Melt faces!

That is the command I have heard for the last few days while playing Slainte. It, of course, comes from Tenryuu, who is convinced somehow that I will share his and his wife’s passion for PvP.

“Sure, sure, Ten,” I’d say to him with no intention of ever entering a battleground. You see, I’m one who panics when players are running at me. You’d think after purposely pulling as many mobs as possible in PvE with my warlock that PvP would be a non-issue. In fact, with a lock, I should be good at PvP, but I’m not. In fact, I rarely took my lock to any battlegrounds. I’ve just never liked PvP.

That is until now. Yesterday, as I was finishing up some quests in Arathi, I noticed a lone exclamation point behind Hammerfall. Oh look, it’s a PvP quest. For reasons still unknown to me, I found myself queuing for Arathi Basin. After a few rounds, I went back to questing. It was fun, but at level forty-four, I was still getting my face handed to me.

Today, though, was a different story. I was supposed to be making my way over to the Hinterlands to jam Nimboya’s Pike into the ground to send a message, but every time I made it across the border, it was time to enter the battlegrounds. I couldn’t walk away even if the Horde wasn’t doing well. I couldn’t stop running for the lumber mill, the farm, or the gold mine. Something just called to me.

So there I sat for hours in Arathi Basin giggling. My husband constantly was pulling off his headphones asking me if I was talking to him. “No, dear, I’m laughing at these Alliance trying to kill me.” I think he’s even stunned to see me PvPing. All I know is I can’t wait for Alterac Valley!