How Wargaming Fucked Me
On February 22, 2013 I attended a meet and greet hosted by Wargaming in Mobile, Alabama. Upon arrival I turned away and went home.
Back when the game was just getting its footing, and before World of Warships was released, Wargaming was setting up meet and greets across the country. Several forum posts were up about the many different locations they would be visiting.
For some reason my state, Alabama, seems to always get overlooked. It might be because not much happens here. Who knows? So I decided to post an invite, asking WG to visit us. They responded with a planned trip to Mobile, Alabama. Mobile is home to Battleship Memorial where the U.S.S Alabama is docked at port along with many WW2 tanks.
It was the perfect location to host a meet up.
I was delighted that they responded to my post and excited to get a chance to meet the people behind the game I grew to love and support. The subsequent postings entailed the plans, RSVPs, and suggestions on where to meet. Unfortunately I can not find these archived posts. I wonder why they are no longer available to public view?
Essentially the event was a by list only, and we were given a specific time frame to post if we would be attending. A list with around 30 names, including mine, was generated. I was under the impression that this would be all that would attend the meeting. I was also under the impression that this would be a private, by list only, meeting. A date and time for the meeting was established.
I live in Birmingham, Alabama. The drive to Mobile was over 350 Miles in one direction. In preparation for the event I took time off from work, booked a hotel, and made other plans for the trip. I also allowed enough time to arrive early so that I could be one of the first to arrive.
In my mind, I imagined I would be in a private banquet area reserved for a party of 30. I pictured myself getting there early and meeting people as they arrived. This is far from what happened.
I arrived at the restaurant an hour early to find it packed out. However, I wasn’t worried. I had reservations after all. I went to the host and asked where the banquet are for the Wargaming party was. The look on this chicks face said it all. She rolled her eyes and said, “Follow me”.
The room was full of fat fucks laughing and stuffing their faces. I turned to the hostess and asked if I was late. Did I miss something? She said no and that all of these people arrived 2 hours earlier. “Do you want a chair?”, she asked. I asked her how I was expected to eat without a table. What fucking good is a chair. I also ask why so many people not on the list was attending. She said that WG had allowing anyone to attend. To make matters worse, she couldn’t find an available chair. The place was so fucking packed there was literally nowhere to sit. So I left.
I took to the posts that were made to plan the event, announcing what had happened to me. Trolling ensued. Not to mention nothing from the PR department in regards to an apology. Instead, they posted what a success the event was, and how shocked they were that so many people from Alabama played the game. Seriously, what we cant play computer games?
In short FUCK Wot!
edited for formatting by Thing 1