Delusional bear is … delusional.
My boyfriend is not the most stable druid I have ever met. As often as he teases me about drinking the “shaman water,” the truth is that he is the one who suffers from delusions. Foremost among them is the idea (which he absolutely believes) that he is not a Hordeling at all, but rather a Night Elf druid who has somehow mastered the art of “Tauren form.”
… and yet, for someone who is supposedly “infiltrating” the Horde (/air quotes) he has made no secret whatsoever of where his true allegiance lies.
He openly praises Elune.
He begins every new boss-fight with a heartfelt “For the Alliance!”
He steadfastly refuses to raise a paw against any Alliance adventurers he encounters out and about in the world, except in self defense (or, to his credit, my defense).
He even /cheered when we wiped suffered a temporary setback in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and were forced to watch Thrall fall in a blaze of Orcish glory after forgetting the Number #1 rule of raiding: don’t stand in The Bad®. (Thrall tried to tank Azgalor in a Rain of Fire after our warrior died to an unfortunate silence. Smart Warchief is … not so smart. >.>)
I love my pet tank — in no small part because he doubles as a furry bear rug on those cold, Northrend nights.
But there’s no denying it: he’s kind of crazy.
So, really, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me — when we decided to roll a pair of super-secret Alliance alts on a far-flung server — that he decided to play a Draenei shaman who … (wait for it) doesn’t believe he’s a Draenei shaman.
Oh, no. “Kiirk” thinks he’s the captain of a spaceship. He speaks in broken monologues. And he can’t figure out exactly why this lavendar-skinned, purple-haired Vulcan is following him around with a perpetually concerned look on her face, occasionally transforming into a long-eared shelat to protect him from mobs aliens when he becomes too preoccupied with his totems crew to cast a lightning bolt arm a phaser in his own defense.
… It’s going to be an interesting 80 levels …