WARNING: CLASSIC WOW IS NOT A GAME—IT IS A LIFESTYLE, A SOUL-SHATTERING GRIND, AND A TEST OF HUMAN ENDURANCE
Classic WoW is not here to entertain you. It does not care about your “casual gaming schedule” or your “real-life responsibilities.” No, you are about to step into a world where progress is measured in weeks, death is a financial catastrophe, and every mob is an unholy abomination designed to obliterate your will to live.
You want to level? HA! That’s cute. Enjoy your 30-minute corpse run because you pulled one extra Defias bandit and triggered an entire civilization to descend upon you. You want to run a dungeon? Buckle up, because you’ll need four hours, a candlelit summoning ritual, and a summoning stone that works 10% of the time. Oh, and don’t even think about quitting—because someone WILL hunt you down IRL for abandoning the group in Sunken Temple.
And raiding? You sweet summer child. You will farm for weeks just to afford the potions needed to enter Molten Core. Your guild leader will be an unhinged megalomaniac demanding full attendance, full consumes, and your soul in exchange for a 1% chance at a loot drop that a rogue will ninja anyway.
Your repair bill will haunt your dreams. Your hearthstone will be set to Ironforge for eternity. Your tears will sustain you, because food costs too much gold. You will spend hours fighting for a mining node, only for some level 60 rogue to appear from the shadows and erase your existence in 0.2 seconds.
But if—IF—you make it, if you grind through the pain, the heartbreak, and the existential crisis that is Classic WoW, you will know true glory. You will stand in Stormwind or Orgrimmar, clad in your hard-earned epics, as peasants kneel before your sheer dominance.
Or you’ll just get ganked in Stranglethorn Vale. Forever.
Welcome to Classic WoW. Your suffering has only just begun.