I wasn’t intending to make this post, but this process went somewhat differently from what I expected.
As I indicated in another thread, I made peace with the idea of subscribing for a month so that I could raise several topics to discuss the state of the lore, the game, general principles, and what would be required to get me, a Night Elf fan, to return to being a regular customer. For the full story on what incited me to finally do that - there’s a thread you can consult. This is a story about something I ended up doing before I could post.
I unsubscribed towards the end of Warlords of Draenor because I didn’t trust Dave Kosak with an entire expansion of Night Elf lore (given Val’sharah I feel somewhat vindicated), and because I didn’t like the PVP changes. My friends were kind of in the same position I was, and while I was working out a way to put up with the new environment, they convinced me to quit. So I did.
On the final night that I played this character, I logged out while she was standing on one of the ledges in the Temple of the Moon. It’s the one on the right as you walk into the temple itself, near the tree. Back when I would roam the city for random RP - as Cenarion Circle shared a phase with the big RP realms, I would occasionally stand there and emote the character ruffling her (warden) cloak, or popping a coffee bean into her mouth. The latter was this little character quirk that I introduced, where she got confused about how humans enjoyed coffee, and ended up carrying a bag of beans around to snack on. It was somewhat fitting to find her standing there when I logged back in this evening.
I was expecting that this would be quick and efficient. I’d register to the game that the character was alive so that the forums would recognize it. Maybe take a couple of pictures for those interested in what the character used to look like, that sort of thing. But to my surprise, people remembered me. See, Cenarion Circle has OOC channels for its RP community - and I tried to be active in it. Apparently all of those times of going out to Ironforge for Troubadour night, where my character would proceed to tell horrifying cautionary tale stories about cute little animals getting killed - all in deadpan - made an impression. So as I was talking to the community that I used to RP with, I started out into the city.
To no one’s surprise, it was a ghost town. I think I saw one other player character in the whole city. I was expecting that. What I wasn’t expecting was how eerie and how depressing that felt to me. Because of the phasing, while sure, things were sparse, you could always find some people out doing something, and some of those people you could walk up to and have a conversation with. Today there was just… nothing. The city really was dead, empty. It was like I was a character in the Langoliers because frankly? I kind of was.
Meanwhile I’m talking with some folks in the OOC channel, talking about life, why I’m back, the limited nature of why I’m back (I’m only subbing for a month here, after all), about how work is going, that sort of thing. I didn’t really have the heart to tell them why I was upset with the lore of course, although they know now that I’ll be posting here for a bit again, so I guess it won’t take them long. But I remember them saying "oh! I’ll get on " - the name escapes me, sadly. That’s when I explained again that I wouldn’t be around for long and that I certainly wouldn’t want to RP - how could I? The idea of it, in the retail environment? That’s just too depressing for me.
I ended up semi-seriously picking new talents. I had a free opportunity to do so after all. The PVP talents were… interesting I guess, not that I’d find much use for them now. Back when I played, I tried my very hardest to be the best that I could be, working hard to get Best-in-Slot gear. I did this for RP reasons as well - I figured that if I was going to RP as a warden, then I better have the martial chops to back it up. What would the point be now, though? The entire fantasy of even being competent is just… gone.
I didn’t intend to open my time here by being this melancholy, but, this is why I get worked up over the lore given what’s happened. I used to say that Teldrassil wasn’t the big thing that mattered in my opinion. It was the fact that the playable race appeared to be comprehensively humiliated in an onscreen celebration of Horde formidability that Blizzard refuses to let us make up for. Today gave me an education about why Teldrassil and Darnassus actually did matter to me.
For those reading this though, I hope this lets you somewhat in to my thought process to underline how events like the War of the Thorns, which we are still living with today, can completely destroy any and all motivation to play, let alone pay for the game. I subscribed thinking that I’d do so for a month, say my peace, get it memorialized, and be gone. I didn’t expect that the mere act of registering that my character existed was going to hit me quite like this, however.