Much like the other other world of Warcraft.
Author’s note: This post is a response piece to an article originally appearing on Massively Overpowered, my go-to site for MMO news. And no, I don’t give two or possibly even a single shit if that comes off as an advertisement. They are (collectively) awesome; go give them pageviews so I can continue to consume the content they produce.
I just got back home after watching the Warcraft movie at my local iPic theatre. I don’t often go to the movies anymore on account of not particularly enjoying them and the cost. Between the tickets (two of them), (alcholohic) drink, food, and parking I spent well over $100 today. But you know what? It was well worth it, I enjoyed myself and more importantly so did Mrs. Vagrant. I’d managed to largely avoid spoiling myself by judiciously screening Twitter and was well rewarded with a fairly enjoyable movie.
Nevertheless, this is the internet and we can’t have the internet without someone hating something really hard. Today’s contestant on “I Hates it, I Hates It So Much” is Eliot Lefebvre, a man with a surname even more difficult to pronounce than my own. His editorial “The Warcraft Film is Absolutely Awful” is a hit-piece on the Warcraft movie and I can’t say as I agree with just about any of it.
So what’s a man with a blog to do about it? Blog about it I guess! I aim to address the majority of his points on a segment by segment basis. Here there be spoilers aplenty. Don’t read on any further if you have yet to see the movie.
It’s dangerous to go alone!
The impetus of today’s post is Jewel’s NBI (New Blogger Initiative) writing prompt which can be found here. She tasked the NBI community with sharing their “gaming memories, not just memories per se, but the moments that shape us as gamers.” And so I am to share with one major caveat; the memories I’m sharing today didn’t just shape me as a gamer, they shaped my entire relationship with my father. Let it not be said that I’m not a team player!
I was five, possibly six when my father brought home my first console gaming system, the original NES. Needless to say, I was smitten. Between Super Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt, I wasted countless hours of my youth, a fact that was not lost on him. He’d made attempts at bonding with me over outdoorsman-type activities like camping, hiking, and fishing; all of which I’d rejected out of hand. I had, and to this day still have, absolutely no truck with “nature” or the “rugged life”. I was always rather a connoisseur of history, my interests were in the creations of man and not nature, even at such an early age. Unfortunately, we lived in Los Angeles, and frankly speaking, my grandmother has more history than the entire West Coast . Thusly, my 5 year-old-self immersed himself in the history of virtual worlds that could span thousands of years; for there was none to be found back in the real world.
They see me glowin.
Hey there people who read things on the internet for Reasons, I just want to preface this post with an important disclaimer. I had a really shitty day at work and need to write a tongue-firmly-planted-in-cheek post to balance the Cards of the Universe. It’s capitalized because it’s a real thing that’s a thing. Alright, let’s do this thing.
World of Warcraft is turning 11 years old in a few short months and considering it was my first MMO, its age is roughly analogous to the breadth of my MMO “career” (the pay is shit and I often ignore-list my coworkers, but hell if it isn’t fun). Technically, Guild Wars was my first “MMO” but I played it for all of 3 weeks before I jumped onto the already moving train of WoW like a hopped-up junkie on PCP. What followed was 3 years of pure…Vanilla. Some of the best (but not THE best) gaming memories I have. Also, I actually turned into Vanilla. I started off WoW with a fairly Mediterraneanish olive skin complexion. I finished my 3-year jaunt whiter than a ghost. Still, I only put on an extra 10 pounds so on balance I got off easy.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
I have to say, while I have little love lost for poetry (I’ve despised it ever since I was a child), this small part of Tolkien’s poem describes my gaming state rather pointedly. I’m currently floundering with no “home” MMO to play. I’m wandering from hobby to hobby right now, playing a few “casual” games on my iPad, catching up on some comics, and occasionally dabbling in my horrific backlog of offline games on Steam. And while I am logging into World of Warcraft on a near-daily basis, it’s mainly to knock out garrison stuff or Tanaan Jungle dallies. Oh, and I guess I’m starting a blog too while I’m at it, let’s not overlook that.
Author’s Note 06-01-2016: This post is almost a year old and written when I had plans to create a monthly column focusing on the very real history of FFXIV’s Heavensward expansion. The content may no longer be relevent or accurate, especially as I stopped playing FFXIV shortly after I’d finished the Heavensward Main Story Quest. Still, I didn’t have the heart to trash this post so here it will stay for archival purposes. Besides, maybe one day I’ll come back to this proof-of-concept and continue where I left off.