Earlier today, I was told I had no soul. By a nun. A dying nun.

Thinking that to be true (after all, that's a pretty damning source), I was all ready to forfeit my earthly corpus to Baal in exchange for demonic powers, up until I came across this story in the Orange County Register. After reading it, my heart grew three sizes and burst from its antiquated metal x-ray scanner, and I immediately phoned my local priest. Next week, I start my new life as a street prophet!

Why this Saul-ian change of character? Blizzard Entertainment has proven themselves to not only wield the epitome of addictive, clever game design, but with their latest action, they've proven that they have hearts bigger than all of Orgrimmar.

Ezra Chatterton is a 10-year-old boy with the unfortunate luck to have contracted metastatic cancer. The prognosis for the lad isn't very good, and in all reality, he doesn't have much time left. The Make-A-Wish Foundation, in association with everything good and right in the world, contacted Blizzard on behalf of young Mr. Chatterton, and the boys of Blizzard jumped on the chance to help a fan.

Ezra and his father were taken to Blizz HQ in a black limo, where he toured the facility, before spending time with WoW's head of design, Jeff Kaplan. Jeff used his magical uber-GM powers to make any wish of Ezra's virtually come true in the land of Azeroth, including widespread genocide, the creation of one-of-a-kind items and recording custom audio of Ezra's voice for creatures designed by the boy.

I know a lot of you don't see the appeal in World of Warcraft, but you certainly have to admit, the people behind it are a damn fine bunch of human beings.