I ain’t playing no top-down, cute, 7th grade, ball-pit, Chuck E Cheese wannabe game called World of Warcraft. I’m not here to hit little lizards and little cheetahs. I’m not here to hit little cute purple dragons, with little fireballs for certain amount of xp because I’m trying to level my guy up so he can unlock the goddamn fucking dinosaur egg and inside the dinosaur egg, it’s like a tarantula that morphs into a winged cadet, that flies through the clouds, through dark valleys where volcanoes are splurring, right? And you got fucking 30 thousand other people doing the exact same thing and you’re all running around and desyncing, pinged out of your mind because everyone thinks it’s cool that we’re living back in 2001.