered donuts, and walk around the neighborhood until I had eaten every single donut. I did this so I wouldn’t have to share them with anyone. I was the same way with Little Debbie brownies. I’d sneak a few packs out of the house or hide them in my room.

7. When I was 9, I went to a model search event with a friend. I was asked to come back for the second round; my friend wasn’t. I didn’t go back because I didn’t want my friend to feel left out.

8. I will choose a hamburger over pizza every time.

9. I was diagnosed with a mathematical learning disability in 8th grade. I have trouble reading numbers, counting, translating numbers to words and words to numbers, reading analog clocks, and understanding time and how much time has passed. I excelled in every subject except math – later having trouble with science. The school didn’t know what to do with me except pass me on to the next grade, but hold me back in math. I made it to 10th grade, doing 8th grade math. At least it was something, because the school that followed didn’t do anything at all. I was in my second semester of 10th grade when I dropped out – at the principle’s suggestion.

10. My favorite band is Incubus. When all the girls my age were all googly-eyed over Nsync and Backstreet Boys, I was pinning up posters of Brandon Boyd and recording all of their songs on the radio. My celebrity crush as a kid was Jonathan Taylor Thomas. My celebrity crush as a teen was Carmen Electra.

Psyche’s Questions:

1. What made you decide to start blogging?
I started blogging in 2004 when LiveJournal was all the rage. It was a pretty mundane blog; covering my adolescent ramblings and a few dramatics between friends. I think I started doing it because I wanted a place to say what I wanted to say and have people know I was saying it.

2. What do you think is the most important thing to feature in a blog post?
Honesty. If you aren’t honest with yourself and your readers, every word you type is empty. You can’t expect people to continue being interested in what you have to say if you aren’t being real with them.

3. If you had to pick a favourite type of blog post to read or write, what would it be?
My favorite blog posts are the personal ones – the ones the force the writer to dig deep into themselves and confess things that aren’t very easy to reveal. The more depth, the better the message. The better the writer.

4. How did you choose your blog name?
My blog is named after my online persona: Zuulzilla. I took two of my favorite childhood movies, Ghostbusters and Godzilla, and made something unique and catchy.

5. Apart from blogging, how else do you spend your online time?
Playing WoW, doing my comics, and faffing around on Twitter.

6. What’s your favourite geeky indulgence?
Darth Vader shaped donuts. (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!)

Probably role-playing. I’m a solo RPer – which means I don’t get involved with other RPers. I enjoy creating stories and bringing characters to life. I find I enjoy gaming a lot more if I give my characters a story and a personality.

7. What really grinds your gears when it comes to online communities such as the blogging community?
People who feel the need to tear others down because their opinion differs. We all have opinions. We may not agree with each other all of the time, but that’s no reason to attack someone else. Not liking someone’s opinion shouldn’t be the basis for hatred. Sure, it may change how you perceive them, but allowing it to get under your skin so much that you turn it into a war? That’s silly. You can control yourself. You can’t control other people, or their beliefs.

8. What do you want to achieve on your blog by the end of 2014?
This is a good question, because until five seconds ago I had no set goals for my blog. Let’s change that!

Over the years I’ve frequently lost interest in blogging, usually for months at a time. My goal is to continue blogging without much interruption on into 2015. I may take a break here and there, but I want to keep them short. No more than two weeks, tops. Most importantly, I want to continue breaking the seams of the topics that people find difficult to talk about.

9. Off the beaten track, but what’s your dream career?
Writing. I want a career in writing. Whether it’s game writing, comic writing, or writing novels… I want it. I will have it.

10. Do you have a bucket list? If so, what notable things are on it?
Ha! ‘Camping outside of a store with a friend while waiting on the release of something’ is actually #1 on my bucket list.
‘Go on a long road trip with no destination in mind’ is second on the list.
‘Take a picture of a snowflake’ is also on the list.
‘Stay curled up in bed all day with someone special’ was recently added to that list.

All pretty simple goals, I think. I don’t have things like ‘see the pyramids’ or ‘visit Greece’ because, although those things do interest me and I’d LOVE to see those places, I wouldn’t regret dying without ever seeing them. I’d regret it if I never took the time to enjoy the small things in life.

*. Marmite: love it, hate it, or never heard of/had it? Don’t say you don’t feel one way or the other. We know you’re lying.
I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never had it. I’d love to try it, though!

I have no idea how many followers some of my favorite blogs have, but I’m going to nominate them anyways.

Psyche Plays@PsychePlays
Glitzy Geek Girl@GlitzyGeekGirl
Mr. and Mrs. WoW@MrandMrsWoW
The Golded Crusade@Xsinthis
Alternative Chat@AlternativeChat
Newbies Are Our Future@MorisonWoW
Tales of Aggronaut@Belghast
Cynwise’s Warcraft Manual@WoWCynwise
Variant Avatar@Ceraphus
EpicInsanity - @Epic_Insanity
And a bonus! Feckless Leader@Elepheagle

Questions for Nominees:

1. Who, what, and/or where does your blogging inspiration come from?
2. What do you/did you want to be when you grow up?
3. What advice do you have for someone just starting out in blogging?
4. What are some things on your bucket list?
5. What clique were you in in high school?
6. You are exiled to an island and can take three items. What do you choose?
7. If you could go back 5 years and share one piece of advice with yourself, what would you say?
8. Who’s your favorite Superhero?
9. Favorite place to visit?
10. Dinosaurs or Dragons? Why?

Thank you SO much, Psyche, for my shiny new badge. <3

Thank YOU for reading,

Time Travel Tuesday – Ramblings of a Teenager #1

Hey guys! It’s been a while. A week, actually. Last week I launched a new comic and had a pretty big Surviving Azeroth update that took up a lot of my time. All of that on top of some personal offline stuff that hit me, well you can understand why I failed to post anything.

I had a completely different post in mind today. I was going to write about the first song I ever wrote. However, while digging through my old folders to find the song, I stumbled across some terribly depressing journal entries. One is dated 3/2/2004 – written 10 years ago this month. The others are not dated, but judging by what they all say and the fact that I was on Livejournal by the summer of 2004, I’m guessing these were written as early as January 2003 and as late as May 2004.

I’ve decided to share one with you. Warning: Depression, suicide, & metaphorical pause button rant.

(PS: That’s ink on the page. Not blood.)

2014-03-04 09.19.48

2014-03-04 09.19.58

2014-03-04 09.20.08

27 year old me wants to take 16/17 year old me and just… I don’t even know. My heart hurts for her. How did no one around me see this? I don’t want to blame anyone, but the times I did manage to say “there is something wrong with me” out loud, my cry for help was blatantly ignored. “You’re a normal teenager. You’ll grow out of it.”

“I wish I had some awful, incurable disease so I would know I won’t have to live for long.”

Fantasizing about killing yourself, and at the level that I did, is NOT normal teen behavior. I needed help and no one around me saw it. No one.

I have a lot of anger towards the people that were in my life back then. Admittedly, forgiveness is not my greatest strength. I’m still working through it.

Listen to your kids. Listen to your friends. Listen to your students. All I wanted was for someone to listen; someone to understand. Someone to not blame my problems on me being a teenager.

If you’re a teenager suffering from depression or from drug abuse and you want out, there are people who want to help. If you want to talk, I want to help. zuulzilla@gmail.com

Love and Life,

Time Travel Tuesday – Girls, Girls, Girls

I’d like to go back in time and tell you about my girl problems. No, not those kind of problems! Relationship problems.

Recent conversations with a friend has brought up a lot of rage, regret, and confusion on a topic that I’ve not handled well at all. I thought I could push it all to the back of my mind and never pull the memories up again, but after sharing the gist of the story with someone else I realized that avoiding my feelings were doing more harm than good. So, here it goes!

The first person to ever break my heart was a girl. We’ll call her Jan.

Jan and I met in high school. She was a year ahead of me. We had the same friends, so it was only natural that we become friends as well. Everyone in high school said I looked like Avril Lavigne. Jan started that. She was obsessed with Avril and she said that hanging out with me was like hanging out with another version of the singer. We spent many nights riding around in her car with the windows down; blasting ‘Complicated’ and singing as loud as we could. We were accompanied by two friends on a ride one night and I remember her telling them “you have to hear her sing this!” That was the first night anyone ever told me I could sing and encouraged me to do something about it. Long ago I had dreams of being a famous singer and what Jan said that night was something I had waited my whole life to hear.

Jan was an lesbian. She didn’t hide it and no one really gave her a reason to believe she had to. We didn’t have bullies in my high school. Everyone just accepted people for who they were. Hard to believe, but that’s just how it was. So, as you can imagine, I had quite a bit of out-of-the-closet classmates.

An unfortunate side effect of a teenager exploring their sexuality openly is heartbreak. More than the usual, in my opinion. People claiming to be bisexual would jump into a relationship with someone who was gay only for them to decide five months in that they aren’t really bisexual. This happened more times than I can count. A friend of mine went through all of high school claiming to be gay only to graduate as straight. I didn’t get it. To me, it’s not something you change your mind about. It’s not something you can turn off. However this is high school and high school is about discovering yourself. What they don’t tell you is how much you may hurt people in the process.

Jan had one serious relationship and several flings before her and I began talking. Yes, that kind of talking. Talking that led to driving around singing along with Avril. Talking that led to her playing guitar and encouraging me to sing along. Talking that led to us curling up on her couch together and watching TV while stoned out of our minds. I knew long before high school that I was at least bisexual. I never told anyone. I never thought it to be something I needed to put out there. You don’t sit your parents down to tell them your straight, why should I have to do it because I’m not? My sexuality is no one’s concern, so I didn’t talk about it. Only my friends knew. Jan knew.

Jan didn’t want to be in a relationship. I did. This went on for several weeks. Everyone at school knew there was something going on, but we didn’t talk about it. We just shot smiles and lip bites at each other when someone brought ‘us’ up. Things were good. I really felt like we had something.

That was until the night I worked up the courage to kiss her. I leaned in and she backed away.

Bells, this is the part I left out when I told you this story. I’m sorry, but it hurt too much to relive at the time. Even now as I’m typing I can feel my chest tightening…

I leaned in, she backed away, giggling. She turned to another friend of ours and kissed her instead.

I fell apart. I died. I died right there in her room. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even get mad. It was like someone took my heart and pulled it right out of my body and for a moment, I didn’t even exist. I was just there in an empty room with my feelings floating around me in pieces.

Jan woke me from my troubled daze; saying things like “I can’t take a risk.”, “You may not even be bi.”, and “How do I know you won’t go back to guys?” while I stood there in silence.

The doorbell rang. All I remember is rushing to the door with the intention of begging whoever it was to give me a ride home. It was a mutual friend of ours from school. He agreed to take me home and I waited for him in his car. I remember Jan walking out with him and I remember looking away as fast as I could. I refused to cry in front of her. I refused to show defeat.

I was silent the whole way home. When I finally made it to my room, I curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep.

I had never been so humiliated and so heartbroken. No one has ever been that cruel to me in all my life, and that’s coming from the ex-wife of a adulterer. It hurt. It still hurts.

To better understand all of my feelings, keep in mind that up until 8th grade I was bullied by girls and I’ve had a difficult time getting over that. Being turned down in that way took me back to how I felt as a victim of bullying. It’s also worth noting that I was the type of girl in High School that could get anyone she wanted. If I had a crush on you, I was dating you a week later. Being turned down by the first girl I ever chased not only shattered my heart, but also my pride.

I stopped hanging out with people at school and I held back any feelings I had for girls I met after that night. I still, to this day, don’t tell girls how I feel. I don’t allow myself to get close. For this reason, I have not had any female friends in a long time. The closest thing to a girl that I’ve crushed on and told was a female-to-male transsexual. That and other things helped me discover that I am not bisexual, but pansexual.

“Pansexual? You getting freaky with pans, Zuu?” I’ve seriously been asked this before. “Pansexuality, or omnisexuality, is sexual attraction, sexual desire, romantic love, or emotional attraction toward people of all gender identities and biological sexes.” Gender and sexuality hold no weight on my romantic interests. I don’t see people for what they have in their pants, I see people for who they are. However, I am conflicted. I’m conflicted because when it comes to girls, I take note of the gender and shy away out of fear. I don’t get along with the majority of women and it’s not because they are ‘too catty’ or some other silly ‘girls-hate-girls’ reason, it’s because I don’t know how to act around them anymore.

Bullied. Broken. Stepped on. That’s what girls have done to me. You always hear about guys being too hesitant to talk to pretty girls they are interested in because they don’t have the confidence. Nothing that a little pep talk or some booze can’t fix, right? Well, that’s me. With Every… Single… Woman. If I’m around girls, I start drinking. It’s the only way I come out of my shell. I am a real life Koothrappali.

I can text. I can converse online -most- of the time. But, talking to women in person whether I’m romantically interested or not is not easy at all for me. I hate calling call centers because I don’t want to end up on the phone with another women. I always hope it’s a man. I’m like this everywhere. I would rather deal with men than women because I’m afraid that if it’s a woman I’m going to crawl back into my shell as a result of being hurt in some way or another. Something as trivial as the tone of their voice will cause me to do this.

This has also led to an issue with dominant women. If I feel like I’m being talked down to by a woman, I crumble. If it’s a man, I get rebellious and speak my mind.

See. I’m Complicated.

Jan later dated that girl she kissed. That girl later broke up with her and started dating my brother. What goes around…

Being on Twitter and in the Warcraft community has helped tremendously with my troubles. I reach out to women more often than I used to. I’m excited about the idea of being able to attend Blizzcon and meet everyone, though I’m sure I’ll be drinking to calm my nerves.

Thanks and /hugs to all of you, especially @clockwork_bells. If it weren’t for you, I would have never confronted myself about my feelings.

Love and Girl Love,

Birthday To Remember

I wanted to thank everyone who came out to my birthday bash and watched the stream, donated, or participated in the events, but I wanted to do it with a little bit of pizzazz.

So here you go. I’m not the best singer. This was all in good fun. Enjoy!

So I put Vi to bed and got online
No surprise I’s runnin’ a little behind
8:45 before we got it all figured out
To the top of Karazhan showin’ our backsides

Yes we did the raid au natural
We thought that we were all going to fail
Turns out Karazhan is pretty easy when in your 9s
Even though we had some folks that had to bail


After flirting with Medivh and killing Prince
We headed to Gurubashi in Alliance defense!
Cross-realm got complicated and it turned into a mess
So we logged into our level one Taurens

The race was on and David was the first to die
And poor ol Chris got left at the Spirit Rise
We waited for him and Evan at Razor Hill
Then we raced on to show our Voljin pride


Wendy and Dys were way ahead; taking lead
While Chris and Dustin dodged the scorpions stings
A troll made a beef joke when he saw us /kneel
And that wrapped up our pretty fun STAMPEDE


But no – we want to continue this affair
/smack Gallywix, no wait, Gally isn’t there
So we took off to MC then ToC then places of winds
Where we were tossed way up high into the air


Overall it was a lovely night of fun
Some bumps, some irritations, but worth the run
Because we raised $685 for Child’s Play Charity
It was a birthday to remember… Thanks, everyone!

birthday bash

Thank you! From the bottom of my heart, you guys made this night amazing. Thank you all so very much! *hugs*

Zuu’s Birthday Bash – Charity Event

Zuu, what are you up to now?
It’s my birthday weekend and I want to spend it raiding with you and raising money for my favorite charity, Child’s Play!

What is Child’s Play?
Child’s Play is a wonderful charity that is dedicated to improving the lives of hospitalized children by providing them with toys and games. During this streaming event you will be able to donate to this charity via a donate button – and in doing so you’ll be putting a smile on the face of a child who needs it. 100% of all proceeds will go Child’s Play.

My goal is to raise $500 during the stream. That’s what I want for my birthday. I want $500 to go to a charity that has an amazing impact on the lives of sick children. As the big sister of a little boy who spent a great deal of his childhood in a hospital room, this charity and any donations mean more to me than I can express.

What are we doing?
We’ll start off by conquering old world raid zones! If we have the people for it, we may split into teams. BETS ACCEPTED!

Molten Core
Black Temple (If we have time before the next event.)

We’ll follow our heroic adventures up with some PVP in the Gurubashi Arena! BRING IT, HORDE.

There will be a STAMPEDE around 10:30pm! To participate, you will need to roll a level 1 Tauren on the US Turalyon server. The race will start at Camp Narache, where we’ll run to Thunder Bluff, catch the Zeppelin to Org, and race to Echo Isles. The first Tauren to /kneel before Vol’jin wins!

The winners of the arena battle and the STAMPEDE will have the opportunity to become characters in the Surviving Azeroth webcomic!

How do I participate?
This event starts on Friday February 7th at 8pm EST and will run until (at least) 11:30pm EST.

Click here to sign up for the raids and arena battle as Alliance.
Click here to sign up for the arena battle as Horde.
You can also DM, Tweet, or Email your Battletag directly to me. (Info at the bottom of this post.)

Due to the mix of content we may be seeing, I ask that raiders be least level 70. You must be Alliance for the raids. You can be Alliance or Horde for the arena. I suggest you bring a level 90 for the battle.

Anything else?
No reserves on loot. If you want it for transmog, NEED it. If it’s not for transmog, please greed or pass.

Raiders will be able to join voice chat!

Being that it’s my birthday and I’m choosing to celebrate it by giving back, I ask that participants (my guests!) please donate during this event.

I will be live streaming! Follow here! For more information and updates on this event, contact @Zuulzilla on Twitter or email me at zuulzilla@gmail.com

Time Travel Tuesday – Server Hoppin’

Hi, my name is Zuulzilla and I’m a World of Warcraft server jumper.

Let’s not go getting the wrong idea now. I didn’t jump servers because I was some notorious ninja or something. I switched servers for the same reasons most do. I needed a change of scenery. The server I was on died. PvP servers suck. I wanted to play with friends. All pretty valid reasons to want to pay money to go somewhere new.

I say that now, but at the end of this post I’m going to add up all the fees. I’ll be the girl curled up on her kitchen floor with a bottle of wine and wondering what I’ve been doing with my life.

My journey began on Gul’Dan! I was a wee mage by the name of Rie and I was taking on Azeroth by fireball. I spent A LOT of time in Elwynn Forest making campfires with my trusty flint and tinder and chatting with friends. Faffing, as we call it now. I had no idea what I was doing. Socializing was the only thing I really knew how to do in the game. I hung out in trade, flirted with a few infamous players, and talked a lot of shit. Come on, I was 19 and MMOs were new to me! I didn’t understand the etiquette. Warcraft was basically Yahoo chat with trolls and dragons. I didn’t know any better.

Name: Rie
Server: Gul’dan – A
Reason: Family played there.


Cupcake Manifesto was my guild. I was the only one in it.

I’ll be honest, I was only in ELITES UNLEASHED because the GM was an Aussie and my god was he lovely to listen to on Ventrilo! We had a short lived ‘thing’ for each other until he moved on to another flavor-of-the-month and new guild as well.

I briefly raided with Blood Moon Syndicate and BREW before giving the account to my brother who transferred Rie to Thunderlord!

…and renamed her Flictonic.

Name: Flictonic
Server: Thunderlord – A
Reason: Family played there.


He raided with her in this one guild until he quit and I briefly came back to the game. I raided with her a few times while she was unguilded until I quit just before The Burning Crusade released. It was around this time that I moved to Mississippi and was too busy acquiring an addiction to Dungeons and Dragons to do, well… anything else at all.

When I returned to the game a year later, I logged in at Light’s Hope Chapel, Eastern Plaguelands. I proceeded to pick up where I left off: Collecting Scourgestones. I was ganked the minute I left the city. Fuck you, PvP!

Name: Icyrie
Server: Gnomeregan – A
Reason: Family played there & NO MORE PVP!


Funny story for you: I had upgraded to BC, but I had NO interest in doing anything in BC until I finished what I was doing in vanilla. The first thing I did when I logged into my new server was travel to Silithus to finish farming Cenarion Circle rep so that I could get the Blade of Vaulted Secrets.

That was until my mom called me a noob and said I’d get a better weapon in Hellfire Peninsula.

I quit playing Icyrie shortly after hitting 70 due to not liking the server. I rerolled a Blood Elf Hunter on Draka and got her to 46 before finding a new server for my Mage.

Name: Immersa
Server: Whisperwind – A
Reason: People in my Draka guild had mains on Whisperwind and talked me into joining them.


This was my ‘hardcore’ raiding phase. Celestial Navigators was a casual guild with a semi-hardcore approach. I raided with them and server PUGs every week until I was accepted into the top guild on the server, Obsolete, near the end of BC. I raided a few times with them (before and after joining) until the expansion hit and I decided that this level of raiding was no longer for me.

As you can see, I guild hopped for a while. I just couldn’t find a good fit for me. Morphosis was another guild that I created. I made it with the intention of raiding, but some drama between it and another guild tore it apart. That’s when I found out that guild leading was not for me, and thought Alliance my not be, either.

So I faction changed when it became available!

Name: Immersa
Server: Whisperwind – H
Reason: Everyone was doing it.


Then something happened. It was around this time that a lot of bans were hitting people whose names didn’t match the name on the account, and this was happening because of account sellers. The account I was playing was in my ex’s name. We set it up that way because, at the time, we thought the name on the account needed to match the name on the credit card. The banning bothered me for a while, but eventually I felt I couldn’t risk it anymore. In an effort to not have my account banned and lose my mage forever, I quit playing WoW.

I eventually came back to the game on a brand new account. I started off with a Druid, Kovarri, but I had a hard time raiding as a healer. I knew if I was going to raid as DPS, I was going to do it on a Mage.

Name: Zuuli
Server: Malfurion – A
Reason: Random choice.


The levels and dates are missing with this one (as they are with a few). I’m guessing that’s because she was leveled up with RAF granted levels.

I later transferred her to Gilneas…

Name: Zuuli
Server: Gilneas – A
Reason: Really bad drama on Malfurion. Gilneas was randomly selected.


…and then to Sen’jin.

Name: Zuuli
Server: Sen’jin – A
Reason: Family played there.

(Sen’jin results aren’t showing for any of my characters for some reason.)

Then something AMAZING happened. After two years of support tickets, phone calls, and let downs… an angel in the form of a Blizzard Customer Service rep fixed my first account for me. I had my Mage back. It may seem silly to hang on like this to something from a virtual world, but this Mage is and will always be more to me than pixels and ice blocks. That CS rep did so much more than bring a character back to life that day. He filled a small void in my heart.

The drama left the guild on Malfurion. I transferred back. Alliance again!

Name: Immersa
Server: Malfurion – A
Reason: Rejoin my old guild.


I eventually left Malfurion due to issues with another player and transferred to Turalyon in hopes of finding a better guild.

Name: Immersa
Server: Turalyon – A
Reason: Was interested in a guild I found on the forums.


Turalyon is a wonderful server, but the guilds I found on Alliance side were just not for me. I recently took Immersa to another server.

Name: Immersa
Server: Dalaran – A
Reason: To join like-minded friends!

Immersa is now on the Dalaran server in the Phalanx of Nod guild. This is the last place I’ll ever transfer to. I know: “You say that now, Zuu.” But, I’m serious. This is it. I’m very happy to have found an awesome guild with awesome people on the server I’ve always wanted to be on.

All good Mages belong in Dalaran.

Total amount of name changes: 3
Total amount of transfers, including alts: 17
Total amount of faction changes, including alts: 5
Total amount spent on character services: $605

It’s really not that bad. I expected it to be a lot worse. I don’t have any other hobbies that I spend a fortune on, so $605 over the course of six years of actively playing isn’t terrible.

Total amount spent on World Of Warcraft (including merchandise, virtual items, expansions, and additional accounts): $3990


I think I’ll take my wine outside…

Love and WARCRAFT,

:: Character data was collected using Warcraft Realms ::

Boobs and Butts, Oh My! (NSFW)

There was an ass in my newsfeed this morning. Not just any ass. Miley Cyrus’s ass.

miley bum

Her ass, Zuu? Have you SEEN the Wrecking Ball video?”

Yes! I have seen the Wrecking Ball video. Or at least half of it. The video was a little over the top for my tastes. Not because she was naked, but because I don’t think her actions in the video were a good match for the tone of the song. Seeing her swingin’ ’round and breaking shit made that song lose its muchness for me.

“Okay, so there was an ass in your feed. Welcome to the internet!”

This was an ass unlike any other ass. Not because it was Miley’s. Not because it had an image of a tongue on it that drove my thoughts to obvious places. It was an ass that made the light bulb above my head light up and explode.

We preach ‘body positivity’ then turn around and shun people who want to post their tits online. Folks are slammed with “attention whore!” when they post pictures of their ass because they are proud of their backside.

I admit that seeing people post their junk all over the place bothers me. However, upon seeing the Cyrus derriere this morning, I asked myself “Why?”

Why does it bother me? Why the hell do I care? Proper research will give you a slew of photos from my modeling days. I’m no stranger to putting myself out there. The only difference between my professionally imaged boobs and your selfie Instagramed boobs is the picture quality. So, why is it a big deal if someone wants to flash their bits online?

That’s when I realized that it is how the person presents their lovely bits to the world that bothers me.

Day 1: “MUSCLES.” Day: 2 “ASS MUSCLES. EAT RIGHT, BITCHES.” Day 3: “DAY 1′S PHOTO IF YOU MISSED IT, BITCHES” – Unless you’re networking as a body builder or as a complete douche, please just don’t this.

“Tee-hee I made pizza!” – If over half the image is your cleavage, you’re not telling us about pizza, dear!

“Look at my elephant trunk of a cock!” – NO. Tie it in a knot and color me interested. Otherwise, NO. Genitals, in my opinion, are a bit much as far as sharing them on social media is considered. Save it for your porn site profile.

Presentation is key! Be proud of your body! If you’re so proud of it that you want to show it off, do it! Fuck the haters! Worried people will unfollow you for it? If someone unfollows or unfriends you for being YOU, to hell with them! Present yourself in a tasteful* manner and hopefully others will perceive what you present more positively.

(*Tasteful is a matter of perception. You can’t win them all.)

Let’s face it guys. Boobs and butts are EVERYWHERE. The internet has been kind to us in that regard. If I post a picture of my boobs online, it should not be a big deal. It’s a part of my body. We proudly post pictures of our faces when they are glowing or when we’ve found the perfect shade of lipstick. We should be just as excited to post pictures of our girls when they are being perky or when you’ve found a shirt that makes them sing!

Stop being afraid to show off your body! Clothed or unclothed! Weight, height, color – None of that matters! Embrace it! (Inb4 someone tweets me pictures of their hairy ass. Whatever you’re proud of, babe.)

Something I’m proud of: MY ASS. I think it’s a great ass and I take pictures of it all the time! Yes, there are pictures of my ass online. There is even a picture floating around of my boobs covered in chocolate. Am I ashamed? No! Does it make me less of a person? Not at all. It makes me, me.


Boobs and Butts,