I am definitely someone who plays for the people, not the purples. I have dragged many of my WoW-friendships outside of the game–onto Twitter, onto gtalk, into IRL. We do talk about the game a lot, but sometimes we have rather heated debates over mundane topics. Like, oh, salad dressing.
Pixelated Executioner: …but other than caesar, there is no dressing more wonderful than blue cheese. MY BUFFALO WINGS MUST BE TREATED TO THE BEST, DAMMIT.
RANCH IS THE ONE AND ONLY GOD OF DRESSINGS
Pixelated: BLASPHEMER! YOU WILL BURN FOR ALL ETERNITY! TURN, FOUL HERETIC! TURN!!!!
Life is better with CAPS OF (FAUX) RAEG. My life would be a lot more boring without these nutty WoW people in it.
The biggest shame is not recording the 3 am vent conversation about the state of Evee’s testicles…