We’re quite an interesting pair, my tiny vulpera shammy and my daughter's tall nightborne hunter, but it’s a lot of fun questing and doing random dungeons with her.
You see, yesterday marked 10 years since my father passed away and it would be just his type of sweet and clever gesture to gift me the mount that I wanted during a spooky time of year that I love.
As I made my way through the streets of Silvermoon City and out into Eversong Woods amid the gently flying dragonhawk hatchlings gliding about, I was struck with a feeling of deja vu. The feeling grew stronger as I ran across The Dead Scar with its skeletal mobs called plaguebone pillagers.
My dad and I, circa 1994. My dad never played World of Warcraft. In fact, he'd quite often grumble when I'd play Warcraft when he was visiting my house or I was visiting his. That's interesting considering that he's the one responsible for my interest in and enjoyment of computer/video games in the first place.… Continue reading Finding My Dad in World of Warcraft