I am writing a letter to you expressing my concern about your recent moving into my vault. Prior to 3.1, I had a nice little niche carved out in the depths of the Wintergrasp Fortress. Every week, I would open my doors to horde and alliance alike and provide an easy fight for all newcomers and alts alike, giving them a chance at gear that they would otherwise have to get through naxxramas runs. While I cannot speak for Kel’Thuzad and his cronies, I particularly enjoyed the relationship I had with my visitors.
But then you arrived, and all of a sudden their visits have been less frequent. For some reason, people like you more, and want to take a shot at your awesome ulduar loot. Unfortunately, you don’t play nice with them like I do, and like to overcharge your minions and blow people up, entire raids at a time. Your visitors, often consisting of a mix of scrubs and pros, get mad, and simply leave. And when they do go bye-bye, they don’t even bother saying hello to me.
The Dev Gods say that they want the content to be “accessible.” If anything, my prowess as a weekly host is the epitome of that accessibility and friendliness towards the casual crowd. But you, dear storm watcher, have sabotaged that accessibility. I used to hear the murmurs outside my walls, saying “lf1m anything then gtg.” But now all I hear are “lfm GOOD DPS MUST BE PRO PST WITH ACHIEVEMENT” and the like.
Now I’m not saying that you should simply get the hell out of my turf. Well, I am somewhat, but I don’t want you to leave outright either. Is there some way that you could, well, have your own vault, separate from my own, so that the alts and scrubs that want to finish off their tier sets can start their own groups separate from yours?
Or maybe, renovate the vault so people have to go through me first? I’m just asking, you know, since it’s practically the first time in the history of Azeroth that two bosses of two entirely different raid tiers were in the same room together.
I suppose I’m just overreacting. The recent lack of visitors has allowed me some beauty rest. That is, until one of your minions explodes, then it’s just ridiculous trying to get back to bed, hearing the incessant whining from the deceased raiders hopelessly trying to get you down. Because, in the end, many of them want to spend some time with me. Anyways, let me know what you think, perhaps we can discuss this over coffee.
See you later,
Archavon, the Stone Watcher