obligatory introduction post?

i often create blogs with grand ideas of the endless paragraphs i will roll out, the issues i'll explore, the photos i'll include, and on and on and on. and i say often, because i am something of a blog whore. however, without fail, when i'm starting out i click "new post" and am at a loss of where to begin. i generally stray away from introducing myself or making any sort of point, and just kind of dive right in. this has it's merits, don't get me wrong, but i thought i'd try a change of pace. so. this is intended to be a blog about my adventures, experiences, and general time spent in the world of warcraft. if you don't know what that is, i invite you to click the "omgbackthisblogsucks" button on your browser. really, it's okay, i won't be offended. although, if you stay around, you might end up intrigued. you could always stick it out and see. we'll find out together. who knows, i may eventually be clicking my "omgdeletethisblogsucks" button. but, hey, this is the first post, let's be optimistic.

for those of you who are still with me - hello, i'm lux! or, more officially i'm luxiia, a level 70 night elf druid. i play on a pvp server, and have spent much time in-game cursing that decision. generally while corpse running back to my poor body. (i hate undead rogues.) it's all pedrovi's fault. he was hooked before the rest of us...although, it's not like any of us pushed the crack spoon away. crack spoon, is that right? maybe it's a heroin spoon. whatever, anyway, he started it. he would out his shiny macbook , while [the girl who would later become] bidelia and i were playing halo or something, and say "do you guys mind if i play some wow?". i remember he used to ask with such anticipation and excitement. like "hooray! i thought i wouldn't get to play since i'm hanging out with these guys who have no interest - but look! now they're distracted and i'm so glad i brought my computer just in case!" seriously. his eyes would light up at the very thought of getting in some azeroth time unexpectedly. and so, one of these times (and yes, there were many) i sat down and watched him play. he had told about it as he'd begun leveling and i'd been as interested as someone who has never seen it or played any MMO can be. you know, intrigued but still a little unclear.

i remember the first thing that fascinated me was his action bar. all those colorful boxes between two little gryphons. all those icons representing spells and abilites that i knew meant something, but couldn't decipher. then i watched him just...pressing buttons to make things happen. to those who have been playing computer games or the like for years, you can roll your eyes now. i was ignorant. i'd never played any complex game that didn't involve some long annoying series of drop-down menus. i was in awe. why, a button for everything! how novel! instead of hopping in, i relegated myself to watching him play, thinking this was all far too advanced for me. it stayed that way for a few months. he'd always offer, i'd always say "oh no, that's okay, i just like to see it." i'd make him explain what he was doing and why, and probably would have generally annoyed the hell out of him if he hadn't been so thrilled just to have someone who wanted to listen.

finally, one morning, or afternoon or something, he convinced me to try it. we went and got bagels for reinforcements, and he set me upon reading the race and class descriptions. i had seen him shadowmeld, and knew i wanted to do that. okay, night elf, check. then he said "...something something shapeshift something something..." and that was it. i mean, i read the other class descriptions in the interest of being thorough, but nothing could beat that. and so, a blue-haired druid named...well, her name isn't important. in fact, it's embarassing. let's just say, a blue-haired druid was born. she wrathed and gathered her way along, often befuddled (where is that damn red crystal?! WHERE!), and always on borrowed time. pedrovi was often kind enough to feed my addiction, sending his macbook on sleepovers at my house. i'd send him texts throughout the night, like "i'm a bear YAY!" or "i'm in IRONFORGE!!". but, alas, she was not to be. eventually, when i was graced with my own laptop, she was stripped down, and her wares were shipped or sold off to fund the beginnings of a new blue-haired druid.

and so began luxiia.