I thought a campfire-like post may be refreshing in the midst of some apparent frustration as of late (not that it isn’t called for). Feel free to leave a memory and have a chat if you feel up to it. I apologize in advance for the long post, but by all means leave a novel of your own and share what you’ve got to say.
I played for an extremely short time back in vanilla. I was young, maybe 8-10 years old and spent a week at my grandmother’s house for Christmas. My cousins from out of state were also staying with her at the time and had just gotten into WoW, so they had shipped their computers to her house for the month they would be staying there.
I had another family member who was really into Everquest at the time and I spent quite a bit of time at his house screwing around making low level characters and never making it out of the starting area (as I’m sure you could imagine an 8-10 year old doing). He was also really into Starcraft and Warcraft II at the time and I remember him getting me my own copies for Christmas the year prior.
Seeing Warcraft in an Everquest-esque light made me absolutely giddy, and I begged my cousins to let me play for a bit. It was the first game I can ever remember staying up past midnight playing.
I made an Orc Warlock (believe I named him Muskles, yikes) and made it my life’s goal to get to level 8 (or whatever it was) and unlock the voidwalker before I had to go home.
I finally reached my goal and was proudly parading around Thunder Ridge doing some quests or something with my voidwalker when I was approached by another player, an Undead Priest. They kept following me and repeatedly challenging me to a duel. They were at least level 30 if I remember correctly, and I was terrible at typing and pretty much only knew how to move and click on the hotbar, so I avoided contact for a while.
Then, they pitched “50 silver?” in chat. I was now intrigued, and took the biggest bite of b8 you could imagine. I managed to type “If I win”, and they reassured me I would get it even if I lost. I of course could not see any way this could possibly go wrong and agreed to the duel. They let me throw a few shadowbolts at them before they mind controlled me, and walked me right off of the ridge where I died surrounded by thunder lizards. I would like to say that the fall did not kill me, but rather the horde of thunder lizards that were aggro’d shortly after my fall. My opponent /laugh’d in my general direction and I never saw them again.
This is not only my earliest WoW memory but also the first time I was ever trolled, so it was quite the monumental incident. The worst part is, I never got my 50 silver.
Cheers, and thanks for reading. Happy Holidays everybody.