Dear Blizz,
It has been over a decade since the fateful day I jokingly decided to roll a Goblin Warrior to check out the new race. I’d never cared much for Goblins. I found their quest text to be a bit exaggerated even for Goblins, their models to be hideous, and their voices absolutely grating. If I could have deleted their sound files, I would have.
Yet, as I dressed for the party and rolled with my homies on my hot rod, I felt something stirring deep inside me. After being robbed and betrayed, and still not willing to accept the truth, I considered going into the light.
But something…something made me choose not to go into the light that day.
I’ve thought this to myself dozens if not hundreds of times as my camera panned in close while indoors, even going so far as to zoom in just to enjoy it…but after 2,863 hours I can finally put into words how I accidentally became a Goblin Warrior main.
My ears.
My bouncy, bobby, happy-go-floppy big green ears.
No shapeshifts, no blinks, no constant speed boosts, no stealth, no shadows, no shields, no light, no dark, no rolls…for most of my time in this game I am just me, just running, and just able to enjoy the glorious bouncies.
Like bat wings, they flap. Like fish, they flop. Like Night Elves in Goldshire, they bounce. Like every third female Human’s hair, they bob. Never flouncing, sometimes jouncing. A few more syllables and I might as well go push Tiger out of the way and take their place with Hunter Robin in Stormsong Valley.
So to whoever designed the Goblin model and so carefully and so perfectly sculpted and brought life to my magnificent floppy ears, I thank you. It truly is the little things that bring us joy.