So there’s understandable hubbub over Blizzard’s decision to butch-up the Blood Elves for the World of Warcraft: The Burning Crusade expansion pack, and perhaps some may question whether the delay has its roots in giving time to the poor Blizzard designers who just want to finally, at long last, give the Horde a tough-looking race…you know, something really strong to balance out all the wimpy bull-men, zombies, orcs and trolls. And that’s as it should be, folks; let’s talk this thing out.
But while we’re airing our feelings lets not forget the game that brought us all together in the first place; the game that made us forsake our lives, our hygiene, our diet, our friends, and most recently our sense of perspective. Like this frame from one of my favorite honorable mentions in the October Comic Contest over at WoW headquarters…
It reminds me that games are supposed to be fun, that there’s plenty butch and plenty femme to be found in the game already (both, apparently, can be found in the Furbolg’s windy bottom), and that the non-gaming world most likely still thinks we’re all a little off. Also: bears in thongs. Come on.
That said, you can bet your epic mount that I’ll be rolling a Blood Elf toon named JazzHands or PrissyPony as soon as elvishly possible.