And here’s the last of the “I fucked up and need to L2post” posts.! If you read it the first time, that was a draft, there were a few tweaks.
I consider myself a Horde player.
Yes, I started Alliance. And yes, I enjoyed my night elf characters. (It’s the pointy ears.)
But I didn’t really start to feel involved in the game until I rolled Horde.
Cruising through Org, I pass by all the trolls, orcs, forsaken, tauren, blood elves and it just feels right. Normal, if I can get away with using such a word.
I am surrounded by friends, brothers-in-arms.
In the field I see a fellow member of the Horde under attack from Alliance forces, I help.
Out on the For the Horde! run, I slaughtered the opposing faction leaders with gusto. (Actually, I mostly helped with killing the Alliance players that came to defend their leaders, but you know what I mean.)
I was thrilled with the inclusion of the Horde insignia on my T9 gear. Reveled in the difference between the Horde and Alliance weapons coming out of the Trial of the Crusader.
The red and black flag signifies home for me.
Switch over to my new night elf warrior.
I enjoy playing him, but I don’t have that sense of belonging.
Darnassus is home, but the blue and gold is merely decoration. There is no faction-pride associated with it.
I’m sure when I’m higher level, I will dutifully defend a city I’m in. But I can’t imagine riding out to get a black war bear.
(Except maybe to kill Garrosh after Cataclysm. We’ll see where Blizzard takes this guy.)
I’m not even certain I would come to the aid of an Alliance player being attacked by the Horde unless they asked.
I look around the cities at all the gnomes, dwarves, humans, draenei.
I see strangers.