It is the future. I’m living my life to the fullest, having enjoyed every second of my retirement. I sit back in my reclined high class series alpha PC red/black gaming chair custom designed with logos of previous works I once dedicated my life to. In my hand I swirl a cup of watered down Kubanskaya with slices of pineapple, honeydew melon, cantaloupe, ice, and a couple of grapes that I have yet to realize are not Seedless. I watch the world outside my 4K window, which is really not a window but a very good TV. My kids, now grown, suddenly enter the room, uneasy and a little confused and distraught. I ask what is wrong. My daughter steps forward with her custom Horde/Zerg inspired design inscribed on her tablet she got on her birthday, and turns it to show me a picture I had not seen in many long years. “Dad, what’s Warlords of Draenor?” she asks me. I gape. I drop my drink, but the cup does not shatter, as it was in one of my four plastic limited edition World of Warcraft cups I have treasured for many long years. My only failure. My only regret. Warlords of Draenor. The one thing I never thought I would have to explain. I thought the expansions that followed it would help people forget. My children stare at me expectantly. My spilled drink has attracted ants. My TV shut off. My daughter’s tablet’s screen timer has timed out and the screen is dark now. I sit back in my seat with a sigh, but the reinforced nylon base that is supposed to hold me up has had enough of my foolery, and it snaps, and I fall into my spilled drink. My grapes are not seedless.
“That’s when They introduced HD Blood Elves.”