My Story. :: World of Warcraft

#1 May 31 2006 at 8:59 PM Rating: Excellent

Sage

159 posts

I know this is probably going to be a long-winded post, but I thought for all that Bismarck has done for me, you all deserve one last goodbye and for those that are interested, I will tell my story. This will be my last post on any FFXI forum.

Drowsorez started as a cookie cutter newb. He was going to be a typical tarutaru WHM, relying on their massive MP pool to sustain his comrades.

After the classic stint in all the major areas of the game(VD, quifim, jungles and the nest), he was brought to an area called Gusgen mines. The party had just got underway, when the main tank, a PLD, asked the question he feared the most...

"Do you have Erase?"

Drowsorez was not rich by any means. He was, in fact, nearly broke after grabbing the choco from the crag in the La Tiene Plateau. Soon after hearing this and the queit "No" that followed in response, the PLD decided that the other WHM that had their flag up would be better than dragging the xp along with this poor taru. He quietly asked if anyone needed a tele, and warped to jeuno, a heartbroken and dissapointed taru.

He decided to try the BCNM route everyone was telling him about, but after 3 unsuccessful runs (and -25000 gil, -150k lifetime on BCNM's being 5/6 with no drops) Drowsorez decided that maybe this was a sign that this wasn't the game for him. He sent several /tells to friends informing them that he was leaving, for good. A level 42 WHM, ready to sell everything and give the gil to his friends.

After thinking for a while though and after selling everything he owned (I had 4 inventory spaces with items in them), he decided to take up a craft and maybe turn his luck around. Being as poor as he was in the first place, he decided to cook, a comparitively cheap craft. He set his home point in sandy, and got to work. 40 levels into his craft, the gil ran out. He did everything in his power to save gil, but with no airship pass and not enough gil to afford choco's at the mea station where the cooking guild was, all he could do was bazaar the few things he did make (he did lots and lots of walking from mea to windy...too many times to count).

At level 43 in cooking, he made a pivitol decision. He moved his bazaar of bait, and other various cooking items to Selbina. He reasoned this place because of both the high and low level traffic he had seen moving through the area when he had leveled his sub in the dunes.

Funny things began to happen when he setup shop there. At first, things went rather slowly. A few hundred gil here, a few there, a quick tele to mea and a pitstop in windy to fillup and go back was all he did for a month. But time and time again, people with the same names would come back to him and buy a few things. He even saw a few /bows and /salutes from level 75's he didn't even know! Knowing he was on the right track, he decided to go for broke and spend all the gil he had on this craft because he felt that these people had given him the ability to continue on his present path. It was almost like every purchase someone made was someone giving him a cheerful nudge to keep going!

It was then he decided that he would become the best cook in all of Bismarck. He dumped all the profits he had ever made back into his craft and pushed through all the levels as quickly as he could. Along the way, he made many friends, and soon counted many among the friends' list that once only held only a select few. He found it all the more encouraging when people started shouting his name when he moved from his bazaar location to the various cities, filling up his wares and synthesizing as much as he could. He wanted nothing more than to show people he was so grateful for all the things everyone had done for him, so he continued to bazaar his wares for a very, very long time...

After one year of filling his bazaar every day (and sometimes night), the taru saw that he could go no higher in cooking. His cooking items and level were maxed out, and all that was left was to cook various things for his friends when they asked. But the people who shopped from him had been still giving him all this gil for his food, gil which he had now found no use for. He thought of how he could once again give back to the people of the server. The only way to help a level 75, he reasoned, was to become one. He bought gear, all the gear, that anyone could ever want all the way through level 75, even though he himself had only a WHM leveled to 40 (deleveled catching aggro in various zones).

He had nothing but supportive friends along the way. He had met many people, and they always asked how he was doing, what he was doing, and supporting him in getting a high level job as soon as he could! After stints in many jobs, he decided on MNK not because it would be an easy route, but because when he first partied with that job, someone told him a taru couldn't be a successful MNK.

Setting on the path to prove the world wrong, he encountered countless friends who were willing to give him advice and get him through the various obstacles that a Taru MNK would have. His friends are really what kept him going, and kept him from giving up. People cheered him on for going against the grain and trying something difficult, and Drowsorez was good at his job. He enjoyed raising eyebrows and turning heads as he walked through various areas of the game, getting closer and closer to his goal. The game had thrown everything against him, and he was well on his way to seeing the things that his once low level (now very high level) friends were telling him about the road ahead. He could think of nothing but being able to be up there with them, and helping those that helped him so much when he was ready to throw in the towel.

He had one last step before he could reach the stars though: an old man named Maat. He had heard that the fight was tough, and especially tough for a taru, but he was ready to take on the challenge. It was, however, a mountain too tall to climb for Drowsorez.

He grabbed what was left of the years of hard work, and sent it to the two people in the world that had helped him the most. He told the world, despite so much encouragement to stay(I really can't thank you all enough), that from the day he was booted from a party for not having erase, this world was completely against everything he stood for. He quietly went back to his resting place in selbina, and faded into the sands.

That's my story in a nutshell. There were a lot more bumps down that road. After a DC during a Maat fight and another with 3 critical hits in a row just when he was going to eat the dirt in another run, I decided that enough was enough. Drowsorez and all my mules have been deleted and my content ID has been cancelled.

I am immensely proud of my accomplishments despite not seing any end-game action. I did things few others could claim, all with the best people in the entire world cheering me to the top! My only regret is that I was never able to experience those things or being able to help others get to that pinnacle themselves.

Though this game has given me endless frustration and has fought me tooth and nail since the very beginning, I can't believe I was fortunate enough to meet such good people on the way. You are all great people, and I'm sorry to have let you down. I'm not going to write a list because you know who you are.

I will not miss the game.

But I will miss you, Bismarck.

-Cheftaru Drowsorez (R.I.P)

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