Storytime with the Gamer Girl, Holly.
So how does freaky internet stalker somehow correspond with real life Holly? Well this story goes back in time a couple of years when I had a few more friends than I do now. One of these friends, a beautiful girl who’s name I won’t say here, picked me up during one of her school breaks, she was off two weeks in town, and so every day we’d go to this little coffee shop.
I live in a very small town in Eastern, US. In the bible belt no less. And so me and this friend had a running joke, well I’m a bisexual, and well you can imagine how the bible belt in Bodunk, USA reacts to lesbians. My friend isn’t into girls, but hates the town. So we liked to pretend we were girlfriends at this coffee shop, really lay it on, and see how many people we could drive away.
So our first day there’s a guy that is obviously excited to see us play up this role. So I point him out to my friend and we -really- play up this role. And then we leave and I think nothing of it.
So we go day two, and the guy’s there again, maybe he’s a regular? I’m not, no idea. Day three? Guy shows up right after we do. Day four? Same, shows up right after we do. Day five, I’m paranoid, start paying attention. Day 6, I notice a car that followed us day before. Day 7, I manage to by making it park in front of the window see it’s the guy’s car. On day 8, I get the biggest scare, he starts following us at the block -on my street.- So he’s been tailing my friend from somewhere at the very earliest before picking me up (I have no license) and worst case scenario at -her- house. Now I’m afraid, and guilty, I may have given some psycho killer my friend’s address, I have to fix this, and I have to fix this -now.-
So we get to the coffee shop, and my friend is actually nonethewiser, I’m good at hiding my observations, and I like to think good at being slightly manipulative. So I fill her in, explain to her what’s happened, point out the guy. And in a fit of “I will fix this, because this could seriously hurt my friend.” I do something crazy, people who know me will know I’m very protective of my friends and very dismissive of myself. So I simply tell her to follow my lead, grab her hand, and go and sit with creepy stalker guy.
So when we sit down his eyes are as big as saucers, he obviously wasn’t expecting that. He’s stammering as I say in my best flirty voice “mind if we sit here?” He stammers out an affirmative. I yank my friend, who’s looking at me like I’m nuts, and well, I am, but, that’s besides the point! So my brain is trying to work a million miles an hour at how to deal with this guy, and while I’m trying to think about it, my main goal at the moment is to keep face. “My…..friend really liked how you looked, and I can’t say I disagree, but she’s shy, and I’m obviously not, so I decided to….introduce us, I’m Melody, and she’s Clarice.” I say, and try very very hard to not say Clarice with the same intonation as Hannibal does in silence of the lambs.
So, my brain has clicked with an idea, easiest way to get rid of the stalker that freaks you out? Freak -them- out more! Yes, brilliant plan, no? Yeah, probably not, but I was working spur of the moment here people!
Time for a small interrupt. So to give some background about what’s about to happen, my friend, on her ankle has a burn scar from her curling iron that looks like a Y surrounded by a circle, dead ringer for it actually. So she has a skirt, and a flip flop on, so it’s visible. Now we return you to your regularly scheduled story.
So anyways, my brain has clicked, so I lean forward to try to show some of my severely lacking cleavage to the guy, who takes the moment to admire the view, my friend is still looking at me like I’m nuts so I kick her under the table to tip her off I have a plan.
“So, we’d like to get to know you better” I say as breathily and seductively as I can, I kick my friend again, and she nods in agreement. He also nods, strangely enough, and I’m like “and if you’re interested maybe that could be much….much better” He nods a lot more. “But first, we have to make sure you’re…..man enough to handle us.” and he nods again. “See, first we take you somewhere private.” He’s nodding and it looks like his head’s going to fall off, my friend however is also nodding but giving me a look that says she’s going to show me what hell looks like frozen.
“We take you somewhere private…….” I continue, “And we show you the bed.” “yeah?” He says. “Yeah,” I say “We show you the bed, and we pull out the straps.” He nods again, more furiously than ever. “Then we pull out the brand” He nods….realizes what I said, and catches it, suddenly looking very confused. “Yeah” I say, trying to breathe heavier, leaning forward more, trying to show arousal that isn’t there that is instead a big wave of fear that this won’t work. “Our brand, because we only get…intimate with people with the brand. And then we’re very……..very intimate”
He starts looking back and forth between us, my friend, bless her heart, is now seeing my plan and playing along, pushing her breasts up (god she had nice breasts.) and nodding. “My friend has had her brand a while, the brand of Yggdrasil. The Norse god of destruction.” I lie, hey, it was the first thing that popped into my head that started with Y. So I grab her leg, and literally jerk it up, she nearly falls out of her chair, the entire coffee shop including the guy sees her panties, and I point at her burn scar. “When you have the brand, you’re one…of…us…” I say breathily.
So by this point the guy looks like a caged squirrel surrounded by rabid wolves. With the entire coffee shop looking at our table, due to me literally turning my friend upside down he’s now in a very public, and slightly offsetting position. “Igottagobye” he says really quickly and darts away as fast his legs can literally carry him.
My friend nearly killed me after that, and I can’t blame her, but hey, it worked!
Story A + Story B = Conclusion C!
So what’s the point of all this? I guess mostly to share it. It’s odd that I could take the second how I did, and feel so powerful with the first. The anonymity of the internet is probably the scariest part. The fact I couldn’t -face- the person who was hunting me like an animal. And I wasn’t fueled by an animalistic desire to protect my friend. In the end though, I think the best thing you can do is seek help with the problem, there’s strength in numbers, and there’s certainly some strength in authority.Read More
After explaining my reasons for not posting any real life stories of me up until now, and why I did that, I think it’s time to tie a current problem I’m facing, with a problem I faced in real life, since they’re very similar, and hopefully my story can make you smile, as it still does me. Maybe some of you have faced a similar problem, and maybe my stories will help, if in no other way than to help you not feel alone, but anyway, on to my current problem! I’m making this a two part series, with my current problem (which is hopefully resolved.) And my past real life problem will go up tomorrow.
The main reason this topic bothered me wasn’t the subject matter per say, but how people might take what I write here. I am no professional, this is not a guide on how to deal with these problems, in fact, I can see a bunch of mistakes I personally made. This is me imparting two stories, my feelings, my thoughts, and my reactions, nothing more. So anyways now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, part one of my two part post!
In a World, a World Where a Stalker can Stalk Stalkily.
It all started innocently enough a few weeks ago, my cute druid in it’s wolpertinger form (I heard TotalBiscuit from Cynicalbrit call it this once, and since my moonkin always pulled out a wolpertinger and called it it’s brother, it feels really appropriate!) decided to pug a Vault of Archavon. Yes I pugged it, and yes that was the first mistake. The reason I pugged it though is our raid leader, through some form of insanity I cannot explain wants to do -only- ICC, and says we should pug the weekly raid and vault if we want it, and while I -greatly- disagree with this decision, I respect it. We only raid one night a week, and not using raid time for things that -are- easily enough pugged is understandable, even if I disagree that it’s better for progression than doing them.
But! I get sidetracked, so I pugged VoA 10, in hopes of getting frost badges, maybe a t10 piece, or maybe some more PvP gear for the PvP set I keep trying to make, and maybe one day will have. The raid leader is a resto druid, and is the only other druid in the raid. I happily dance around at the hope of having a good chance for loot.
Then the first tip off at a problem starts. The raid leader druid whispers with “Are you wanting PvP gear, I’m only here for PvP gear, will you pass on PvP gear?” To which I respond “I’ll pass on resto PvP gear and Feral PvP gear, but I’m going to roll on moonkin.” A few minutes later I get a response “I only want moonkin PvP gear, only healing cause it’s easier to get a group.” As he pass lead to a tank who is in his same guild. Okay, I can understand that, I debated going feral, but this raid only needed DPS, so I decided to play what I felt was fairest, since he’s stated beforehand his intention to me. I responded “I’m not going to pass on it, but if you want to roll too, that’s fine.”
I felt this was fair, wouldn’t you? I didn’t hear anything more from him, apparently he just wandered off, or didn’t pay attention or some such. So we down Toravon the whatever watcher, you know, the one that throws spinny snowballs at the ranged, and calls it an attack. moonkin PvP gloves drop, now I say ‘ooh, shinies!’ and it pops up with the need/greed bar. No loot rules have been discussed, I do not see in raid “ZOMG MEANT MASTER LOOTER” everybody rolls for whatever, and I roll need on the moonkin PvP gloves, and win! Against the resto druid. To which point I start getting spammed.
“Plz can I have them?” “They were all I came here for” “OMG I just armoried you you don’t even arena” and on, and on it went, finally he goes “I’ll tell trade you’re a ninja.” And so he did, and I laughed at him, basically said yes, I was a ninja, a moonkin rolling on moonkin gear and beating the resto druid is unfair. I and my guildies laugh it off and I think that’s it.
Until roughly a week later, when I get messages from this guy’s alt, insulting me, saying he’s been asking around about me etc. . . apparently he gets in touch with my old guild find out I’m a woman, and then this just seems to fuel his obsession more, though now less angry and more….creepy. Tells from nowhere “are you hot?” “I watched you head in to ICC” “You were tanking, maybe you can tank this rod” Increasingly more sexual. Eventually somehow finding out my alts.
It was only when he messaged one of my very private alts that I started to actually get scared. I messaged Blizzard stated my case, and they said they’d look into it. I haven’t heard from him since, and I hope no news is good news.
To be continued. . . .
So yes, this is part one of two, funnier real life story tomorrow! I promise. But please remember these are my experiences and how I dealt with them, not how you should deal with yours, if you have a problem, seek help from some sort of authority who -is- qualified to help you with the situations. I mostly wrote this so people wouldn’t feel alone, and I felt it was a topic that -should- be discussed.Read More
I’ve often felt one of the weak points of blogging is it’s lack of well, how shall I say, quality control. Ethical and Literary are both as equally as important I feel, I also feel it should be explained to the readers what my expectations are of myself as a writer. It’s odd, in many ways I do fall into the trap of double standards, my standards for others is much lower, and my respect and understanding of what they do and why are much higher than those I hold myself to.
For example, I will never try to advertise my blog on someplace that isn’t blatantly an advertising board for blogs (Blog Azeroth, for example,) without the site owners permission, and even then I’d probably be hesitant to, on the simple grounds that I feel if my site is worthy of it, people will link to it. If it’s not something they actually want to share with it, well that’s -my- issue and I should work harder to put out good material. Yet I do not begrudge anyone who does link to their blog in a comment, a post, etc. . .
I’ve also always struggled to know where the line of sharing needs to be placed, I feel if you share nothing with your readers about your real life, you lose a critical bonding with them, yet if you talk too much about your real life, well there are obviously a lot of issues from people knowing too much, and from making your blog a very dull retelling of your week/day. While still in it’s infancy, I’ve tried to avoid posting anything about my real life, mostly because I want you all to see the content that I want to be the focus of this blog, and to let you see my voice as a writer before you see me as a person.
I will also probably keep this blog mostly PG-13, but as shown in my girl gamer post, I am not above going into risque topics if it’s an interesting topic, worthy of discussion. I will try to avoid cliches though, and I hope to never be accused of fan service or being overly vulgar. My goal is for nobody to ever be ashamed of being seen reading my works, I hope to never have to post a NSFW tag, or to hear about an issue of someone reading one of my posts in front of say a younger family member or a parent. Yet do not think that adult topics will never cross this page, if you -are- a parent, I leave it up to you to review my posts and decide whether I’m someone you want your child reading or knowing about.
So to sum in up, a bit simply, things that I will try my very best to do, that you readers should call me out for if I fail at any of these are:
Timely updates, with breaks and pauses explained, never to go more than absolutely necessary without at least telling you why my updates are not going as planned. Though the goal is to update Monday through Friday far more consistently than not.
To always strive for the best quality posts I can, with spell checks, good topics, and hopefully good opinions. My English will probably never be perfect, and I’ve always struggled with good grammar, this is not an excuse, but me explaining one of my failings. Hopefully as time passes and people comment and make fun of me for it, it’ll get better.
To be honest, with both you and myself, to never feel like I have to sacrifice my true opinions on subjects to appease someone. If I think something, or even somebody sucks, it is my -duty- to not hide it from my readers if I decide to talk about it. If it’s something or somebody I do not wish to slander, then it is best to say nothing at all than to lie.
To try to keep the site as ad-free as I can. I’m using Blogger.com and not a personal webhost, so if blogger institutes an ad policy, there is little I’ll be able to do to stop it, without finding funds to host my blog on my own webhost, which currently I couldn’t find. But I will never add advertisements manually.
And lastly, I will try to respond to readers nice enough to give me feedback. To respond to comments as soon as I can, and to make sure my readers know I appreciate them. While I would probably still write and post even without readers, having readers makes it a far nicer experience, and constructive feedback will help me grow as a writer, and to those who grow with me, hopefully they can be proud of where I end up, knowing where I started.
Things I will not promise or strive to do:
I will not respond very long to an obvious troll or flamer.
I will not sugarcoat my posts, or promote something I do not feel is worthy of promotion.
I will not tolerate spamming of any kind that I can get rid of.
I do not promise every post will be politically correct.
I do not promise I will not make mistakes.
I do not promise I will never miss an update.
I do not promise a cookie to every reader.
Consider this my guideline in every post to you the reader, and I will try to uphold it to the best of my ability, if I fail to do so, I not only let you down, but I let myself down. Hopefully this is some insight into the goals of what I write as well, as well as a good insight into the content that is on, and will be on Digital Incorrectness.Read More
I realized I’ve never talked about schedule, I plan on posting Monday-Friday so don’t expect a post tomorrow or Sunday! It’ll give me a little time to restore my creative juices, and while I could have editted this in to my last post, I’m not too sure how many people already looked at it or if feed readers show edits. So to anybody reading me, all 1 of you, posts resume Monday!Read More
Prepare for small linkspam! I want to again thank Larisa at her site the Pink Pigtail Inn, for mentioning my girl gamer post in her post here. I’ve often found word of mouth from other bloggers is one of the best methods of bringing in readers, and while I’m not exactly sure why the people that stop by here do, I’m grateful that somebody enjoys my textwalling.
Today’s post is less a Warcraft post, and more of something I was thinking about last night, and that’s why we play RPG’s, what drives us to mold our characters to play the roles we do. Since I was a tiny girl I’ve always loved the ideas of heroes, particularly super heroes.
When most girls were playing with dolls, I was reading comic books and playing with action figures. (I’m a Marvel girl at heart.) The idea of someone standing guard, protecting the rights of the weak always was comforting to me. Who always stood by their morals even when the villains had managed to turn the entire world against them.
I personally feel it was this love of superheroes that first pulled me into an RPG, I remember putting together my first party in Final Fantasy 5, looking upon them as the X-men, my poor red mage which took fooooorever to get X-magic always seemed like my own personal hero, starting out so weak that she had to be protected by the fighter and the cleric. And then one day being the ultimate nuker caster of nukeness! Then she was protecting the heroes that had once protected her. Casting Dual Fire3′s at her enemies.
Then I slipped into the Diablo 1 beta (which was definitely not the Diablo 1 that was released) It worked very much like Diablo 2, particularly in the skill trees. The only character was the warrior, and warrior/mage/rogue were the talent trees. I made a lot of friends there, and my warrior, the brute that he was is still one of my fondest memories.
With the recent influx of -good- superhero movies. Spiderman, Iron Man, the Hulk (okay maybe not as much, but still waaaaaaaaaaay better than the old superhero movies used to be.) I often wonder if other kids are getting inspired, if they looking at someone strong enough to overcome all adversity find their own inner strength and a desire to be a hero. If they’ll find themselves wanting to make their own superheroes in their game, a character of virtue, of compassion, of power.
The thought that it might is what makes this gamer girl smile. It’s what brings her back to World of Warcraft every day, molding her characters into the heroes she could never quite be, coming together with other heroes to smite unsmitable enemies. To hear the anguished cries of her foes that threaten the peace and safety of her virtual world. I love the thrill that every rejuvenation I cast, every growl I toss, every mind flay is changing the world of Azeroth, even if in the end it’s a game, and I’m not really changing anything other than just how far my raid has gotten.
Think about what brings you to World of Warcraft, what you enjoy, and why you enjoy it. Why you play RPG’s in general, investing so much time in your characters and making them uniquely yours. Maybe your inspiration isn’t dissimilar to my own.Read More