Go ahead. Be my guest. Maybe it’ll help you fit a bit more condescension in. (I’m thinking a Pit spinoff is in the offing if this keeps up. I’ll try to keep this civil since we’re not there yet).
Here, let me speak your language:
I. Don’t. Care. You. Are. Arrogant. And. Condescending.
There, did that work?
My goodness, you are full of yourself, aren’t you?
You call me dimwitted, but somehow you managed to completely miss my intent. I don’t care if you (or anybody else) want to sit around Dalaran in pasties and a G-string. I don’t know where you got the “robe vs. tunic” thing out of what I said, which is simply that some people enjoy collecting RP clothes and hanging around major cities in them, and that’s all right. How this evolved into my failure to figure out that you’re a priest is a mystery. But hey, carry on.
Nice job missing the point there again. Did it ever occur to you that perhaps I don’t feel like I need or want to play Sherlock Holmes to try to track down your toon? Sheesh–again, I’ll say, you are very full of yourself. Kind of makes me wonder how old you are, because I’ve seen this attitude in plenty of teen and twentysomething geeks (and no, that’s not an insult–I like geeks, and I am one myself) who are too smart for their own good but haven’t quite mastered the concept of social skills yet. Either tell us the name or don’t, but don’t expect us to waste our time trying to figure it out. Not because we can’t, but because, at least for me, it’s not registering high enough on my “care” scale to put the effort in.
But the fishing pole is full of win. That plus the swimming turtle mount = undersea adventures!