Which branch(es) are you joining us in? (Aion, Champs, DDO, GA, STO):
Just ST:O...for now. (50's soap opera dramatic chord)
Are you over 18? (you must be 18+ to apply)
Very. I'm so over 18, it hurts. Right here.
Are you a member of any other guild in that game?
I'm currently a member of my workmates' guild. Or, I should say, I'm currently the member of my workmates' guild since the rest of those quitters abandoned ship once they saw the next shiny object (read:Heavy Rain).
What is the name/class/current level of the character(s) you intend to join with?
Socrates200X, Lieutantant Science Officer, movin' on up. This is currently the 5th incarnation of my main character and (I cannot tell a lie) there will probably be several more. I have acute alt-itis and cycle through toons faster than Lance Armstrong until I'm finally content with things.
Do you have friends or family in the guild? If so what is their forum name?
Possibly. Papa was a rollin' stone, and Mom? Well...she got around.
Did you read our charter and rules? Which rules translation was your favorite?
Yes. The 2010 award for Best Rules Translation goes to...HYPNOTOAD. ALL GLORY TO HYPNOTOAD.
Do you have an issue using Ventrilo? (Being able to at least listen is helpful for active participation in PvP/raids)
Nope, quite familar with Vent via WoW.
Answer the following 4 questions. PROTIP: if your answer is shorter than the question, we will make fun of you for being boring.
1. What's the dumbest, funniest or most embarrassing thing you have ever done:
The year was 2000. Y2K was in the headlines, Christina Aguilera put forth her dissertation on the female of the species and what they, indeed, "wanted", and a young Me, that rapscallion, was awake late at night and bored. Cut to my high school, where, out of boredom, I decided to scale the roof. Getting onto the auditorium was easy, thanks to a handy access ladder. However, access to the rest of the rooftop mysteries meant getting from the auditorium roof to the main roof, a drop of about 15 feet.
Now, if you're foreseeing me saying, "15 feet? Child's play!" and dead-dropping to the roof below, let me stop you right there. I'm not a complete moron, thank you very much.
No, instead, I forage around the adjacent maintenance rooms and find a good length of moth-eaten, coaxial cable, the stuff you plug into your TV there. I loosely tie this cable to myself in a makeshift harness and tie the other end to a rusty vent cover.
Only a total idiot would descend with this thing untested, so in my infinite forethought, I lean backwards over the roof edge, but only slightly, giving the wire a few test tugs. Tug, tug, trrrrrrRRRRR-K'CHUNK!
A few seconds later, the wind is knocked out of me and I'm hanging, upside-down, Mission Impossible-style, 10 feet from the "ground" of the lower roof. Thanks to me sleeping though Impromptu Harness-Making class, all of my teenage weight is being held by my teenage crotch.
Plans gone awry, finding yourself off the beaten path and surrounded by wolves; this, my friends, are the fires that test the mettle of our resolve. It turns out that Young Me doesn't really have resolve, but is really good at whimpering and flailing about. After about five minutes of this, the fatigued metal of the vent finally gives way and I crash fully to the roof below. Through some luck, I don't crash through into the room below, but the next day in class, I discover that a few ceiling tiles were broken loose by the impact. I escaped relatively scot-free, only a large, but concealable bruise down most of my side.
So, yeah, don't do that.
2. What is your Zombie Plan?
I had a pretty good setup at my old apartment. Second floor digs, easily breakable stairs, well-marbled neighbors in case of inevitable cannibalism. Pretty good, indeed. But then, the wife had us move into a "house" for better "financial stability". My objections fell on deaf ears. Ears soon to be food for the walking dead. I've already mourned her in my heart and steeled myself for the long task ahead.
The house is a standard townhouse with a first floor entrance. Barricadable in a pinch, but less than ideal. Stairs going up to the second floor are destructable, but definitely more load-bearing in this structure. Planning to place my bottleneck there. Crowbars and emergency backpacks are in the bedroom closest. The attic has a retractable ladder, making it a good place to fall back to in a pinch. For that contingency, I've placed a crank-powered battery radio up there and checked to ensure that we can bust through the shingles if (when) we need to go on the run. Living in a townhouse complex does make running from roof to roof a valid escape route.
3. Tell us the story of why you will no longer drink <name of drink>:
Grape-asaurus Rex Kool-Aid mixed with vodka. Almost perfectly cancels out the alcohol taste. After drinking two tall glasses in a row, unbelieving that they were spiked with anything other than delicious Kool-Aid flavor, I quickly went from "normal" to "talkative" to "very talkative" to "kind of handsy" to "really wanting some waffles" to "making said waffles and dousing them with syrup" to "falling dead asleep in said syrup" in the space of 10 minutes.
4. Tell us something cool about yourself that has nothing to do with gaming:
This is seriously next to impossible. Gaming permeates my life, work and home. OK...um...I can cook a good meatloaf.
Quick survey! We will totally judge you by the answers you make below:
• Favorite Type of Music: Anything game-related. Currently listening to Vinyl Fantasy VII and The Protomen(!)
• Favorite Movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
• Favorite Book: Early Terry Goodkind. Either Wizard's First Rule or Faith of the Fallen.
• Favorite Drink: Coke.
• Favorite Non MMO Game: Earthbound (SNES)


