User:Fliir
Help! Help!
I am trapped inside a strangely beautiful but far too all-consuming magical world. My name is Fliir, a Draenei Shaman though I left Exodar long ago (well okay, two months ago). I was lured into this world by my so-called friends, Talaith and Bors. True, they have raised me from the dead, defended me 'gainst murlocs and ogres and even those really icky slimes. But in truth, they have fed me a steady poisonous diet of talent trees and skill leveling and crafting madness! Tempting me with those just out of reach goals, ever on the horizon, ever beckoning, ever promising, the next life of a WoWer, called Level 80!
But I am a lost cause. I beg you not to follow my example into the abyss. Turn back now! And heed the voice of experience:
Beware the temptations of 'leveling', be it in crafting or skills. For it is not what you have that you want, but what you could get if you only worked a little harder to get to the next level that you want! Beware the Las Vegas styled risk-reward balanced quest-chains that lure you down the dark path of WoWaddiction! For it is curiosity and a certain obsessive-compulsive competitiveness to have a map clean of gray exclamation marks that can never be satisfied! Beware the sounds of a Draenei laughter that threatens to make one create a macro just to hear it at will when all you have to do is type /lol! For it will haunt your restless nights and force smiles on your face in the gravest of public gatherings! Beware the candy jar of temptations that are the Guild Bank! For it only feeds the other compulsions of the game that cannot be satisfied!
But most of all...yea, heed my words innocent ones! Most of all!: Beware the rush of golden light and breathtaking cry of angels that is the flash of a new Achievement gained!
For it is devil's work. And I am its slave. Obedient, willing, and utterly lost...
Fliir Draenei Shaman of Consensus
