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Heartwarming message.

So… yesterday I was poked by a guy on my btag… I have casually spoken to him once in a while, and we have worked together on the secret santa project.

For those of you, who doesn’t know, Secret Santa started when he poked me, and offered me a gift of 20k gold, simply as a thank you, as he enjoyed my posts on realm forum. Hardly knowing the guy, I refused, and when he insisted, we made an agreement, that I would accept the sum of ingame gold, and then pass it forward to others, by locating friendly, helpful people throughout the realm, and reward them with a small surprise post and 500 gold.

During the Christmas, we gave around 27k gold away – and I got to encounter so many helpful and kind people. Honestly I believe I was the most lucky one of them all.

Recently the realm turned 10 years old, and I took it up on my own again, to celebrate this event. Secret Santa offered me additional gold for the task if need be. We also have plans to celebrate easter in a similar way, and Secret Santa has grown to be one of my friends on btag.

I’m referring to him as Secret Santa, as he prefers to remain anonymous.

Anyhow, he poked me yesterday, and asked if he could have my Skype, as he wanted to say something, and did not wish to spam me too much ingame. I accepted and he transferred a small letter through Skype to me. I’m going to give you the unedited version, except for one mentioning of his name, which I have removed.

I mean… how nice is this?

One thing is giving away such a huge sum of gold, and transmog items etc, but the letter itself made me speechless, just sitting with a big smile on my face, after reading it.

I am not yet aware why or how I deserve it… but as a friend of mine said on Skype:

I feel very humble, and lucky to have such friends. Even though I hard a very hard time taking compliments, like these, I treasure them with all my heart and is deeply touched by the act of kindness.

Thank you Secret Santa, for entering my life, determined to spoil me with the presence of you.

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My take on lore vs. RPG and fanfiction

So as those of you, who know me ingame might be aware, I’m a sucker for lore, the canon lore that is.

I’m not a huge fan of lore violation in roleplay.

That means, 30 year old orcs who were born in Durotar, Yaungols and Drakkari trolls who joined the Horde, a bloodelf who were raised by Amani trolls, or healing blademasters… No thanks. All of those, are examples I’ve encountered ingame.

I am aware some of the more special snowflakey concepts can be open for debate – like half human-orcs, I’m not a fan of such either, however, unless the story is told very well.

“Whoa, whoa whoa!” You might say: “What about the religion your clan has?? That’s clearly not lore!”

And you are right. It is implemented, recognised and acknowledged as utter fanfiction. It is not forced upon anyone to believe and accept this, especially not outside the clan.

What I can accept, and which is supported by lore, is that clans each have their own “thing” – Frostwolves are multicultural, Blackrocks drown their weaklings by birth, Stormreavers are warlocks, and Laughing Skulls are insane.

As a roleplayer, I enjoy player added ideas, when no claims are made, that it’s lore, if the story told is actually good, and when people are prepared to face any IC consequences from their actions. Also, I appreciate it only, if it does not violate any present lore.

And please – do not read any dodgy sentence in the RPG’s and claim that I should accept your unique char (which is rarely all that unique, just poorly told, far fetched and almost impossible to believe) as it’s lore. RPG is not canon – for a reason.

Regarding the “religion” within the Blackjaw Clan, it is presented as stories shared within that clan, possibly due to the huge influence a big number of warriors have had on the culture.

At some point, some of the warriors wished for more understandable believes, rather than the more mysterious ways of a Shaman, especially as the Shaman struggled communing with elements and ancestors after the blooddrinking of Mannoroth. That said, some of the Shaman within the clan, might frown upon this belief.

With a very imaginative leadership within the guild, we have over the years developed clan-specific rituals, dialect and culture.

http://blackjawclan.webs.com/

I enjoy the clan fanfiction within the Blackjaws, for the originality, quality and thought which has been put into it.

Just as I will accept any -good- story from other players, if they actually manage to explain my char, why their Drakkari was not kill on sight, when they first met Vol’jin’s Horde.

My char might not approve of their attempts to tell, and she might not approve of their presence however. That is IC consequences from being a Drakkari within the Horde. You chose it, suck it up.

Being a child

As a 32-year old accountant IRL, people are often quite surprised to realise I live half my life as an orc.

And yes, I guess it is quite odd, even though I know many like me inside this online world.

One of the things I notice once in a while, is how people hide it IRL, afraid to acknowledge their inner geek, admitting they are a child deep within.

I’m not sure I follow why.

I got my very first accountant job due to playing WoW – turned out my boss was hardcore raider.

I got my current job due to being a computer geek – turned out they lacked a computer savvy person.

And yes, I brought my Frostwolf plushie to work the other day, they chuckled a bit with me, and accepted that I, as a 32 year old accountant had brought a toy with me for work.

And sure, my intern sitting infront of me, shaked her head a little as I took a picture of my Frostwolf using an old calculator, but it was fun nonetheless.

I believe, the world would be a better place, if we all just remembered the joy of being a child and playing once more.

And yes, I cry after roleplay, as I get so attached to the various chars people build up, it’s so sad when they die in-char, I jump half a meter in the couch from a simple shock-effect in a horror movie, and I turn in my chair to avoid falling down a cliff in WoW. But I love my imagination, and I am proud of it!

I dare you all, to enter the biggest toystore nearby, today, and immerse yourself into the world. Play with the toys, act silly, run through the shop with an “elephant trunk” making elephant noises. Try it. Release the adult stress and forget anything which troubles you, even if just for a second.

It’s liberating.