Yet Another Warlock Nerf

Hello glorious YAWN community!

I am yet another new blogger. Currently, my main is a Level 70 Human Warlock on the server Black Dragonflight (infamous for its delightfully crippled hardware). I’ve recently stepped out of the raiding scene due to a work-schedule conflict and am now flying solo, if you will. I spend most of my WoW hours PvPing, arenaing for minimum points, and preparing for the expansion.

I’ve played the Warlock class since my first day of WoW some three years ago; I am, and always will be, a loyal Warlock. The class has had its ups and downs, and I’ve held on tightly to my demonic roots. Other classes just do not entertain me as much; I like the complexity and varity that Warlocks provide. As a result, I am angry when trolls claim all Warlocks do is “DOT FEAR DOT FEAR.”

Anyway, when I’m not playing WoW and browsing WoW-related blogs and forums, I enjoy writing and rocking out to my collection of Rolling Stones music.

Finally, I have a treat for you all. Two years ago, back in high school, I wrote a little sestina as per a creative writing assignment. Essentially, I took a bunch of Warlock spells and talents and used them for the endwords of my poem. I had a case of writers block, and I needed this assignment done. However, I also needed to reach level 70. Bear in mind this is two years old and was a rushed piece:

THE INNER DEMON

Within all of us dwells a demon,
Whose contempt brings about all misery
Of victims harmed with malice.
The demon, teeming with corruption,
Takes umbrage in humanity’s ruin;
The demon is existence’s bane.

But why does life’s bane
Come from our demon?
What power within man causes ruin,
Chaos, and discontent in our misery?
Can we halt our creeping corruption?
Or shall we be defined by our malice?

But what if we prevent our spite and malice
From becoming our world’s bane?
Perhaps we can outlast corruption
Through salvation, in spite of our demon,
To dispel the shroud of misery,
Which suspends our looming ruin.

Fate determines our time of ruin,
And unleashes humanity’s malice,
Whose grasp inflicts misery
As the harbinger of our bane.
This evil frees our demon
And compels us to spread corruption.

Hatred nurtures the seed of corruption,
Which causes physical and mental ruin.
The seed will burst and release the demon,
Who exists only in malice.
It will be the bane
Of human kind, condemned to misery.

Yet, we ward off our misery
By resisting our inner call to corruption,
And save ourselves from the bane
Of the noble who live in ruin.
Nevertheless, we swell with ceaseless malice
And heed the call of the demon.

Ruin will be birthed in the malice of our demon,
Whose core is misery—the bane and corruption of the mortal soul.
And so the seed stirs.

My teacher loved it, but only one of my classmates could truly appreciate that one; he plays WoW too.

I’m looking forward to sharing my thoughts with all of you in the near future. Let’s make this one helluva good time.