…and Sometimes We Make Meatloaf

So as I’ve mentioned before, I have a roomate who is not a WoW person. She does not even have a computer, if you can believe that.

So every now and then when she wanders into the computer room I try to explain to her the appeal of WoW. Not that I’m trying to get her to play, but just to understand why I play.

I try to explain to her the beauty and fun and satisfaction to be had in raiding. Completing complex encounters that require 25 people — all across the globe — but all working together to overcome a common foe. Each of us is relying on the others not to make a single mistake. Relying on the tanks to hold aggro and move the boss as needed. Relying on the healers to keep us alive. Relying on the other dps to avoid obstacles, switch targets, and have prepared enough to unleash bloody hell on the boss.

I also explain the awesome foes that we’re up against. Undead liches bent on world domination, the Four Horsemen, mighty dragons that tower over us.

So the other day she wanders into the computer room for something and asks, “What’re you doing? What’s that white thing?”

Me: “I’m picking mushrooms.”

Her: “Why?”

Me: “I need them to make mushroom infused meatloaf. I already have the meat, and the meatloaf pan. I have to deliver the meatloaf to this guy down the street.”

Her: “….”

Me: (suddenly realizing what I’m saying) “Uh…. it’s complicated.”

So that didn’t help the whole epic battles image of WoW any. God I hate cooking.