Your Mom Is A Blood Death Knight

I hope you bought her flowers.

I hope you bought her flowers.

Some things are just a given.  For example, in the animal kingdom, most of us know that it would be twelve shades of stupid to get between a mother and its spawn.  Sure that little bear cub wandering around the camp ground looks cute, but if Mama catches you anywhere near that cub you won’t have to “play” dead.

The only way out of the tent is through the bear's butt after it eats you and poops you out.

The only way out of the tent is through the bear’s butt after it eats you and poops you out.

Human mothers are less, uh, savage, but still very protective of their children.  They protect their kids from strangers, the evils on television, and even their father after Junior decided it would be a great idea to scribble all over the walls in permanent marker.  I think we’ve all been there – we do something stupid and Mom is there to protect us, make us feel safe, tell us it’s going to be okay and to just ignore your Father’s shouting and Oh Bill stop it you’re over reacting we were going to repaper the walls anyway he didn’t know any better he’s been eating the paste again.

Uh, we’ve all been there… right?  Right?

*tap tap* Is this thing on?

Bringing this around to World of Warcraft and Death Knights, your Mom protected you.  Kept you safe.  Just like a tank in World of Warcraft. Your Mom tanked your Dad, and all the other things in the World.  Tanked them just like a Blood Death Knight.

You might be thinking that this was a bit of a stretch, some pandering for the Mother’s Day holiday.  To that I say shut up and go thank your Mother for bringing you into the World in the first place.  And if you’re reading this and you’re a Mom… ‘sup.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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About Donny Rokk

Gamer. Writer. Lover. Fighter. Defying stereotypes, one nerdgasm at a time.

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