Choose Your Own Adventure

The thing that makes World of Warcraft fun is there's always another adventure, another quest, another epic battle just over the next hill. This also makes the game hard to quit. As a friend of mine so aptly put it, World of Warcraft is a pie eating contest and the prize is more pie.

Last night I realized I didn't want to play any more. Since the game provides no ending I wrote my own. Each of my beloved adventurers chose a remote and favorite spot that had been important to them. I found the process peaceful and a little sad but beautiful, comforting and surprisingly poignant.

I watched the sunset on the ocean on my last character, logged off, deleted the application from my computer and canceled my account. I'm not saying I won't be lured back again by another expansion and weather too cold to spin poi. But this is the end of the story ... at least for now.

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Sunset on Azeroth

While others seek fame and glory in far away lands, Cresil, wielder of the dark arts, master of worldly sciences, is ever vigilant. He, alone, knows a great evil lurks in the desert. Cresil keeps a lonely watch at the Gates of Uldum ... ready ... waiting.

Dr. Fabulous was born to party. Wealthy and beautiful, he had little interest in the comings and goings of his fellow elvenkind, and few ambitions. He did eventually venture forth in the world. To his surprise, he found strangers had a particular affection for him. The kindness of others shook his arrogance. Dr. Fabulous has returned to the majestic spires and seductive sirens of his homeland to reflect on his selfish and shallow ways. Perhaps he will find some humility there.



The proud, lone warrior Spanker traveled far and wide asking little of others and preferring solitude. He loved the earth and its many treasures. Spanker died courageously trying to learn the secrets of Oshu'Gun.

Exalted master of the elements, Thruster valiantly went to rescue his brother, Spanker. Alas, the proud gnome rushed to battle unprepared and his mighty powers failed him. In his shame he fled to the mountains on the back of his trusty dragon steed. Thruster renounced his possessions and many relics and is seeking comfort in the spectacular Nagrand sunset.



Orbs ... the first, the master, the great adventurer ... defeater of tyrants, slayer of dragons, tamer of beasts, keeper of secrets, beloved of heroes ... has retired. The Champion of the Frozen Wastes has given up crusading for the comfort of fishing and still hopes for that big catch. He loves the many living plants and creatures of the land and is always on the lookout for that rare flower to perfect his next exotic concoction. Perhaps above all else Orbs harbors fond, youthful memories for the warm fields and beautiful shores of Westfall .. the land of his first great quest.