Wrath of the Lich King

At midnight, early Thursday morning, 12:01 am, Blizzard Entertainment's newest expansion for their epidemic of a game, World of Warcraft officially began sales.  There were people lined up around the block to buy their copy of Wrath, as it is affectionately referred to by World of Warcraft players. At 12:15, after my five traveling companions and I had all received our copies,  we were on our way home to install and enjoy our new glorious acquisition.  My eyes were glued to my screen while I stared at a blue bar slowly growing across my screen.  Ten percent, fifteen percent, TWENTY FIVE PERCENT.  The anticipation was unbearable.  I needed to be in the game now....I didn't know what to do. I began to panic, and then DONE.  I logged onto my orc and rode the zeppelin to the frozen waste of Northrend, the newest land of adventure in the world of warcraft.  It was like Martin Luther King and JFK were marching through the streets handing money out to everyone they saw.  There was no more hunger, no war, no poverty or disease! This is the promised land, I thought; this is what mankind has been striving for, for thousands of years.  We finally made it.  This is the pinnacle of evolutionary advancement. 

 

Then I logged off and went to bed because I had stuff to do in the morning, and it was late.

 

-scott