• Cosplay

    Tokyo Game Show 2010

    …don’t try this at home. Seriously, you just can’t look this cute unless you’re Japanese. I adore cosplay pics and themed maid cafes and so on, but middle-Western Americans just can’t pull this off.

    That’s kind of unfair, actually. When most Westerners dress up, we kind of look like LARPers, vaguely tubby white people running around in armor made from carpet and cardboard, whacking each other with rubber swords.

    There. I’ve just pissed off LARPers, American cosplayers, Midwestern Americans, and probably those of Japanese descent as well (although you guys have nothing to be pissed off about because you’re so damned stylish and cute).

    Anyway, a link to a gallery of cosplay pics from the Tokyo Game Show 2010. *sigh*

  • MMOs

    Of Gnome Invasions, Pimp Hats and Troll Tales

    This was a good weekend for roleplay on Argent Dawn, with two events taking place on Saturday. Single Abstract Noun continued their march for gnome rights, and spread the good word in Ironforge, Stormwind and Darnassus.

    Our ringing declarations of gnome rights and cried of “For Gnomeregan!” fell on deaf ears in Ironforge. In Stormwind we had a very helpful guard who showed us some of the sights of the city, after first trying to move us along from our chosen pub (which evidently didn’t serve gnomes.

    He kept telling us to visit Goldshire, go figure. :)

    In Darnassus we cleaned the road dust off with a dip in their famous spa. Much gnome nekkidness and silliness ensued, although we pissed off some of the night elves. Evidently the spa was a holy moonwell or something. Sheesh, who knew?

    Like country rubes on their first visit to the city, innocent of harmful intent, we caused consternation wherever we went.

    That evening was a troll storytelling event, which was by and large wonderful. Some stories rambled and lost their way, but many had a Just So story or Native American trickster tale feeling to them.

    And then we danced in circle, and thanked the loa for good hunting, true arrows, and clean kills. Lovely.

  • MMOs

    March of the Gnomes

    *insert any number of “hanging with my gnomies” jokes that you wish here*

    Single Abstract Noun’s Gnomer Gnome Rally took place this afternoon, and an inordinate amount of fun was had by all. We all created gnomes with names beginning with “gn” and headed out. Mine was Gnomercy.


    Through the Valley of Shadow

    We tried to move in orderly lines, we really did. But you know gnomes…

    “Ok, everyone form a straight line here.”

    “Shinies!” *scatter*

    But we made it through to Kharanos, where everyone visited the mailbox and picked up pets from the mailbox. We then doubled our numbers with penguins, which were almost as tall as we were. And then we were off, orderly as a herd of ferrets to Ironforge.

    This image is yoinked from Rahana – click for There Ain’t No Gnome Like a Blogger Gnome.

    It was fun. I laughed most of the way through the run. To my knowledge, most of the guild aren’t normally RPers, but lordy did they get into the spirit of things! All chat in /say was in character, and everyone was perfect for gnomes. I really wish that I’d screenshotted more of the chat.

    We formed a guild, <Single Abstract Gnoun>. Perfect.

    We didn’t attract a lot of attention from everyone in Ironforge, but we did pick up a few harrassers fans along the way.

    To wash the road dust off, we had a communal bath in Ironforge. There were some very suspect bubbles in the pool, and the penguins better have been to blame!

    As we made our way through Ironforge, trying to stay together, not fall into the lava, and so on, someone noticed that there was a Really Big Chicken in the museum. And they were off, scattering to go and see the sights. A fire was built under it, but in the end we had to forego the huge bird and remember why we were there.

    Now properly clean, the next step was to visit King Magni Bronzebeard to present our petition for gnome rights. (See Reflections from the Pond’s For Gnomeregan for some great screenshots.) He seemed reluctant to respond to our demands for lower doorknobs, shorter chairs, bars that we could be seen over, and so on (big beer steins, and big barmaids, were evidently A-OK). We left the petition on his throne for him to ponder over, and did what all little gnomies in the big city do – we went to the pub.

    The evening degenerated into Totally Butt Nekkid Table Dancing, the singing of gnome songs, and more frivolity. A wonderful afternoon for all.