Happy 8th Birthday, World of Warcraft. I find it slightly disturbing that my son is nearly 8, and I have been playing this game for the entire length of his life. The game has changed but not as much as my son, so I just wanted to say thank you Blizzard for keeping my mind body and soul active when I wasn't changing nappies (diapers for the Americans out there).
I have seen some complaints about not getting a new pet, but to be honest who wants a pet that everybody else in the entire game has. This game allows individualism in our outward appearance of gear through transmogrification and a choice of hundreds of
Brian: No, no. Please, please please listen. I've got one or two things to say.
The Crowd: Tell us! Tell us both of them!
Brian: Look, you've got it all wrong. You don't need to follow me. You don't need to follow anybody! You've got to think for yourselves! You're all individuals!
The Crowd: Yes! We're all individuals!
Brian: You're all different!
The Crowd: Yes! We're all different!
Man in crowd: I'm not...
Man in crowd: Shhh!
Brian: You've all got to work it out for yourselves.
The Crowd: Yes! We've got to work it out for ourselves!
The Crowd: Tell us more!
Brian: No! That's the point! Don't let anyone tell you what to do! Otherwise - Ow! Ow!