There is a certain ratio between grinding, raiding and madness – a tipping point if you like – where everything starts to become surreal. I’m in that place now, staring outward from the game wondering where the game ends and what effect it is having on me.
Today’s post is another rant about the week that was, the pugs that were not, and the dreams of raids left uncleared. Another long–ish rant, skip if you’re not keen on random stuff. 🙂