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No, It’s Really Not Club Med

clubmed.jpg“Dear Guild, it’s 5:30pm, do you know where your mains are? SSC-rockin’ time, it’s almost here! Hustle!”

And the guild logs and relogs and grabs food and pots and ammo and buff-consumable things and whatever else they need, and boogie out to Zangarmarsh.

“Where’s the GM?”

Doop. GM and co-GM have a family emergency, they can’t make it.

“Where’s the Main Tank?”

Um, he just called. Mom-aggro. We should all chip in to get him an apartment, ’cause this stinks. OK, no Hydross tonight, just Lurker.

“Whar’s da Doom?”

Doom is apparently experiencing Technical Difficulties and presently ripping his Internet provider’s customer service deparment a few new orifaces. No hide-hide stabby-stabby tonight.

“Where’d the ‘lock just go?”

Had to split.

“Where’d the pally just go?”

No idea, he just DC’d.

“That’s it, this is ridulous. Raid cancelled.”

/awwwwww

Our 2v2 partner whispers us,

“So whatcha gonna do now?”

Play BRKTestBed and see if any horde wants to get uppity in STV.

“You know, you should do the heroic Shattered Halls quest for the Naruu title.”

We should, yes.

“Are you?”

We really don’t want to; perfectly happy at the moment and don’t want it spoiled.

“Good. I like being one of only two people in this guild who has the Naruu title.”

Dirty. You play dirty, Bela.

“giggle”

OK, let’s do it.

BM hunter, feral druid tank, Bela respec’d to holy, the Diet Coke of Evil brought her gnomish mage, and a very competent warlock - one of our new guildies from the recruitment drive - went to Hellfire to enjoy the pleasure that is heroic Shattered Halls. Frankly, it’s like a vacation. Club Med in Hellfire. Just a fricken’ joy.

/sarcasm off

The tank says, “I’m gonna pull until you yell at me to stop, OK?”

Pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull.

JEEBUZ WAIT A SEC!

/pant

“BRK, you wanna trap one of these?”

No. Not in the least. You’ve got 40% dodge and 75% damage-mitigation, tank ‘em all, sweetie, that’s why we wanted you; the best feral druid tank in the guild.

/wipe

OK, fine. we’ll trap one.

/clear to the sewer

“I hate the sewer, guys.” says our tank.

Just tank the big one, hard. Hobbes and I will kill that while the AoE kills the little ones.

/destroy heroic sewer

“Wow, that was pretty easy.”

(Heroic Sewers, coming in Patch 2.5! You heard it here first.)

First boss down, start the gauntlet of fire.

Pull. Wait. Pull. Wait. Pull.

/wipe

Just blast through ‘em; tank that sh!t.

Pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, pull.

As soon as you see the mini-boss, pull him!

“OK!”

Mini-boss pull, dead adds, dead mini-boss.

Nice.

“Can we Misdirect-pull those 5 and 6-mob pulls down the center of the hallway and into this room?”

Pfft. Piece of cake. Tank that sh!t and we’ll nuke ‘em.

MD pull, focus-fire, down they go. Nice tankin’. Rinse and repeat.

Stay in the center, stay in the center, stay in the center. We made it yay!

Wait for Flares!

/flare

There he is, kill that f-ing rogue!

Dead orc-rogue.

“OK, when we clear these last two, I’m going straight for the second boss, OK?”

Just tank it. Hold it. Don’t let it near us. He aggro-wipes, so be ready.

Tank, tank, tank. Aggro wipe, MD, tank tank tank.

Grabbed aggro! Feign Death! Uh oh, FD resisted!

/dead hunter

/dead warlock

And our arena partner, now repsec’d Holy priest, helps the DCoE by wanding that boss down while she heals the tank. Bela is a better WoW-player than we are, it’s now confirmed.

/rez

And we lag-spike. /fury!

And we’re back! Wait for Flare!

int rogueCount = 0;

do {

   /flare;

   There he is! Kill the rogue!;

   rogueCount++;

} while (rogueCount <= 3 );

We made it!

What’s the time left?

“Don’t know; the timer breaks when a party wipes.”

We could’ve come this entire way for nothing, that’s what you’re telling us.

“Yup!”

/hatred

How are we doing this boss?

Who’s got adds?

Hello?

Oh we get it, nobody on adds, just fear ‘em. Oh we like this!

/MQoSRDPS!!

And he’s down! We won! We did the quest!

“Not quite.”

/puzzled

“Gotta kill this last guy, then the quest is completed.”

Oh.

/kill last guy

And he’s down! We won! We did the quest!

“Need-roll on the Nether”

/lose Need-roll. Again. 0-7 with her in our party. We call hax!

Pass on shards, we just want the h3ll outta here.

Never. Again.

Linkin’ Time

lincoln.jpgYou know the drill, right? BRK Worldwide Amalgamated makes no statements, promises, or guarantees of competence, common sense, adult behavior, cleanliness, or a good haircut. You visit these generous folks and get upset or delusional or inspired or get the feeling that TJ’s outlook on surepticious meat-behavior makes sense, it’s all on you.

And them. Just not us.

NEMiller - husband, father, poet.

The Big Bad Bulldog - Level 21 hunter kvetching about Stockade.

Seal of Stupidity - We’ve never linked here before, shame on us. /shame

DPS: We Deliver - We love us a good tangent-alert.

Lesser Healing Wave - What kind of axe is that? More importantly, what kind of rabbit is that?

Troll on a Powerbook - Time to upgrade that rig, Rayare.

Arcane in the Brain- A fire mage with a blog title “Arcane”? We’re gonna stick to hunteristics; we don’t understand.

Featherduster- Now with extra Treants!

Sin’dorei - Who names their baby Hydross? Everyone knows it should be Druul!

Chain Trap - Survivalist hunter FTW, of course.

The Art of Boozsha - Troll hunter with great post-pics.

Caffeinated Guild - That’s what we’re talking about, right there. No raiding without coffee or Dr. P!

Guild Master Piece Theater - We thought of it, he SHE ran with it. Love the idea, regardless of source. Tell your GM to go!

Bloodarrow’s Blog - BELF hunter who has our new monitor. Please return ASAP.

The Young and the Questless- Leveling in WoW by any means necessary, another piece of BRK silliness brought to life.

Standing in the Back - “No long post today” followed by 10,000 word post. Been there.

Sisutar’s Amazing Hunter Tales- A blog born of insomnia and BELFs in NC-17 attire. /score

The Empty Quiver - Gotta admit that the name made us want to take 50 DKP for blogging without ammo, but we recovered.

Rumblin’ and Stumblin’ Email Answerin’

chrisberman.jpg“Dear BRK, I was on Drenden this afternoon with my low level toons (Gnekidgnome, Gnekidgnomet, and Gnekidgnomer) exploring in anticipation of the Gnaked Gnome race. I saw a query in the trade channel (!) asking how to get a pet. It was a lvl 2 hunter (doomed to be a huntard I fear).

“I did a whisper and explained that one needed to be lvl 10. They asked “but where do I get a pet” so I offered to lead them from Coldridge to Kharanos and the Hunter trainer on the hill there. So we arrive at the trainer, “Now what do I do?”

“Talk to him”
“But how do I get a pet?”
“You need to be level 10″
“But then what do I do?”
“Come here, all will be explained … just be sure to feed your pet once tamed”

Then I asked, “So have you ever heard of BigRedKitty?”
“No, what’s that”
“You should go to www.bigredkitty.net and see the How to Level a Hunter videos.”
“I just want a pet”
“Those videos will really help you level your hunter”
“But I just want a pet”
“My level 70 has learned a lot from BRK … you really should try the site”
“I just want a pet”

“So I left the party and went back to trying to find the shortest, non-fatal, path to the North Gate. I fear that you have another huntard coming up the ranks on Drenden … sorry about that but I tried. Mudge”

John X
Associate Professor Emeritus
Department of Astronomy
University of Y

We’ve corresponded with Professor X before, really cool guy. And he’s a hunter, foshizzle. If we were going to the University of Y, we’d totally take one of his classes, even though we still believe in the Turtle Theory. (Turtles are dark matter; that’s how it all fits together.)

A quick Thank You to everybody who had suggestions on our arena spec. Thirty-seven varients of that means there’s no way we can reply to each of you individually, but know we’ve read your emails and are considering your words carefully. Except the people who suggested we go Marksmen. You guys are Banned. /huff

“Dear BRK, I currently am using herbalism and skinning as my money making professions but I have a few questions about how i should carry on. Should I go leatherworking and make armor that I will eventually no longer need since I can get my class tiers after raiding or should I go herbalism since it will save me money from having to buy potions and they are always needed by people who raid or so most other level 70 related things.

“I know it sounds like I have already made up my mind since I was negative about leatherworking and positive about herbalism but maybe you can enlighten me. Also, what level should I get either leatherworking or alchemy and when should I start working on leveling it up? Thanks in advance for your help, Jarhun and Spider (I so stole that name from you and even used it on the same pet [bellygrub])

“P.S. Sorry for stealing the name.”

If you have one toon and no other source of income - a rich buddy or buddyette - then we totally recommend sticking with the double-gathering all the way through getting your epic flying mount. BRKTestBed is level 36 and has had over 80g already doing nothing but skinning and mining.

Leatherworking is awesome in that you can make Tier 4-level gear for yourself and be ready to rock the casbah before setting foot into Karazhan. However, that gear comes with a price - your epic flying mount. It’ll cost you 2000-3000g to level that LW skill to 375 and make the four pieces of uberness that is high-end LW-gear, (chest, belt, and bracers from the trainer, boots from the AH.)

If you care about your 280% flying mount, and you really should, then stay with the money-making professions until your uber-flying needs are met.

“Dear BRK … I remember a while ago you were talking about a book idea that might go to print. As I would also like to write a book, or a collection of short stories, I have no idea how to get noticed or read by anyone or anything. I was hoping you would share how you got someone to hear your idea and the process you are or went through so I may attempt to do the same thing.

“Any help you can give would be appreciated and I thank you for your time, as I know it is very limited and precious. Dave.”

In case you didn’t notice, we have not posted a “THEY’RE GONNA PUBLISH OUR BOOK!” post. That’s because nobody has agreed to publish our book. Nobody, not a soul. We are hopeful, we are making blood sacrifices to the publishing gods, we are making promises to the editor that Mrs BRK won’t let us cash, but so far, bupkis.

How did we get the blog read? You mean aside from the stiff-arming and the cash payouts and the blackmail? Tell ya something, our first month of blogging, we had 2000 hits. We thought that was massive! We get 7000 hits per day now, not including RSS feeds and content-skimming websites, (Dante needs a new level of h3ll for those dirty &$*^#$~s!) We grew because people liked our writing.

Please note that we did not say we grew because our writing is good! Good or bad is irrelevant. Just because one is a good writer does not mean that one will get read, and just because one is “widely” read does not mean one’s writing is good. People watch soap operas for decades and that writing is crapola, Sports Night was canceled after, what, two seasons, and that was the best TV writing ever.

Frankly, we think people visit us because they just like saying “foshizzle”.

Question: does anybody have a WoW Non-Combat Pet Blog?

“Dear BRK, was just wondering if you had ever put together a recommended pre-Kara gear list. Paul.”

Yes we did! It isn’t published, but yes we did. /patselfonback

“Dear BRK, is it legal to train stealth as a gnome rogue before the race? Tom.”

Listen to us now and believe us later. No XP, no leveling before the race begins. No “exploratory” XP, either. If you discover a zone and get XP, you’ve violated the rules. If you find a Completely Redonkulous Tome of Stealthiness in the gnome starting circle, don’t touch it; no looting.

Many people derive extreme satisfaction from solving problems in unique and entertaining ways. We dig that, we understand. For the race, don’t try to finagle an advantage at the start. Obviously, developing a running-strategy is critical, (first person into the tunnel at the beginning is gonna be Trogg-poodoo,) but thinking that a small trick is going to save your level 3 gnome from the power that is a level 18 orc isn’t gonna happen.

Probably. /wink

We Didn’t Noob It Too Much

nrtweek1.pngWe are teamed with a Shadow Priest, remember? She has some experience, we don’t really, and it was fun!

Here’s who we faced and how it all went down.

Match 1. Loss, Frost Mage and Resto Druid. FD’d out of the Water Elemental’s notice, but we didn’t focus-fire, and they did. 0-1.

Match 2. Win, Marksman Hunter and Hybrid Priest. We drooled over the priest and Hobbes chewed him up in ten seconds. Loved killing that MM, too. 1-1 and much dancing to celebrate our first win. /score!

Match 3. Loss, Elemental Shaman and Combat Rogue. Rogues, BRK always has a Freezing Trap behind him. Always. We fought two different rogues and trapped them every time to start the match. We lost because our partner disconnected at the start. Phooey. 1-2.

Match 4. Win, Fire Mage and Hybrid Warlock. Hobbes had to be restrained when he saw the ‘lock. Golly he went down quickly. Don’t even remember killing the mage, the taste of the ‘lock was so good. If we find a warlock-warlock team, we’re gonna cry tears of joy. 2-2.

Match 5. Loss, Frost Mage and Resto Druid again, same team. We did much better the second time, but the mage ice-blocked and saved his life while the druid just wouldn’t die. 2-3.

Match 6. Win, Fire Mage and Hybrid Warlock. Second helping of ‘lock @ss was just as tasty as the first. 3-3.

Match 7. Loss, Subtlety Rogue and Frost Mage. Checked them out on Armory, way too much PvP gear to be 1500 rated. The rogue one-shot our priest, kablooie! Jeebus. 3-4.

Match 8. Win, Ret Pally and Discipline Priest. Toughest priest we’ve ever faced, wow. Cross-healing was impressive. We killed the priest at the same time they killed our priest. Ret pally versus BM hunter… Hobbes won. We kited that Pally and he was pissed. Finally, we were Judgemented of something but Hobbes was Frenzied and interrupting the Pally’s healing; just ate him for breakfast. We were screaming into vent, “KILL “EM HOBBES!! KILL ‘EM!!” and he did! /smoke ‘em if ya got em, 4-4.

Match 9. Loss, Subtlety Rogue and Frost Mage again, same team, same result. Don’t even want to talk about it. 4-5.

Match 10. WIN! BM Hunter and Holy Pally. He had a Ravager, we had Hobbes who is maxed for this stuff. As soon as the other hunter went for Hobbes, we went Rapid Fire and haste trinket and pretended that dude was Gruul. Dead hunter, we win, 5-5!

Respecing? You bet, Spirit Bond is horrible. More thoughts later, gotta respec for SSC now.

This could get really expensive…

The Woot Mine

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Talent Spec Noobery

We used to PvP. We were good. Pre-BC we had a lovely 0/30/31 0/21/30 talent spec that let us one-shot squishies, Scattershot, and amass our kills-stat.

It’s been over a year since we really dedicated ourselves to learning a good PvP spec and a successful strategy. Anybody who thinks we know what we’re doing in our 2v2 arena team is fooling themselves. We are uber-noobish, without a clue, and learning as we go.

We’re going to die. You’re going to laugh out our spec and our win/loss record. And we’re OK with that; we’re doing it to have some fun between raiding.

Are we going to stay BM? We think so, and we think we’re going to look like this:

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Big mean pet, some defense, a minuscule bit of self-healing. We’ll see if the other teams go for our pet or us. If they pet-focus, we’ll consider getting Catlike Reflexes instead of Ferocious Inspiration.

Now you many jump on the comments and say, “But BRK! You’ve got to have Talent X!” OK, we’ll read and consider it. But a PvP spec, like a raiding spec, is 80% math and 20% personal taste. Running Improved Aspect of the Hawk in PvP is really dumb; that’s math. Focusing on keeping our pet alive as opposed to being able to rez him quickly, that’s our preference.

Neither Braids nor Shifttusk are we, but we hope to have some fun.

Not Really Trying

nrtbanner.pngBM hunter and a Shadow priest. She’s experienced in arenas, we’re not. We anticipate dying with ravenous frequency and amassing a loss-total to rival the 1976 Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

But what the h3ll.

Gnaked Gnome Race is Set

greekurn.jpgDrenden server. Saturday, February 9th. Starting gun sounds at 7pm EST. Level one gnomes only. No XP, no gear other than that with which you spawn.

BRK will be at the starting line around 6pm to meet-n-greet. TJ will be at the finish line. Kelektra will be a race coordinator.

Got it? Good.

The Story Where We Use the F-Bomb

u-2r.jpgHave a great weekend, folks. Here’s a non-WoW, BRK Totally True, We Swear It, Military Story to get you through.

/daniel mode on

I worked Defensive Electronic Countermeasures (DECM) and Electronic Sensor Systems (ESS) on U-2s at several installations around the world, but for three years I resided at Beale AFB, California. A special feature of the aircraft hangers at Beale is that they open to the west. What that means is that in the summer, in the afternoon and evening, the sun would turn those metal contraptions into giant Easy Bake ovens. The heat in there would skyrocket way over 110 degrees because of the complete and total lack of airflow. That giant metal box with the sun pouring heat into the entrance was basically a torture device straight out of The Bridge Over the River Kwai.

One summer’s afternoon, I’d been working on the flightline on a U-2 for a while and thought I had determined the problem with a system, but it was time for the shift change. So at 1530, I was passing on the information I had gathered about the problem to the oncoming crew. The person who would be in charge of the next crew was a notorious goofball, Airman B. Physically harmless but capable of extreme and aggravated incompetence, it was standard procedure to write down instructions so he couldn’t claim ignorance of what was expected of him.

In my shift-notes, I wrote about the problem on the aircraft, what I had troubleshot, what my thoughts on progression were, and a safety note about the heat that was going to be coming from the setting sun and to make sure he had water for him and his crew. “Do Not Get Dehydrated! This is critical!”

He asked me what his people could drink. What a goober, sheesh. Just drink from the Igloo cooler on the truck.

“I don’t have a cup.”

Use the cups in the box behind the drivers seat!

“Um, the box is empty.”

THEN GET ON THE COMPUTER AND ORDER SOME, NOW NOW NOW!! GET THE SYSTEM FIXED, GET THIS AIRCRAFT FULLY-MISSION-CAPABLE, GET IT DONE SAFELY AND DO IT F-ING NOW!!”

And I left. Golf was on the agenda, perhaps a quick 9 holes, maybe a full 18. Back home, changed, grabbed the clubs, hopped in the superhero-green Honda del Sol, and boogied over to the golf course, desperate to get in a foursome somehow.

Bingo! A trio of older guys had a tee-time but their fourth had just radioed, saying he couldn’t make it as there was a huge emergency at his work. Am I available? You bet! I got picked up and away we went.

After the front 9 holes were behind us, we all went to the clubhouse for a drink. It was really hot and we were sweating buckets. As we stood at the bar, an announcement was made on the PA.

“Colonel X, please pick up the phone; you have an emergency call.”

Imagine my surprise when one of my golf partners said, “Excuse me,” and went to the phone.

He picked up the receiver, said “This is Colonel X,” and didn’t say another word. That is, until a stream of Yes Sirs started pouring forth from his lips. The final Yes Sir ended as the phone was slammed into the cradle. He came back to the bar.

“Well Dennis, you’re gonna get a call in a second.”

“Why?” said one of my other golf partners.

“General Z is on a rampage. The Supply Commander just went ballistic because one of my maintainers ordered a criminally stupid part for a nuclear aircraft.”

To myself, I thought, one of his maintainers? He’s a full colonel? Oh my god, he’s the Maintenance Group Commander! I’m playing golf with the Maintenance Group Commander… and I think I’m down three dollars to him.

A quick aside on U-2s and nukes. U-2s don’t have em, don’t carry em, and have nothing to do with nuclear power or detonations thereof, whatsoever. I promise.

A quick aside on the The Air Force supply system. Air Force Supply delivers parts on a priority schedule, and each priority has a code. When you order a part, you put the order priority code into the computer so Supply knows just how fast to get you that part.

You need office paper, that’s low priority. A part for a truck would be higher priority. A part for an aircraft is higher still. A part for an aircraft on a war-time footing is almost as high as it gets. The only things higher are parts for Air Force One and an aircraft on a war-time footing with nuclear payloads. An order made for this scenario was called 1AA-priority - it might be called something else now - and causes a massive hullabaloo, with possible repercussions across the world if a part is critically needed and not immediately available.

And it really upsets some folks if you order parts for a nuclear aircraft when there are no nuclear aircraft on the installation.

Back to our story, where the PA made another announcement.

“Colonel Y, please pick up the phone; you have an emergency call.”

Sure enough, Dennis walked over to the phone. Jeebus, what is this, a colonel-reunion?

The third member of our golf group approached Colonel X and asked, “What’s going on?”

“Apparently, an ESS airman ordered Styrofoam cups for his guys, but ordered them as if they were a part for an aircraft carrying a nuclear payload.”

“He did what?”

“He said the outgoing shift chief told him to do it. I’m gonna kill someone; I really hate being chewed out by the General and the Supply Commander at the same time. Especially before I finish a round.”

“Oh, is that why he couldn’t make today’s golf, he had to go talk to General Z?”

“Yes. The general was quite surprised to get a call and learn that a pallet of 8 oz Styrofoam cups were ready to be airlifted from Texas to repair a broken, nuclear U-2, but there was a question of just how many cups a nuclear U-2 carried and where exactly they were installed, cause that’s ‘a whole lotta f-ing cups.’ The general said he thought it was a joke until a two-star explained that he wanted answers or General Z would soon be running the ROTC detachment at the Arctic Circle School for Advanced Polar Bear Studies.”

Back on the phone… “Colonel Y speaking… No sir… No Sir! Absolutely not sir.” And Colonel Y hurriedly put down the phone. He came back to the group, and said,

“The general asked me, ‘As you are the Operations Group Commander, I am relying on your expert opinion. None of your aircraft are nuclear, are they? There are no cups installed as equipment on your aircraft, are there?’ And then he slammed the phone down. I don’t know who “Airman B’s” preceding shift supervisor is, but he’s about to get a phone call from General Z and that poor airman isn’t going to know what hit him.”

And the evil, dirty PA came to life one last time.

“Airman Howell, please pick up the phone; you have an emergency call.”

And the three Colonels: the Operations Group Commander, the Maintenance Group Commander, and as I would learn later, the Medical Group Commander, watched me put down my drink and, with rubbery resolve, slink to the bar phone. I stood at attention because I had no idea what else to do.

“This is Airman Howell.”

“Airman Howell, this is General Z. How are you?”

“I was enjoying around of golf with a few of your commanders, but I don’t think I’m going to complete my round, sir.”

“Are you losing?”

“I think I owe Colonel X three dollars.”

“Damn good man but can’t hit a wood to save his life. Let me be quick; you’re on speakerphone here. Did you order or request or threaten anybody to order Styrofoam cups to be installed on a nuclear U-2, priority 1AA?”

“No sir.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes sir.”

“Airman Howell, Airman B seems to think you did.”

“Sir, I told Airman B to make sure his guys were kept hydrated while they worked on the flightline in the evening. I told him to order some cups from supply if he was out, but I didn’t tell him to pretend that cups are an integral component of a U-2, and I certainly didn’t tell him to have them expedited nuclear-priority.”

“I didn’t think so. Thank you airman.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir.” And I gently hung up the phone.

My drink’s location happened to coincide with the gaggle of colonels still at the bar, so that was where my feet took me. The Maintenance Group Commander looked at me, befuddled, and asked, “Well, what did he say?”

“Sir, he said that since you’re in my direct chain of command, it is improper of you to place any wagers with me, and as such, you cannot collect your three dollars.”

“Fuck.” Said Colonel X, as he brought his drink to his lips. ”He probably said I can’t use a driver, too, didn’t he?”

The Hit Cap Trap

trap.jpgNote: Even though we are “quoting” this email-question, we did a lot of modification and hacked it up for readability and conciseness. Any attempt to show where and how we changed things made the question almost unreadable, so we’re going to pretend this is a direct quote, even though it isn’t. In the interest of full-disclosure, we thought you should know.

/ready

“Dear BRK, my main stats self buffed with talents/equip only, no consumables are 1904 RAP, a bit over 26% crit, 9k health and around 7k mana, and 110 hit rate. When it comes to 25 man raids, I’m always grouped with a feral druid and my stats become 2.3K RAP, 33% crit, over 8.2K mana and 10.2K health.

“Should I invest in more RAP, stack more crit, neglect a bit of both and raise my mana pool/Mp5, neglect all the above and get hit capped, or should I not give a flip about any of that and /rage /slapself /quit and go live in a cave? EchoVibes & Pilocas”

Yes; yes; a little but don’t hurt yourself; hold that thought; and no, caves are notoriously wet and it’s flu season.

When you go from a greenie to a blueie to your first purple, your stats are going to improve without too much thought or effort. Equip it and move on. But when one is looking at swapping an “Agi/Sta/Int” piece of epic gear for a “Sta/Crit/Hit/RAP with a red socket” epic item, things get more complicated.

Balance. We preach it for BM hunters. Crippling your Stamina for Agility isn’t smart. Neglecting Hit in Kara and beyond is a mistake, but going over the Hit Cap is a colossal waste. Loads of Crit but no Intellect is gonna hurt you in the long fights. Massive DPS with no Stamina makes you a glass cannon and hurts your raid’s healing.

Balance. Get and learn to use RatingBuster or a similar gear-stats analysis addon. Don’t give yourself a big weakness in any area while attempting to meet some stat-threshold.

Now let’s talk about the Hold Your Thought and capping one’s Hit Rating.

Our ranged Hit Cap remains 142 for level 73 bosses. However, having too low a Hit Rating will hurt your DPS, and that’s no lie. But do we recommend massively sacrificing Agility and Stamina and all the rest to get to that Hit Rating maxed? Nope; we just told you Balance is the key to MQoSRDPS.

Our Hit Rating through Gruul’s and SSC and Doomwalker has been 99. Yes that seems low and yes it affects our DPS; we miss approximately 1% of all our AutoShots against these bosses. We accept this because if we wanted to boost our Hit Rating, our other stats would be affected such that our DPS would decrease more than the amount our misses are costing us.

Read that again. By increasing our Hit Rating, our DPS would go down because we’d loose too many other stats while trying achieve the Hit Cap. This interplay of stats is what we call The Hit Cap Trap.

If we got caught up in the Hit Cap Trap and re-equipped our 3-pieces of Ebon Netherscale gear to get the +25 Hit Rating the set provides, we’d have to take off our new BoJ bracers and belt, two pieces of extremely powerful gear. Our Hit Rating would go way, way up, but our mana pool and health and crit and armor would all take a big tumble.

Do not let anybody say to you, “If you’re not Hit Capped, you’re not doing as much DPS as you can.” While technically a true statement, the methods used to implement it can cripple your DPS. It is very true that your Hit Rating is important and should not be ignored, but it is not the single most critical stat about which a hunter needs to be concerned.

The key to avoiding the Hit Cap Trap is Balance. So sayeth BRK, so let it be done.

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