I know it’s hard sometimes when you’re on your raids or doing your normal farming, daily quests, et cetera… to take time to smell the roses. Plus in the last 14 months we’ve had an influx of new players who don’t even remember the early days of WoW (frankly I don’t remember the EARLY early days, I joined six months after release). But in some ways the game has lost some of the small community feel, the silly side of life that I remember clearly from those earlier times. You know things have changed when you hardly ever see naked chics dancing on mailboxes anymore. Luckily in my guild, we have Mamabear to get drunk and try to pet the pink elephants (heheh Mama!) and remind us all that it’s just a game and we’re there to have fun.
But for others, perhaps they don’t have a goofy group of older folks to keep them grounded or help them appreciate all the light touches that Blizzard so kindly adds to the game. There are players who don’t even bother doing the Holiday quests because they are “stupid” and don’t provide any “lewt”. Clearly these poor souls are related to the Greench in some fashion, but I digress. In my normal wanderings through the WoW forums, I came across this post which reaffirmed my confidence in the heart of the players:
I, too have felt the guilt of killing an Ogre or a Netherwing drake. I have a hard time bringing myself to slaughter the beautiful winged creatures who allow me to just waltz right up to them. Even though Kaliope is a leatherworker, she hasn’t killed any drakes in months. I can’t even bring myself to move beyond neutral with the Netherwing because I fear I may have to betray them at some point in the future in order to craft some new piece of armor for myself or my brethren. And the Ogres are so pitiful when you kill them after you become their Queen, I don’t think Kayree could bear to farm them at this point for their Enchanting recipe.
Now I’ll admit that sometimes I don’t read the quest text and I certainly don’t know all the lore from Warcraft II, III or XXIII. But there are still things that touch me or tickle my funny bone in WoW and I love the fact that I’m not the only sap in Azeroth. I truly enjoyed reading their stories and comments on the various things that tore at their heart. The fact that they still feel these things, even knowing it’s just a computer game is refreshing and sweet. Fellow sentimental fools – I salute you!