My husband and I occasionally have dates nights where we drink Gin & Tonics and play World of Warcraft (Yeah, I know one of these things is not like the other.) What can I say? We may be nerds, but we’re classy about it.
Anyway, WOW is actually a heck of a lot of fun. And let’s face it; these days playing WOW is pretty mild in nerdom. I’m mean it’s not like we are LARP-ing (Live Action Role Playing) those guys are hard core. Although, we did attend a murder mystery dinner that involved us dressing up and playing as our assigned characters, but that’s completely normal.
I digress. Scott and I were playing WOW and when you get to a certain level you can fight random dudes to get experience, but also mega loot. So here we are roaming around, and Scott says:
“Oh! Let’s go fight the bull. We can get cool shit.”
So I run with Scott up to this bull who happens to be sitting under a tree surrounded by flowers and the bull’s name is Ferdinand! I was all,
“Dude, that’s Ferdinand the Bull.”
“Yeah…his name is Ferdinand.”
“No dude, it’s from a children’s book called The Story of Ferdinand. He’s a bull that doesn’t want to fight. He just wants to sit under a tree and smell the flowers.”
“Oh! Well, that’s interesting… Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“To kill the bull.”
“What!?! I can’t kill Ferdinand the pacifist bull. Are you crazy?”
“But you get loot. That’s why he’s here.”
“This is a moral dilemma.”
“What is? Killing a bull in a fantasy game?”
“No… Well… Yes. But I think I’m more befuddled as to whether I should send Blizzard a letter of appreciation, applauding the genius of designing a bull to sit under a tree with flowers named Ferdinand. Or if I should be writing a rage quit letter about destroying people’s childhoods, by making a target of Ferdinand the flower-smelling bull.”
“I also feel that I should write a tersely worded e-mail to your mother and all of your elementary school teachers for not having read you The Story of Ferdinand. I mean seriously. You were about to charge in and kill this bull without getting the simultaneous horror and comedy of it.
Blank stare. I think it was at this moment my husband became slightly less than enthused about my reading addiction. To my ever-lasting shame we did slay Ferdinand, but he popped right back up under his tree. Because, ya know, it’s a fantasy game and re-spawning is a thing, which I guess made it slightly less terrible.
I did finally decide to applaud Blizzard for this little literary nod because it was pretty nifty to see such a cleverly placed reference that book lovers can secretly relish. Even if it is in a fantasy world where I’m running around as a gnome sorceress with a mean frost bolt.