Just a little drabble I wrote while I was playing WoW. It started with the question "What would happen if a WoW character came to earth?"

It’s difficult being a Draenei.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Kiste, and I am a Draenei. If you’ve played World of Warcraft you know what a Dranei is, although you may wonder what I am doing in your world. If you haven’t picture a person with blue skin, horns on their head, goat hooves instead of feet, a tail, and standing about 7’6.

Pretty much the church description of the devil, except for the colour. Even in the most accepting country in the world (Canada) this is the first difficulty I encountered. Lost, not understanding this strange world full of gnomish looking machinery (except that it almost all works), people ran away from me. For a while at least, then an angry mob chased me carrying a cross. How I ran.

Even now some view me as a demon, others label me alien, some want to worship me. I am most at home amongst those who know what I truly am, and even among this group, these players of a game, many treat me as a deity. I am a person, different from you in form only. Accept me that way.
ӬHowever you feel on meeting me, pause and think of how I feel. I am torn from my world, torn to never be in the presence of my gods. Alone. Surrounded.

And how to make my way in a world where money is but paper, where my skills are hardly needed.

I thought to mine metals and make weapons and armour for sale, but where metals are, I am not allowed to mine them, being told they already belong to someone. And the market for swords and plate mail armour is small, and usually broke.

I thought to find work as a warrior for good, but either I subsume myself under the authority of others, and learn to fight in their way, carrying guns, I am not allowed to. Why once I faced off some criminals, threatening them only, with my axe, and what happens? They are left to roam the streets, preying on others, while I am put into the stockades and forced to “pay society for my crimes.” What crime? At least they returned my possessions, but told me not to carry them around.

At least I do not have to deal with the Horde, no undead, no tauren, no orks or trolls, except in a thing called movies, which I am told are make-believe. Odd, why would anyone want to pretend that such exist?

Human doors have long been my bane, but at least back in Azeroth I could stay in dwarvish areas. Here there are no dwarves, and even past the doorway, the ceilings are too low for comfort.