There are some strange truths in WoW. There are distinct architectural truths for example. My Favourite is that Trolls just love stairs, and will make you run up and down stairs like John Cleese in Faulty Towers for absolutely no reason. I defy anyone not to thrash a mini in depair trying to heal in Sunken Temple, which demonstrates Troll staircase madness much better than Zul Farrak and is more like trying to heal your way round screwball scramble. Although, I am finding that keeping my heal game on in unbalanced Pickups, every instance is starting to look like this. "please don't chain pull, neither me nor the mage have the mana" "OMG wtf" etc. Yes. Quite, and it was me who told the comedy hunter it was fine to not bring any bullets too...
Another truth is that very rarely do you meet people carrying large hammers who will give you a large hammer, even if they are seeking to reward you. This is frustrating if you're from the large hammer carrying classes - Take this example of me meeting Arthas in the Plaguelands for example, or any number of Ogre fights. I loved this bit in the whole 50something Argent Dawn fandango, Arthas is so terribly gratreful to you for hitting the same bunch of undead over and over again that its like you'll always be best mates. However, 2 levels later and youre in Outland, and he's really not returning your calls, and your wondering why you wanted to hang out with the Argent Dawn anyway. "Really Abandon Tedious global circumnavigation for 1badge reward Quest"? Yes, I'm tripping over Quartermasters everywhere more interesting than you now.
Digression aside, The exception that proved the Hammer rule for me is the Deadwood Sledge, which dropped for me from a Crushridge Ogre right on cue, not 4 levels too late. This beauty did me til I puffed right to the top of that Troll city in the Hinterlands, waved goodbye to a Griffon and then got my Griffon Startling Hammer, which Procc'ed Nature Damage just occasionally enough to make me jump and wonder that noise was. Like when you are fishing and somebody fights murlocs/ nagas/ wolves behind you. ZZZaapp! FsshWang! Oh. You're fish got away. Cheers, Lolferal or whatever your name probably is.
