I started walking around Azeroth today… starting with one of the last places I was truly-happy at in this game, the Caverns of Time. As I walked I thought a lot about God… a lot about darkness… troubled I miraculously happened across a pleasant distraction. A warden of time who would offer you a glimpse through time of important events you were a part of in the history of the magical world of Azeroth.
Now here I sit, a troubled soul walking in the pouring rain near Maruukai… noticing something isn’t quite right in this world… I’m hearing the chorus of birds happily-chirruping in the rain. That doesn’t seem natural to this soul.