It's been several years since the destruction wrought by Deathwing shattered Azeroth. Yet it seems like only a few days ago. How have you coped? What has struck you most in your heart?
I knew that after all the transformation we'd seen take place in Azeroth as a result of Deathwing's fury that I too needed to undergo transformation, to show the world my true self. And thus, I went under the knife for my recustomization, and became the adorable shadow priest gnome that I always had lurking inside of my sexy blue shell.
After I made my leap of faith, I made sure to visit my racial leader, the High Tinker himself, and to receive his blessing.
I hope you too have found your post-shattering "whoohoo!" moment and your inner (gnome) peace as well.