Warcraft Warrior

Not a lot of people know this but once upon a time, I was a hard-core Warcraft addict.

The serious kind. The kind of addict who thinks about warcraft every single moment she was awake. The kind of warcraft addict who dreams about warcraft, have nightmares about losing in warcraft, wake up thinking of warcraft.

It was ridiculous. But it was many eons ago and I thought, like many games my time, it would have either die off or evovled. Pacman, remember that one-slice-off circle going around a maze chomping down panadol? Now, Pacman's evolved and it can do butt-bounce, can deliver karate chops and the likes. Tell me about it. What happened to plain old maneuverability around a maze, eh?

Anyway, I was surprised when I found out that one of my nieces is a warcraft expert/addict. I went 'what? Didn't the game die off or something?' Apparently not. She watched some sort of warcraft trick and tips thing or she read a whole manual about playing warcraft and how to win the games effortlessly, so, she's darn good.

Her mother told me that it pained her to watch others play because she knew all the warcraft tricks as it was and as she watched others make mistakes, she just can't stop herself from going, 'NO NO NO!!! Don't do that!' Hehehehe....I guess it's only natural, huh?

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