I noticed during my wait outside my local Best Buy when buying the expansion, that World of Warcraft is a community. Wikipedia describes community as
a group of people who interact and share certain things as a group
I walked right into the middle of a community, and kind of joined them. Kind of, as in they were weird. They all looked like they were taken from the same set of mold pieces. Here are the requirements for WoW, according to that group:
- black hair
- chalk-white skin
- bags under your eyes
- overweight
- nothing better to do on a Tuesday than stand at Best Buy and go back home
I didn’t really fit in with that group at all. I am the opposite of all of those points, including going to work before 7am and going right back to work for a full day before going home. But I was allowed to stand and listen, because they knew I was one of them.
There were stories of other cities and their sell-outs at midnight, the dorks saying they should get to the front because they are the #1 PvPer on their server, raid mis-cues, raid accomplishments, and the list went on for 40 minutes until the doors opened.
I had a very strange thought in my head that I battled the whole time. Something inside me wanted to see what would happen if I told them I was Gitr. “Hi, I’m Gitr.” Just like that. I would have wanted to walk right back to my car until the store opened if all I got were crickets chirping and dull stares from people who hadn’t slept in 4 days.
I’m fairly certain that none of them read this blog, because I have already been pretty specific about which store I was at for the Tuesday morning opening. The only way that announcement would have gone good is if someone said they read this blog. Why?
That was going to be my only connection with them. They were obviously hardcore, weren’t going to work (and maybe don’t have jobs), don’t exercise, and maybe they don’t like to read blogs. Blogging is probably just as much a community for me as WoW is. Bloggers are a different breed from gamers, it just so happens that I blog about gaming instead of the lint I found in my bellybutton yesterday.
What would you do if you were at a WoW thing and someone came up and said they were Hogit or Aeigelus? I know I would start talking to them before a random WoWer. I guess I just expected everyone else feels the same way.
Next post will certainly be about what you found in your bellybutton……inquring minds want to know. I tell you what I would more likely want to talk to you then those morons. I know my ingame popularity in no way HAS to translate into real life. It might but i dont bank on it. I have raided and PVPed but i dont think any of that makes me the Cool dude people come to for answers. They way we treat people in game, if it is genuine, will more likly give people the best view into the real person behind the toon. Having a blog where you speak your mind without the need to rationalize and pander to the egos of the leet seems to be an excellent outlet for frustrations and victories. I for one mention your adventures to my wife often.
(Waits breathlessly for the much awaited Bellybutton Discovery Post Of Death)
Talking to the wife about blogs is high praise. I know that one. There are only so many blogs my wife cares to hear about, no matter how cool the post was.
I’m going to have to put some of my Dried Shampoo Got Crusty in my Earlobe to the task of creating my bellybutton lint post.
That was perhaps ….no it was ….way to much information about the residue residing in earlobs. LOL