As much as I would love to claim I wrote this for my poor neglected blog I did not.
I actually wrote it for the one on Warcraft. I did figure that there might be a few that do not follow my WoW blog that may want to see it, so I am double posting.
If you got both, sorry about that.
I was sitting this morning thinking about who I would consider my “main” warcraft character when this all occurred to me, so it will make more sense to someone who has played WoW or something similar. Anyhoo, here is my little ode to the much maligned banker alt.
Hope you like it.
One by one I stand and watch,
The favored characters leave.
They go to fight in far off lands,
That I’ll likely never see.
I might be sportin’ spiffy clothes,
I might be dressed in rags,
The only thing that counts to them,
Is what is in my bags.
I’d love to go there with them,
But they say they need me here.
To keep the home fires burning,
And help repair their gear.
With freshly purchased flasks and such,
I send them on their way.
To go and throw themselves against,
The raid boss of the day.
I may not get achievements,
They claim I never fight,
What about the cut-throat posts,
In the Auction House last night?
So here I sit in Ironforge,
Running to and fro,
I wonder what it’s like outside,
Man I’d like to go.
Then again my lot in life,
Is not to leave the town.
But to be the one who stays behind,
And never lets them down.
Fully geared and level capped,
They look down on me to much.
They think a real main character,
Should go save the world and such.
Well raiding characters come and go.
The same with “mains” for PvP.
The only constant in this gang,
Is the Banker, a’la ME.