Maelstrom Expansion

For over ten millennium I have waited, growing in power, massing an army. I have witnessed the birth of mortals, the rise and fall of nations, and the death of Gods. I have sent emissaries to the surface, only to be betrayed in favour of one who caused my downfall. But it matters not. My people are wreaking havoc on the world, creating destruction wherever they go. Our power is greater than anyone could imagine. Soon, I will have my revenge. I will see this entire world sink beneath the water's of the Maelstrom! My dream will be realised and the world will be cleansed of lesser beings! And I will rise as Queen, ruler of the world! The time of the Naga has arrived!

Queen Azshara, World of Warcraft: Rise of the Naga opening cinematic.

Opening event: Rhonin is kidnapped by the Naga at Azshara's orders, while battalions of Naga attack coastal towns/cities at random. Players are able to pick up daily quests to kill the attacking Naga, and also one which involves finding Rhonin. The quest to save Rhonin will require us to kill (named) Naga commanders in specified locations and loot an item from each of them. When all items have been collected, we combine them to form "Encrypted Orders" or some such, and then need to find someone who can decrypt and translate them for us. We read the orders and receive the next part of the quest, which sends us into a raid instance (probably a new one, a preview of the start of one of the release instances) where we need to kill a boss in order to free Rhonin. We then have to escape via teleportation. Rhonin rewards us, and the way into the Maelstrom is revealed.

Yeah, I want to be fighting Queen Azshara in the Maelstrom come 4.3 :)

The Life, Universe, and Everything!

I've been thinking about making this post for a while now, but never really been able to put my thoughts into words. But I'm going to try, and hopefully, succeed.

. So what does it all mean? Why am I hear? What's the purpose of my life? The Ultimate Question. Who has never, in their life, thought about it? Well maybe the answer is not as elusive as it seems. Maybe, I have it figured out.
. A lot of people think we're born with a purpose, we're destined to do something specific with our lives. But I think this is wrong. I think we're simply born, no purpose, no destiny, just the miracle of life. If we were born with a purpose, nothing would simply happen, everything would be an orchestration, a facade of freedom. Our entire life, we'd be a puppet, some higher being or purpose guiding our entire lives. But we can think independently, we're able to question what we do, and why. Which would make it rather hard to control us if we chose to fight our destiny.
. Some people think we all share a purpose. But what would happen to society if we did? If everyone's purpose was to, say, wage war. Everyone would simply be killing each other, society would cease to exist, and eventually, so would humanity. Human's as a whole cannot function without diversity. No society can. Even Ants, one of the most mindless creatures on the planet have soldiers and workers.
. I believe we all create our own purpose for living. We simply live until we find something to make our passion. Be it a career, family, knowledge, or simply enjoying one's self. People devote their entire life to finding meaning in it, without ever realising it's become their purpose. Some people may never realise what their purpose has become, or even create one. But lucky people do. They find something, and make it their passion, their life's work, their legacy. I haven't found mine yet, but hopefully, I will one day.

Yeah, I watched Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy a few days ago, for those wondering about the title. And yes, I have far too much time to think. Far, far too much time.

Again, random.

All said and done, my birthday was fun. Everything worked out how it was meant to, which is good. The house is now empty, I can hear myself think, and I'm going to make a coffee so I don't fall asleep.

I want to clear EoE sometime this week too, I'm sick of not having my Champion of the Frozen Wastes title. After that, I'm going to start trying to get my Red Proto-Drake.

Random - Birthday

Phone rang, which means no internet, so I'm writing this before finding something to do. It's my birthday tomorrow, yay. Which almost means it's the end of my second year of WoW. Seriously, two years, and only one character above 60. Disgusting, I know. But anyway, if all goes as planned I wont be online from sometime tonight until sometime Sunday. Looking like I'll be online tonight however. The joys of indecisive people, right? Anyway, I could go into a huge rant about it, or leave it. I'm going to leave it, and enjoy my last day as a Teen. I'll be twenty tomorrow, scary.

The disappointment of being told yes at first, then no later, far outweighs that of being told no to begin with.

"First!"

So I decided I'd write this when I got home from work, before I checked who was on MSN, logged onto WoW, or anything else. But I didn't. I've procrastinated for the last six hours, and really, I still am. I have my TV on, WoWinsider open, as well as MSN and WoW. But I'm ignoring them all, kind of. I'm ignoring them enough to be writing right now.

I was thinking about a conversation I had last night. I said I don't blog anymore because there's always so little to talk about, and whenever I read it, it just felt boring, like the same depressing entries were being posted every couple of weeks. I've thought about it, and I think I'm wrong. It's because I'm embarrassed at how boring I feel my life is. Which is ridiculous.

On a day to day basis I may not do much, but who does? I go to work more or less five days a week, which leave two days to do anything else. In that time I socialise, sometimes online, sometimes with friends, sometimes with my girlfriend. Not to mention spending time with my family, or those weekends where I simply sit around doing nothing at all. That's my regular routine, fairly normal really. It's the stuff that's not regular, that I only get to talk about a few times a year that's not "boring", the weekends away, where I have a few days off and spend the whole time in whatever city has something happening. The kind where you sleep where you can afford, do what you can afford, fly home and ask for a few dollars so you can buy breakfast. Those are the times I can write about without feeling boring. How many people can honestly say they've decided to go on a trip, and left a few days later? That's me. With some money in the bank, and a few days up my sleeve, I'll simply go do something. And I love it. I love the impulsiveness of it. I love being able to meet people, see things (the sun rising while above the clouds), do things (walking around Melbourne for an hour, lost, at one in the morning) I'd never be able to otherwise. It's just so unpredictable, and that's what I crave. That's me, the expected is boring, the unexpected excite's me.