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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Breakfast Topic: Your Day as an Instance Boss

This forum post got me thinking: If I were a final boss to some instance, what would be my daily routine between groups of folks coming to beat loot out of me like a pinata? Let's forget about code, and think of bosses as your average joe evildoer. Since I'm partial to Blackwing Lair, I'll assume the role of Nefarion. I think my day would go a little like this:

10AM - Being a late riser, I lazily roll out of bed, take a steamy shower, and toss on the only outfit I own (curse Blizzard's stinginess with boss wardrobes).

11AM - While munching on some late breakfast, I peruse the Azeroth Weekly from my open-air balcony. There sure is a lot of red haze today.

12PM - Being evil, I decide this is a good time to alter my loot tables to all Druid gear.

4PM - My fellow colleagues and I have our daily pep-talk, and chide each other for falling for the same tricks each week. I relay my sadistic loot-table stacking idea, at which point the other bosses concur and stash Druid-only gear. We watch some ESPN on goblin-crafted holographic screens until the first raiders start zoning in.

7PM - Most raids are already under-way. I prepare myself for my first grand appearance in Vael's room. Where's that frickin' red scepter again?

10PM - The raids are quickly approaching my room. I get psyched and hope for the best, but I have once again underestimated their sheer steamroller-like power. Curses!

10:30PM - Curses! They're here! Maybe if I sit still and... flag friendly... they won't talk to... HEY! NO! Don't talk to me! I don't want to... urgh... fine, fine. Let the games begin!

10:45PM - The world turns blacker... blacker... I shout, "This cannot be! I am the Master here! You mortals are nothing to my kind! DO YOU HEAR? NOTHING!"... and fall to the ground. My killers then shove and jostle around, kneeling over my corpse, picking items and gold from my belly. So that's where my wallet was!

11:00PM - After a snappy recovery, I awaken in my bed, lamenting my defeat. I deplore my bad luck and inability to change tactics, despite being an evil, revenge-bent mastermind. I ponder how much longer the trust fund left by my father will fund my lair, the wages of my subordinates, and the constant losses of gold and items. Uh-oh, I'm getting a text from Rend. Something about a UBRS PuG. Well, at least I don't have to fight anyone there. I wish I was getting paid for this.

Bosses must have the patience of monks. They get a pretty redundant job, consistently lose against all kinds of players, and give up tons of gold per week. Yet somewhere in there, they manage to farm truckloads of loot to distribute to their defeaters. They say they're out to destroy society as we know it, but when you think about it, they do their job for you, the player.

Which begs the question: what would your favorite boss' day-to-day activities be?

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