I’m almost there. Level 60 is within reach, the promised land of endgame content, powerful loot, and… oh no.
I just realized I’ve spent all this time leveling and completely ignored literally everything else.
So now, before I hit max level and expose myself as an unprepared disaster, it’s time to panic and do all the chores I should have been doing all along.
First Aid: Because Healers Are Too Busy Saving Hunters from Fire
I’ve been carrying bandages around since level 10, but have I actually used them? Nope. Have I leveled First Aid past “barely functional”? Also nope. But now, as I get closer to dungeons, raids, and general chaos, I’ve realized something important:
Healers are too busy saving that one hunter standing in fire to care about my poor, squishy mage self. And since I have the survival instincts of a lemming, I should probably learn to slap a bandage on myself before I become floor décor.
Cooking: Because Conjured Food Isn’t Gourmet
Listen, my mage can summon bread and water, but let’s be honest… it’s basically cardboard. Meanwhile, there are people out there eating actual food—Tender Wolf Steaks, Nightfin Soup, meals that don’t taste like sadness.
So now, I’m running around Azeroth, collecting mystery meats, zesty clam meat, and giant eggs, desperately trying to cook like I didn’t ignore this profession for 50+ levels.
Alchemy: Because Potions = Life
As a mage, I have a mana addiction. And since my enemies rudely refuse to die instantly, I need to start chugging potions like my life depends on it (because it does). So, now I’m out here farming herbs, making flasks, and pretending I’ve been a responsible alchemist this whole time.
Other Chores I’m Scrambling to Finish:
✔ Weapon skills – Oh, cool, I found a high-level sword! Too bad I swing it like a wet noodle.
✔ Reputation grinding – Because apparently, some NPCs won’t even look at you unless you’re their best friend.
✔ Stockpiling gold – Because at level 60, everything is expensive, and I’m still recovering from buying my mechanostrider.
So here I am, racing against my own XP bar, desperately trying to look like a functional adult gnome before I officially hit level 60. Wish me luck—I’ll need it.