World of Warcraft is, and always will be, a game I will return to. I might gravitate to new interesting gaming platforms, but I tend to come back to this eventually. Why is it so addictive? Well gnome-thumping is pretty damn cool.
I’m a chick gamer. This used to mean something. It used to be that I was the only female of my entourage capable of surpassing my male friends at Mortal Kombat and finish Metroid in one stretch. It used to mean I was cool. Nowadays, I struggle to keep updated with all the games, and my coordination isn’t what it used to be. Freaking Mario can give me problems if I’m overly tired. All I can hope now are the days when my husband’s boys run up to me and ask me to pass them through a particularly difficult boss in their game.
However, give me a bow, a huge white tiger, and I’m suddenly the next best thing since sliced bread. Not that I am the end all be all of this game. Far from it. I cower from pvp (mostly because I have no patience to deal with morons), I haven’t raided all the endgame content yet, and I frustrate over a stolen herb. (Those of you who don’t play this game will probably think I am crazy-talking). But still, the thrill of levelling a character, and the delight over flying across Outlands and the absolute satisfaction of raiding with a guild of friends you’ve made over the course of your WoW stay are tremendous. I am a hunter, you see, and in between this I am a druid. These things are cool to me.
With the crawling release of Wrath of the Lich King approaching, my interest in the game has sky-rocketed again, and I am preparing my characters for the raise in level cap and the new features sure to impress. I gave my candidature for beta, so hopefully I get to see the content before the public mass.
If ever you stroll through Trollbane and happen to see an Orc hunter by the name of Atsuka, drop me a hello. I swear I am only rude to the morons who think they can run the server.
