Yes, it's true. WoW must have been spawned from hell. It's an overwhelming force of pure, malevolent evil. I made the mistake of giving my wife (cokeycyn) a boxed retail copy of World of Warcraft as one of her Christmas gifts. Little did I know that it would be one of the biggest mistakes of my holiday season. Only three short days later, both of us (yes, both) are walking zombies. We have had almost zero sleep over the past few days. Just today, we only found solace in sleep as the sky was turning pink with sunrise. Both of us are glassy eyed and sluggish. Out of nowhere, in the middle of the mall or during a Christmas party, my wife will spontaneously twitch, raise her arms and make soft "whooshing" noises as if summoning a fireball, and then go "Booom" with an eerie glint in her eyes. I, on the other hand, find myself looking at impolite Christmas shoppers or random passersby and wishing I had a militia warhammer in my hands and chain mail around my body. I can't even believe I'm holding my PowerBook and typing this instead of logging on to the game and hearing the sweet siren calls of the server. Authenticating. Handshaking. Connecting. We have been posssessed. We are beyond hope. We have succumbed. Save us.