WoW, It’s Me!
It seems like anytime I get together with my friends, I have to put up with massive amounts of World of Warcraft talk. At the Superbowl, every single guy there (and one woman) could do nothing but talk about WoW. I really wanted to talk to my friends. I wanted to interact with them. I couldn’t, though. All I could do is sit there and stare blankly at the wall while they rambled on about things like: raid, instance, mules, mounts, flying mounts, epic mounts, epic flying mounts, gold, farming, their characters, and the various races and classes that exist.
This is a similar occurrence at my gaming table some nights (though not as bad as the Superbowl thing.)
What brought all this up? Well, it was this Real Life Comic that made me think of doing this post. If you haven’t guess yet, I’m the guy that finally speaks in the last panel.
What can I do about this? Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
When the WoW talk starts up, I’m like Punxsutawney Phil near the end of winter. Leave me in my damn hole until it’s all over, please.
