Ah, you young whippersnappers and your “fresh” Classic WoW.
Back in my day, when we were trudging uphill both ways through Duskwood with a torch in one hand and a staff in the other, guilds actually talked to each other. None of this quiet-as-a-graveyard nonsense where everyone’s off in their own little bubble, pretending guild chat’s a decorative feature. We grouped up for quests, for dungeons, for moral support when Hogger inevitably clobbered us into oblivion.
Now? I’ve been hollering in guild chat for four days straight, asking if anyone wants to run Deadmines. What do I get? “Check the dungeon finder,” they say. Dungeon finder? What’s next, a quest bot to play the game for me? Then there’s the classic “can’t right now” or the ever-popular “done it already, sorry.” Great teamwork, folks. Gold star for effort.
And don’t even get me started on layering. Oh, layering, my old nemesis. I always seem to get stuck in the busiest one. You know the type: quest zones picked cleaner than a Thanksgiving turkey, with ten players standing around like vultures, waiting to tag the first mob that dares respawn. So, like a good sport, I offer to group up. Even promise to stick around to help everyone finish their quests. You’d think I was asking them to hand over their firstborns! Two groups, that’s all I’ve managed to join in one week. Two!
And for the love of all that is sacred in Azeroth, what in tarnation is “spellcleave”? Back in my day, we just called it AOE! Now it’s “MEGA XP GAINS” this, and “LF PUMPER” that. Sounds like some newfangled gaming mumbo jumbo if you ask me.
Honestly, kids, if this is “fresh,” I think I’ll stick to being STALE.