I was watching this class panel from BlizzCon '05
And I started wondering what my favorite class was.
I think it’s Warlock, but I’m pretty keen on DK and DH.
But from the classic lineup, definitely Warlock. I played a lot of Rogue, too, though.
What about you?
Lock for sure, they give me the same feeling as putting on my favorite old pair of jeans, they just feel right.
Warlock.
Great damage, great self heals, and you come with a bodyguard.
Whats not to love.
Gnomes…/10char
All Gnomes are born Warlocks, so…
Mage for classic.
Rogue 2nd best.
Priest, druid, warlock.
Priest for shadow and the holy healer themes.
Druid simply for resto.
Warlock because warlocks are awesome.
shaman for healing. they just fit my vibe
mage for fantasy
Warrior. It’s more than just caving skulls and shattering spines. It is a lifestyle.
I am the Warrior.
When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King’s court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball.
I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.
I am the Warrior.
I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.
I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.
I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.
I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.
I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.
I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up…“Where, oh where, is the Warrior?”
Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.
Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.
And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.
I am the Warrior.
Death is my business.
Be it yours…or mine.
I have only ever main-healed as a druid treebuddy. What is the Resto Shaman experience like by comparison?
I like how green and colorful druid HoTs tend to be.
Paladin, no other class gives me the same happy feels of running down people trying to get away with hammers and fire from the heavens
Feels good being able to hit back people hitting me
Probably hunter at the moment (because explosions!). I tend to swap mains a lot though. Thinking prot warrior for DF.
I don’t have a ultimate favourite however, I do have a soft spot for warlocks. Probably because my old man used to main warlock back in the day.
Been playing hunters since original vanilla beta. I see no reason to change now 
Second fav is druid.
Then warlock. Then DK. Then monk. Then paladin. Then Shaman. Then warrior. Then mage. Then rogue. Then DH. Dead last is priest.
I like how basically you use water to heal. The totems are cool. They aoe’s are cool. Resto shammy is the best for aoe healing
warlock
very sturdy for a cloth class, blueberry tank is sweet, chaos bolt pew pew pew
Hunter. With the exception of my oldest hunter, all others I have are themed, meaning mech pets, fire pets, undead/skeletal pets, weird/creepy pets, cats only, wolves and dogs, farm pets etc.
After that monk then after that rogue. All others are here and there.
Priests are last, meh.
hunter, because i can get a kitty best friend
followed by ferlol, because i can BE a kitty best friend
Demon Hunter:
Paladin, because I liked buffing other players as a DPS. It’s all gone by this point. At least there are offheals.
My 2nd pally is night fae (for the mogs) and while the covenant ability mostly sucked, I did enjoy throwing it on the top DPS in comp stomp last week. I’m halping!