Wait (the Whisper Song)

2006-10-27T00:48:57Z

You know what really chaps my twat?

Wait

Hey how you doin lil mama? lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sunthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft
Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So I dont mind asking for head
You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick

Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up

Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy
Up, Beat da pussy up

[verse 2]

You fine, but I aint gone sweat ya
See I wanna fuck, tell me whats up
Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take your thumb out
There might be a lil kosher to deal with
Wet ? hope they dont spill shit
I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work
Wanna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelin's hurt
Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog
And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl
Like (OOOOOH!)
Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the baseball bat
Fuck a bitch on da counter make the
Place fall mats
On the floor she aint screamin she a nut so they crack
Crack...crack
Fuck that bend over imma give you the dick

Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up

Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy
Up, Beat da pussy up

(OOOOOOOH!)

The top of what you ask? The height of World of Warcraft greatness.

Afew weeks ago, a good friend of mine quit playing Warcraft. He was acouncil member on what is now one of the oldest guilds in the world,the type of position coveted by many of the 7 million people who playthe game today, but which only a few ever get.

When he quit, Iasked him if he would write a guest blog post about the experience.What follows is a cautionary tale about the pull an escape from realitycan have on you.

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60levels, 30+ epics, a few really good "real life" friends, a seat on theoldest and largest guild on our server's council, 70+ days "/played,"and one "real" year later...

Mr. Yeager asked me to write this"guest blog" for him. I figured I should oblige him this request - itwas none other than Mr. Yeager who first introduced me to (begged forme to buy, actually :-p) the World of Warcraft. It was the "perfectstorm" for me; a time in my life when I was unemployed, living at myfamily's house far from my friends, and had just finished myengineering degree and was taking a little time to find a job. I had alot of free time on my hands and WoW gave me a place to spend it.

Thiscould be a many page epic tale, but I figure I'd give you the briefhistory and pertinent information. The guild Mr. Yeager got me into andwith which I became an officer is the oldest and largest on the serverI played on. It is around 18 months old and extremely well-versed inendgame instances. I was both the "mage class lead" and an officer. Ihave many very good friends I met through WoW (in real life - nokidding) and even have been "involved" with another councilor in reallife (yes, I know, I'm weird for meeting girls through an online videogame but honestly, ask Mr. Yeager, she's head and shoulders better thanall the girls I met DJing, waiting tables, in college, and bartendingat clubs in Philly). But I digress...

I just left WoWpermanently. I was a leader in one of the largest and most respectedguilds in the world, a well-equipped and well-versed mage, andconsidered myself to have many close friends in my guild. Why did Ileave? Simple: Blizzard has created an alternate universe where wedon't have to be ourselves when we don't want to be. From my vantagepoint as a guild decision maker, I've seen it destroy more families andfriendships and take a huge toll on individuals than any drug on themarket today, and that means a lot coming from an ex-club DJ.

Ittook a huge personal toll on me. To illustrate the impact it had, let'slook at me one year later. When I started playing, I was workingtowards getting into the best shape of my life (and making goodprogress, too). Now a year later, I'm about 30 pounds heavier that Iwas back then, and it is not muscle. I had a lot of hobbies includingDJing (which I was pretty accomplished at) and music as well as writingand martial arts. I haven't touched a record or my guitar for over ayear and I think if I tried any Kung Fu my gut would throw my back out.Finally, and most significantly, I had a very satisfying social lifebefore. My friends and I would go out and there were things to do everynight of the week. Now a year later, I realize my true friends are thegreatest people in the world because the fact I came out of my room,turned the lights on, and watched a movie with them still meanssomething. They still are having a great time teasing me at my expense,however, which shows they still love me and they haven't changed.

Thesechanges are miniscule, however, compared to what has happened in quitea few other people's lives. Some background... Blizzard created a gamethat you simply can not win. Not only that, the only way to "getbetter" is to play more and more. In order to progress, you have tofarm your little heart out in one way or another: either weeks at atime PvPing to make your rank or weeks at a time getting materials forand "conquering" raid instances, or dungeons where you get "epic loot"(pixilated things that increase your abilities, therefore making you"better"). And what do you do after these mighty dungeons fall beforeyou and your friend's wrath? Go back the next week (not sooner,Blizzard made sure you can only raid the best instances once a week)and do it again (imagine if Alexander the Great had to push across theMiddle East every damn week).

What does this mean? Well, to ouraverage "serious" player this equates to anywhere between 12 hours (forthe casual and usually "useless" player) to honestly 10 hours a day,seven days a week for those "hardcore" gamers. During my stint, I wasplaying about 30 hours a week (and still finding it hard to keep upwith my farming) and logging on during my work day in order to keep upwith all the guild happenings and to do my scheduling and tracking forthe raids. A lot of time went into the development of new policieswhich took our friendly and family-oriented guild further and furtheraway from its roots but closer to the end goal. Honestly, what that endgoal is I'm not totally sure - there is truly no end to the game andevery time you feel like you're satisfied with your progress, anotheraspect of the game is revealed and, well, you just aren't as cool asyou can be again.

There are three problems that arise from WoW:the time it requires to do anything "important" is astounding, it givespeople a false sense of accomplishment, and when you're a leader, andget wrapped up in it, no matter how much you care or want people tocare, you're doing the wrong thing.

First off, let's go back tothe time it takes to accomplish anything in the game. To really besuccessful, you need to at least invest 12 hours a week, and that isbare minimum. From a leadership perspective, that 12 hours would belaughed at. That's the guy who comes unprepared to raid and has toleave half way through because he has work in the morning or is goingout or some other thing that shows "lack of commitment". To the extremethere is the guildie who is always on and ready to help. The "goodguildie" who plays about 10 hours a day and seven days a week. Yes,that's almost two full-time jobs. Funny, no one ever asks anyquestions, though.

The worst though are the people you know havetime commitments. People with families and significant others. I am notone to judge a person's situation, but when a father/husband plays avideo game all night long, seven days a week, after getting home fromwork, very involved instances that soak up hours and requireconcentration, it makes me queasy that I encouraged that. Othersinclude the kids you know aren't doing their homework and confide inyou they are failing out of high school or college but don't want tomiss their chance at loot, the long-term girl/boyfriend who is skippingout on a date (or their anniversary - I've seen it) to play (and insome cases flirt constantly), the professional taking yet another dayoff from work to farm mats or grind their reputations up with in-gamefactions to get "valuable" quest rewards, etc... I'm not one to tellpeople how to spend their time, but it gets ridiculous when you take astep back.

The game also provides people with a false sense ofsecurity, accomplishment, and purpose. Anyone can be a superhero hereif they have the time to put in. Not only that, a few times I've seenthis breed the "rockstar" personality in people who have no confidenceat all in real life. Don't get me wrong, building confidence is a goodthing and something, if honed appropriately, the game can do veryright. But in more than a few cases, very immature people with badattitudes are catered to (even after insulting or degrading others "inpublic") because they are "better" than the rest. Usually this meansthey played a lot more and have better gear. I'd really hate to see howthis "I'm better than you attitude" plays out in real life where itmeans jack how epic your loot is - when you say the wrong thing to thewrong person it's going to have repercussions and you can't just logout to avoid the effects of your actions.

And people puteverything on the line for these accomplishments with which theyassociate much value. I know of children and spouses being forced toplay and grind for their parents, threats of divorce, rampant neglect,failing grades in school, and thousands of dollars spent on"outsourcing" foreign help. For what, you ask? Honor. The desire to bethe best for at least one week. To get the best loot in the game. Whatdo these "heroes" receive? Why, cheers and accolades of course as theyparade along in their new shiny gear... which is obsolete the firsttime they step into one of the premier instances. The accomplishmentand sacrifice itself are meaningless a few days later. Then it'susually off to the races again.

Finally, when you're a leaderthere is a call (or more appropriately a demand) for success. Usuallythose you represent want to keep progressing. They want to keepimproving. They want more access to the best things. It is on you toprovide it. In my experience, when you fail to progress fast enough,waves ripple throughout the guild and people become dissatisfied. It'syour fault, no matter what. Everything you've done to keep things fairand provide for everyone does not mean a damn thing. A few will standup for you, but when you have 150 people who all want 150 differentthings, you end up listening to 150 voices complaining about the jobyou're doing. This volunteer job usually takes at least 10 extra hoursa week (on top of regular playing). Towards the end of my year ofservice, I apparently couldn't do anything right with my class. I hadto rotate people to make sure everyone was getting a fair shot. I wroteactual mathematical proofs the allowed for fair and effective (yes,both) raid distribution according to efficiency, speed, and guild classpopulation. I even rotated myself more than any other class member.People still took it upon themselves to tell me what I was doing wrong(constantly) and how their way was more fair (usually for them).

Thething that kicked me in the ass more than anything else was I reallycared if my guildies were getting what they wanted out of theexperience. I truly thought my efforts would make them happy. I wantedto make a difference to them. The greedy and socially phobic highschool kid I thought I could help through the game, all of the couples(both married and not) who were falling apart because of the game Ithought I could rescue, the girl who was deeply wounded by a guy wholeft her for the game but was herself addicted I thought I could save,not to mention a host of others, I thought my efforts were helping.Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I was providing them with anescape from their problems and nurturing the very thing that washolding them back. Oh yeah, it hit me like a ton of bricks after I hadchanged so much and lost enough of myself that the most wonderful girlI ever met broke up with me.

I remember clearly after fumblingaround life for a few weeks that I dragged myself into the bathroom toget ready for work. I was tired because I was up until close to 2 AMraiding. Every week I read though email or I would run into one of my"real" friends and I'd hear "Andy, what's up, I haven't seen you in awhile." I looked in the mirror and in a cinemaesque turn of events anda biblical moment of clarity, told myself "I haven't seen me in a whileeither."

That did it. I wanted to do the things I wanted to doagain and be with the people who appreciated me even if I abandonedthem for a year and sucked to high heaven as a friend. The prodigal sonreturned and my friends were happy. The best advice I got was from thegirl who dumped me for being a jackass (and after I decided to reallyquit and be "myself again" became one of, if not my best friend in theentire world), who said "your real friends like you even when you screwup." It's true.

Funny side note was the reaction I got fromthe guild that I spent a year pouring my heart and soul into. I made mypost in the guild forums saying I was leaving (half of it RPing -something that doesn't happen after you start raiding) and that it wastime for me to move on. Three days later I didn't exist any more. Themachine kept on moving without this gear. A few people asked me overemail (and when I logged on to clean out the old bank) when I wascoming back (I'm not going to). There are a few others I keep incontact with and am planning on going to visit sooner or later so I canhang out in person and they can finally meet me. But in the end beingforgotten about so soon after still left a bittersweet taste. But onethat was a lot easier to swallow than the one I chugged down every dayfor the better part of a year.

Don't get me wrong, WoW did a lotof things right. At times it was a fun game that allowed me to keep incontact with friends who lived far away. More importantly it introducedme to some of the best real life friends I've ever met. However, it didtake an undeniable toll on me and is taking a far greater one on many,many people when taken too far.

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You know what really chaps my ass?

you know what really chaps my ass??

asschappingood @ 2006-12-16T00:27:00

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