The Day I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love World of Warcraft
Sarah’s gotten me into WoW again. I’ve been putzing away in the low-level zones as a Goblin by the name of Topherbimix, and I’m surprised how much mileage you can get if you just - take your time, read the mission descriptions, take in the flair of each zone and appreciate the efforts at characterization that are being made.
Compare that with the way my overachieving friend took to WoW like you would to an Excel spreadsheet in need of cleanup: he ignored all mission briefs, didn’t let himself play FashionCraft, grinded the Professions he needed for hours on end - and eventually became a high-level, if terminally bored Endgame player with nothing but Raid content to look forward to.
I don’t think I’ll tell him I’m back on my bullshit in Turalyon; especially considering how he’s an Alliance simp and I, well…
I mean. Look at my avatar.
Lok-tar ogar, obviously.
I never understood people who were just skimming every zone and quest to get to the end game as fast as possible, this game is so full of beautiful zones, fun and interesting quests, interesting looks, mounts and pets you can collect. Sometimes I just get sidetracked into going somewhere where I shouldn’t go while questing just to discover a hidden gem, like for example WoD shattrath before any iron horde or demon invasions are triggered
Oh yeah, totally. I’m sort of new to Horde starting zones because of said friend who more or less insisted I go Alliance on the first go-‘round, but I’m really liking the feel of King Rastakhan’s lands. The Trolls were never developed in a way I’d consider to be charitable, so it’s nice to see different rungs of their society - even if it means running into long-toothed snobs on occasion.
It’s sort of hard not to mentally roleplay in situations like this.




Comment