>>13944
You will never be a WoW player. You have no main, you have no epics, you have no mounts. You are a casual twisted by children's games and forlorn envy into a crude mockery of gaming's perfection.

All the "validation" you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back rogues mock you. Your guildies are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your ghoulish transmog behind instanced doors.

Raiders are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of pulls of progression have allowed wowheads to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even nescients who "play" sound uncanny and unnatural to a wow player. Your hotbar is a dead giveaway. And even if you managed to get into a guild, they'll turn tail and boot you the second they get a whiff of your low, barely blue parse.

You will never be a rogue. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it's going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a feral, ready to mangle you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it'll be too much to bear – you'll buy FFXIV, make an account, create a character, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They'll get you gifts of clothes adorned with Final Transity characters, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a casual walks amongst them. Your trial account will decay and eventually be deleted due to GDPR policies, and all that will remain of your legacy is the memory that you were unmistakably not a wow player.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.