Finish the sentence…
Back in my day we had to walk to the instance. In 4 feet of snow. Uphill. Both ways.
Back in my day we listened to Hanson and we liked it.
I had to walk slow listening to music or songs would skip.
You had to level up each weapon type individually for hours or you couldnt hit things. A new weapon drop could mean hours of smacking low level mobs until you skilled up enough to stop whiffing hits.
Did Somebody Order a Knuckle Sandwhich? is one of my most prideful achievements.
People laughed more.
Back in my day, it was Friday.
in my day everything was a hunter weapon and you had to like it
No one had a mount.
Back in my day… when someone new would wander accidentally into the nightmare dragon hidden groves, we’d say in general chat, “Every time someone pokes a world dragon, God turns a dead kitten into a zombie kitten.”
Back in my day, all the Forsaken were boney. Now they can be all fresh and stuff!
Chuck E. Cheese was Showbiz Pizza, arcades were a thing, and video games cost 25 cents a play!
I miss pinball…
My mother would tell me “Go outside, come home when the streetlights turn on!”
Rpgs had one currancy gold. Simple effective and useful. Not 100s of currancies.
Center cut pork chops were a dollar a pound!
We had to hand draw our Zork maps.
You had to walk until level 40, and if you could afford a mount, you felt amazing. Most people couldn’t afford a mount at level 60 since gold was so hard to come by and they were so expensive!
Also, if you wanted to ride another race’s mount, you had to be exalted with their faction to purchase and ride it.
Taurens couldn’t ride horses, with the exception of Rivendare’s Deathcharger iirc.
…this videogame was made for 90% of the userbase
We had 28k-56k modems to connect to Internet and it sounded like a lullaby to my ears…