Posts Tagged ‘annoying’

15
Mar
17:17

Why RP in World of Warcraft is as terrible as it is

I’m afraid that I just have to face it. The RP can suck a lot. So the game stopped being much fun, and so I tried turning to what I liked so much about it: RP.

After a few weeks in EVE Online I came back and realized what makes this game so RP unfriendly. You may think, “isn’t RP made by the players?” Well, it is, but it’s the system that limits them more often that it enables them – in any game – it’s only a question of how much. And so desperately trying to get something done, I realized I could only name a few roleplayers whom I had a good time with by now.

So this is a kind of guide, or list, of what is wrong with RP in World of Warcraft from the game’s point of view. Of course, the people are a different thing and I will touch on that too, but this is mainly about the game itself.

The mechanics won’t let me kill or be killed by the same people I RP with
The game has faction based warfare. The Alliance and the Horde. They can only kill the other side. Only. The side they don’t RP with.

But consider this. When I talk to people, I may sometimes make enemies, just as I will make friends. In that case, I may want to kill them. Actually, sometimes I really wanted to kill them. Strangle them to death.

And so usually fights are resolved as emote dueling, rather than actually trying to fight it out, as duel are not allowed in cities. It’s usually silly things, and they all too often end up in drama on either side, which means they go out of character to point that out.

Four out of five fights inside the RP hubs I reckon would have some element of going out of character.

So I find myself at a loss of tools to play out my character without a terribly headache.

Carebear players
They sometimes come up with the weirdest excuses. I am not kidding. At the moment, there are several terms in the community that I don’t like.

First of all, there’s something called “being out of character”. As in, RP is something you toggle on and off when you like to. And sometimes, especially in the new expansion leveling rush, you will find that most of your friends are “currently out of character.” Sometimes when they’re “out of character”, they find it fitting to fuck around and speak out of character.

What’s the point of that? Transfer if you don’t want to RP, damnit.

The second thing I hate is “RP armor.” Say you’re a paladin, a nice guy, but your armor (the one you use for PvE) is mostly black and evil looking. Happens. What people do then is collect a different armor set, usually called “RP gear”, and pretend that’s their usual armor, except it looks cool.

I’m not saying that they treat it in-character like two sets, no, they ignore the PvE set and pretend there’s only the RP set, and then they start whining about how you can’t duel them because they’re “wearing their RP gear and they will lose.”

Yes, that’s the point. When you wear armor that isn’t as good, yes, by right, I should be able to win, maybe because my sword can poke through your stupid tin can and kill you!. I wonder!

A complete disregard for any mechanic that you don’t like, even if it actually makes sense.

The best though, is when somebody tries to enforce the law. They don’t actually have a way to do it, they just try to get your cooperation. Sometimes it actually works. Usually nobody cares and they get offended that you’re a bad RPer and won’t respond to their “you’re under arreest!!!!1″ when what you did is likely legal anyway.

The amount of manure in the form of whining that comes out of their keyboards is sickening. They will spam general chat with “ur a bad rper!!!!”, they will speak with funny brackets around their text (like that makes speaking out-of-character any better…) and just act majorly retarded because they feel entitled. Entitled to do whatever they want or something.

RP unfriendly mechanics
You die and come back with no penalties, change your abilities completely for a certain sum of money and most PvE content is based on respawns of NPCs – some of which are named.

So raiding can’t be done more than once in character unless I either:

  1. Forget it ever happened once I step out of the dungeon.
  2. Pretend it never happened before.
  3. Pretend we’re somewhere else.

But a raiding community I was in about half a year ago did this. And I am not kidding. We would go do Karazhan once or twice a week. Mostly because they were too stupid to do Zul’Aman, but I liked the idea of in-character raiding and so thought I’d try it.

They would pretend that all the bosses in Karazhan are resurrected on a weekly basis. Yes, resurrected. And that the Alliance gives us Badges of Justice via some teleportation after we reported kills via walky-talkies.

I am not kidding. That really was how they viewed it. It was plain stupid! Not to mention the lack of technical skill, the amount of drama mostly caused by one person and the idiotic space-warping HQ channel. So no matter where I was, I was actually in their HQ at the exact same time.

What the hell.

Battlegrounds weren’t quite a joy either except for maybe Alterac Valley, though even then, doing it a second time was out of the question. Warsong Gulch for instance is about capturing flags. Capturing flags? In-character? What do you think this is, a friendly game between the Alliance and the Horde?

All play and no consequences makes Jack a very dull boy
There really are no consequences to your actions, ever. Dying just means some broken equipment, which you will be able to repair for minor costs anyway. Murdering all the NPCs of an enemy town means nothing in terms of mechanics. You simply can’t change the universe.

I can’t own a house, I can’t be a guard, and territories never change. Talk about long meaningless grinds, battlegrounds don’t do anything and the Horde will own certain parts of the world, while the alliance will own different ones and never change except for say, Wintergrasp every two hours. The world is static.

I have to rely on people’s kindness in order to get anywhere

I can’t bump into people, I can’t shove them out of the way, and I can’t even threaten to kill them. That means, I have to rely on their kindness to cooperate with my RP style choices, in-character clashes between characters and our out of character relationship. So I want someone to move away. The only, yes only, thing I can do is ask. And if they say no – there is nothing I can do about it either.

And that is how I am subjected to others’ mercy.

They don’t really get us
It’s been said before, Blizzard doesn’t care much. The community has been asking over and over and over again to take action against griefers, OOC names and you name it. Rarely do they act on such tickets and when Jeff Kaplan was asked about RP items, this is the answer we got:

Jeff Kaplan: Well the role players, and I can tell by his name Wichdocta that he’s really into role playing, the role playing players are actually going to get a lot of items even before Wrath of the Lich King. We have a great event coming up, it is our Mid-Summer Fire Festival [...]

So there is a lot of really cool items, one of my favorite items was the Brazier of Dancing Light which is this brazier that you place down and it has this dancing figure all on fire and you can dance with her then it turns you on fire as well and it really is just a role play item but it is a fun toy for people to play with.

You can juggle torches, there is a robe that when you click on it, it sets you on fire and puts you dancing. So there is a lot of fun stuff that I think players will have and we are planning to continue that same concept – a lot of fun toys – we are looking into making for Wrath of the Lich King as well.

When RP means “dancing around a fiery figure and a robe that sets you on fire”, I guess I understand why they’re turning a blind eye: because they don’t know what we’re on about.

People don’t always roll on RP servers to RP and end up griefing
I tend to think the greatest issue is that most of the realm isn’t actually composed of just roleplayers. But also people who don’t want to have anything to do with it though hang around anyway. They don’t end up RPing, the end up not giving two shits and as I mentioned above – nothing can be done about them.

02
Mar
15:41

Bad, Bad Software Design

I rarely use windows and rarely had to in the last two years that I’ve owned a Mac. Before that, I was a Linux user for some years. But those of us who don’t use Windows all know that frustrating moment when you realize you need an installation of Windows to do something.

There is Wine, which works for some things, though admittedly, not always that great. There’s virtualization, which it seems matured greatly in recent years.

But I ask myself, why don’t I actually use Windows? Surely, you can get used to anything, and there are certain aspects of it that are tolerable, but maybe I needed a reminder. So I installed a copy on a virtual machine, booted it and off I went.

Retro’s not too bad
I really hated the new XP look after a while, much in the same way that I hate the vista look. But somehow I’ve grown to really like the old standard look. Why? I don’t know, maybe it’s familiar. Maybe it’s more to do with the fact that it’s easier on the eye. Or maybe it’s just to do with the fact that IT’S SIMPLY UGLY. And so I stuck with the old look on purpose.

Good old ugly look

Good old ugly look

That’s not a big deal, is it? I can deal with that.

Annoyance kicks in
I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST PRESSED THAT BUTTON. It’s the windows key. I was doing something in full screen on the virtual machine and Command-tabbed out of it only to realize that the I PRESSED THE WINDOWS KEY.

The first problem with windows is that they don’t give you the tools to fight their own stupidity. So you have to get external tools to do the job.

I hate this key

I hate this key

Fine, I install it, much better now. I’m happy at least. I don’t have that thing getting me out of full screen now at least.

Idiotic software designs
Installing programs is usually done via wizards in Windows. Due to the lack of a complete unified installer, programmers rely on things like:

  • InstallShield
  • NullSoft’s NSIS
  • Various self extractors and such
  • Praying.

Apple solved the problem already. Programs are packages, you put them in your applications folder or wherever you like. For the uninitiated, this is what it looks like:

See the funky icon that reads DOSBox?

See the funky icon that reads DOSBox?

The file named DOSBox is an actual application. It contains everything you need. All you have to do is drag it to your favorite folder (/Applications is usually it). That’s ALL you have to do.

Hell, even on Linux installation processes are usually summed up as ‘apt-get install emacs‘ or ‘emerge emacs‘ or at worst as extracting a tarball and typing in ‘./configure && make && make install‘, where as on Windows installation processes are all different and horrible in their own unique ways.

I’m going to make a point and try to install audio drivers. No big deal, just audio drivers for a very simple card. So I downloaded a .exe file from the vendor’s website, I launch it and get a screen. “Reading package contents”. The Bar fills up completely and there it is extracting files. Then it appears that wasn’t the ACTUAL installer, and it needs to start another InstallShield installer inside it.

This process takes quite some time, though. But, hey, look! Something’s happening! It’s taking up all of my screen space to do stuff, yay!

I was gonna use that screen space!

I was gonna use that screen space!

So I had my screen space ninja’d by an installer which was launched BY an installer. I think I must be trippin’ serious balls here because this is what I see:

There's more of you?

There's more of you?

Another installer. Another progress bar.

But this is what really ticks me off about software for Windows. They are intrusive as hell. This is merely a sound driver by same I think Taiwanese company. They somehow thought it’s a good idea to add this useless program to my startup called “SOUNDMAN.EXE” which does practically nothing.

No matter what sound card I was using under Linux, I always, with no exception, used the same tools to control it. Alsamixer. And though some hardware will rightly need extra utilities to deal with them (such as the wacom tablet I had), those utilities don’t run on start up.

In other words, they don’t bother you unless you use them.

Mac OS includes every single printer driver out there, and that’s cool because they’ve all been tested and approved by Apple so you don’t need their Printer Monitor X 2™ to use their printer, but Apple’s own printer monitor, which fits uniformly into your OS X desktop.

The CEO says I’m speshul
Some companies think it’s a good idea to make their software look different. That is to say, throw everything the OS developers have done out the window and substitute it with their own stuff. You guessed it: they never fit into the overall design. For instance, software that I like a lot:

I'm so special and I stand out so much!

I'm so special and I stand out so much!


But don’t get me wrong. I like what it does and not how it does it. Why even waste time on skinning those widgets? Who the hell wants to see that?

Why can’t we all learn a lesson from software windows software and avoid that stupidity?

Update: Check out this atrocity.

04
Feb
11:47

Me vs. Work

To reasonably accurately describe the way I felt about that job, Kafka’s The Castle comes to mind. That is, I felt powerless against the oddly clueless bureaucracy which (somewhat innocently so) serves as the root of the problem.

My job was to hand out shopping carts to costumers at the tax free store in the Ben-Gurion airport. Either that or “guarding” the exit, which primarily involved telling people where the entrance was, that they shouldn’t leave with the cart and where various facilities were located.

The goal of each and every actor in this charade had been to subject the docile minds of weak travelers to as many temptations as possible. For instance, the store’s manager had ordered for the passage between the tobacco section and the checkout to be conveniently obstructed by shopping carts, hence forcing smokers to take the long way around and hopefully buy a few things on the way. It looked like a supermarket, one where excess was displayed as a necessity and sold as if within anyone’s reach, if only they wanted it.

It was another day apart from the incident with the carpool which never arrived. I stood by the entrance, dispirited, broken and demotivated to do anything. Not that I needed to. Saturday mornings aren’t exactly ever full. The alcohol salesman approached me and, slumped over a shopping cart, he complained endlessly, praising himself. Poured his heart out on me like those liquor samples he was to give out. His stories were, without a doubt, over the top. Tall-tales he conjured, though not all of it I would imagine. How he worked as a bartender at one club or the other and that the entire town knew him. About how he “did” Swedes in Thailand and how he used to work in telemarketing.

I truly did not want to believe most of it. The part with the 13,000 shekel salaries in particular. And to think he was working on 24 shekel an hour plus commissions (and evidently didn’t sell much).

Complaints about the economy came and kept coming and by the end of it I felt bitter myself and began to question why I was there as well.

When I told him about my experiences with the carpool that morning he answered, “they’re stupid. They’re animals. It’s a dead end” and I didn’t argue. He was right after all. The drivers were those marginal leftovers that entered the workforce regardless of their utter lack of professionalism. It was enough for their accents to give that detail away, and I almost felt a hatred for them for having them – though I know, that’s just a convenient thing I can blame.

We and the drivers were both prole trash. But we weren’t on the same team. We hated them, and they hated us, and with such passion. Hard working men who didn’t give two shits whether I got to work or not, just as long as they could get paid. Did they even have free time?

A woman, maybe in her late twenties, a smoker, with the same light blue sweatshirt every day shared my woes at times in trying to make sense of this situation. Asked me if I wanted to share a cab once, but I brushed that off. I simply don’t have the money, it’s quite simple. The perfume promotion worker – a tall Romanian who was equally unhappy as I was about being a victim to this system had unlike myself a useful way to vent her anger. She told me how she on her first day of work gave a little bit of “straight-talkin’” to the driver on how he should watch his tone with her.

“People like that have no limits. You’ve got to draw the line.”
I shrugged and said, “I just try to let it go.”
“But you can’t let it go!”

I would have told her she was right, but I knew I couldn’t do it myself at the same time. I had to either soak the blows or avoid them altogether. But knowing myself for long enough, as much as I’d like to spit in their face and kick them in the eye, that never would have happened. At least not to their face.

The way it worked, my schedule for the next day or so will be sent out to the drivers and their respective companies and thus I will be put down on a list. The pickup location I chose, though, did not actually exist. That is, it showed up on the list of locations given to me, but if I wanted it I would simply be dropped from the lists for the way back and occasionally for pick-up too.

And so one day I made up my mind and decided to change my pick-up location to a different one. The “deputy” referred me to the shift manager. When I spoke to him, he said he would fix it temporarily, and told me to talk to someone who can only be reached during office hours for a “permanent solution”. But since it’s a Saturday, I have to wait until Sunday – office hours in particular – and speak to one of the two women in charge. Both of which had ridiculously similar names and functions. Lee and Lee-at. The latter was described as a “revengeful bitch” by the aforementioned alcohol salesman. Or it may have been the other – I quite frankly don’t know as they practically have the same name and job description.

He never actually did that “temporary solution” and I was dropped from the list on the way back, along with four others.

By the time I managed to get to one of the similarly named clerks, it was technically speaking the wrong one, and that took two days as well as she was in meetings (who would a lowly clerk meet?), generally unavailable (i.e. not answering the phone) and mysteriously gone (not in the office). That link between my employers and the carpool service was impenetrable to me.

Calling Bontour directly resulted in being shoved aside very rudely so and be referred to See & Tour, a different company. Though the logos on the side of the car did say Bontour, it’s unclear to me why. See & Tour gave me the same treatment. Some rude secretary answered the phone, gave me the usual “I don’t know” sorts of answers and rudely hung up on me. I recommend neither of these companies solely due to their employees’ lack of professionalism, repulsive behavior and failures to simply do their job. Getting me from point A to point B and back.

The carpool failed to come again. Or maybe it did come, except not to where I stood since the list failed to come through as intendede again and left me there twenty minutes before work wondering where the hell was my ride to the airport and how was I supposed to get there?

I called the shift manager, whose line was busy for some time, who told me to wait. I waited for a call back, and when it came, the answer was, “he was there at 18:03, you weren’t. There was also a bookstore worker there, but who knows. The only thing you can do is try to get here on your own.”

I tried to explain how there was no such way. I didn’t have a car, no money for a taxi and hardly even a train (which would have taken an hour as well). I said I can’t do that unless they stop pulling that shit on me. Except I used much nicer words.

I shouldn’t have, I should have just punched her in the face through the phone somehow.

The job itself, disregarding any flaky systems to get me there and back is just barely under the threshold of enjoyable. The costumers don’t hate you (though that’s because I wasn’t a cashier, who probably get more flak).

I speak of it in past tense and it saddens me to think that I may end up coming back to it after all. And it worries me to think I “have” to get along with these inferior types. Unfortunately, as someone who holds grudges, perhaps I ought to find something else to do.