So I’m happy enough, puttering along and throwing outfits together and posting them on the Internet in the hopes that people are interested, but I thought it worth asking the question — what do you want to see around here?
- Is there a race/class combination that needs more love on this site?
- If you didn’t find what you were looking for here, what were you trying to find?
- How can I make this site suck less?
Now I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to manage everything because, well, I’m easy distracted, but I’m always looking for more sources of inspiration. Since you bothered to show up, you get dibs.
So, yeah. If there’s something you want (even if it’s just, “Hey, what about a blue leather set that works on Tauren?”) or something that might possibly make the site better, speak up in the comments.
It’s free, it’s easy, and I’ll think you’re swell.
Okay, note to self — Next time, use the female Troll for maximum irony.
Shoulders: Shoulderplates of the Deconstructor
Chest: Warrior’s Embrace
Hands: Acherus Knight’s Gauntlets (Death Knights Only)
Waist: Guardian’s Plate Belt
Legs: Acherus Knight’s Legplates (Death Knights Only)
Feet: Boots of the Funeral March
Main-Hand: Reforged Trollbane
Here’s the full set on Wowhead
You know what, I’m not even going to bother screen capturing this set on a male toon. It’s… it’s a hot mess.
There isn’t a tabard in the world that could save it.
And yes, when I’m designing sets I’m using a female Blood Elf as a default, why do you ask?
Okay, so we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming very soon (you can likely expect a new outfit in the next day or so), but I had to share.
I was poking around Amazon.com, daydreaming about real-life ‘mogging (I think some cultures refer to it as “fashion”), when I stumbled onto this little horror.
World of Warcraft Blizzard Murloc Costume Zip Up Hoodie Hooded Sweartshirt
That’s an affiliate link (yeah, yeah, I know), but… don’t buy it. For the love of god, don’t buy it. Do you really need that unholy abomination in your life? It would be like walking into a creepy antiques shop in the first five minutes of a horror movie and buying the creepiest doll you can find from Christopher Lee. Why would you do that.
But I just can’t turn away. I mean, its eyes — its bright, burning eyes, they speak to me in some strange tongue I cannot understand. They speak of riches and power and the end of days and I know, in that moment, that all is lost.
There can be no safety. There can be no sleep.
It can smell your fear.