An open letter to the fine creators of our game world:

Give me the power of my convictions, my choices, my perseverance. These things are not measured in damage done but the simple act of showing up despite a life that drags me away. When I was in pain I still came. When I went blind I still came. What I achieved wasn’t measured in tomes or iLvls. Keep your trinkets. All that ever mattered was the journey, the steps taken not the damage dealt. The true value of a person isn’t quantified by what toys they wear or wield but where they stand and who stands with them.

(cont'd)