Well, ladies, gentlemen, and chickens: I have a promise to keep.
If you read my last post, you know that I promised to do three of the tasks suggested as beta initiations if I ever happened to actually make it. The lure was too great for a reader named Lucas. I don’t know who he is or what connections he has, but determined to help me get in the beta (or maybe more determined to see me squirm under the weight of my oath), he sent me an email with the promise of a beta invitation.
Within one week of that e-mail, I received my invite. I’ve now been playing in the beta for three days. His last message to me before the invite said “Get your fishing gear ready…”
I could practically hear the evil laugh.
There are things I like: Pandora, potato chips, dill pickles, Mythbusters.
There are things I crave: Diet Pepsi, Cheez-It Hot & Spicy, 5 minutes of QUIET.
And then there are things I’m desperate for: my husband (rawr!), and a Cataclysm beta invite.
I know there are a lot of good reasons to NOT be in the beta, but for me, I dig the secret. Being in the beta is like being in a secret club. I want to know the things they’re talking about. I want to experiment. I want to poke and prod and explore the new content. I especially want to make it impossible for a certain warrior I know to rub his invite in my face.
So I asked Twitter (and my guild): If you had a secret, WoW-related club and I wanted to join, what embarrassing/challenging/ scandalous initiation would you put me through? Some of these people are so devious, they should probably work for Blizzard.