Short commentary this evening, as I sit in the Boston airport waiting for my boss’ plane to arrive. He is late; how like an executive. I bet he’ll blame the plane, too! At least I got this comic done. Mind, Logan airport does not believe in free internet, so I won’t be posting this till I get to my room.


Warhammer Online is pretty fun, but like all MMOGs, the fun factor is multiplied when you have good people to play with.

I was plinking around one evening while my husband was messing about with his Black Orc, Brakk. I noted some unmanly giggling coming from his side of the room, so I knew he was having a good time.

I looked over to see what he was up to, and saw that he was grouped with some other Black Orc he’d randomly run into earlier. I grinned, “Brakk, meet Coyote in disguise.” Then I sent a tell to Krunnk, “Coyote, meet my husband, the OTHER giggling Orc.”

I joined them for an hour or so as my Gobbo Shaman, during which time we got painfully little “accomplished”, but had an awful lot of silly fun roleplaying the Greenskins, to an audience of one lone Dwarf and a Chikkin. Accomplishments aside, that’s what playing games is all about… fun.

I admit I stole about four comics worth of material from that short stint in game. Coyote can send me a bill for his part, and I’ll ignore it along with all the other bills that don’t involve the roof over my head and our internet connection.

;-)#
Brasse (and sometimes Brazze)


Ps. Coyote has been going on about Warhammer in his column as well, and even though it’s Not Funny, Ever, he does mention the Dwarven Beard issue (in that females have none in WAR). Course, that didn’t stop me. Brasse smuggled herself into game pretending to be male so that she could keep the beard. Like the inspectors could TELL Dwarven genders apart, hahahah.

(Yes, this comment is partially designed to lure Wren into WAR as well. We can use a slightly crazed fraboomie person once a week… as a bonus, the Witch Elves come in some shade of purplish. Ya know ya wanna.)