I'm a hunter. I've toyed with other classes and so far I've succeeded in getting them past 10 once (that would be Gryphaen, my druid). I love the companionship of your pet, the ability to name them (I love naming things). I love being able to solo almost anything. I love the BeastMaster I've become, the bundle of claw and bite that is my Susan, near indestructable. I love the independence being a hunter brings. I like ranged weapons.
-break for RL nap with Orclette. By the by, if you've never taken a nap with your little one I highly recommend it. Waking up with orclette pawing at your hair and smiling for you, waiting for you to wake up, is priceless.-
Return to why I play my class. Have I mentioned bestial wrath? ice traps? all the cool shots? And that's just up to 44. I've no idea of what happens after that lvl. I think also I like hunters because of my early love for the tales of Arthur, Robin Hood, and in general swords, crossbows, and horses. And the men who ride them :)
-another RL break to comfort orclette who climbed up on my ottoman and then fell over. Removal of self to a safer climbing location for orclette.-
Ok. Hunters. I think I'm done rhapsodizing. And why am I still playing the only non-hunter alt of mine? What is different about this one that it survived? I can turn into a bear. That is just sooo cool, like a hunter and pet rolled up into one. Although don't call my your pet. I will growl at you, and possibly some other very dangerous bearish thingies. I'm looking forward to cat form which Dammy has told me is even more dangerous than bear form. /evil cackle.
-orclette has not recovered from bump on the head. Getting off computer this time to comfort grumpy orclette.
On why my posts are getting shorter and shorter.
I have an orclette. An orclette who LOVES her mommy. An orclette who likes said mommy to be on the same level as her so she can use her as a climbing post. An orclette who loves electronic toys. An orclette that doesn't like anyone else to use HER electronic toys. An orclette who doesn't sleep very much. A mother who spends nap time actually playing, not blogging.
So there you have it. A nice, short little post about why my posts are getting shorter.