So. After 12 years, I, for the first time, have cancelled my WoW Sub, simply because the game no longer feels fulfilling. Instead of WANTING to waste time playing it, I now simply feel like I am wasting my time playing it.
However I love this game, and to think that I’ve played it for longer than I’ve actually been alive is nothing short of crazy. I learned how to socialize with people. I learned how to type on a keyboard. I learned English. I’ve gained friends from different countries, some on the whole other side of the world on various continents.
Quitting WoW has been on my mind for a long time, but here we are.
The positives outweigh the negatives, even 10-12 years later.
I thought it’d be fun to have people share some wholesome stories from the past, be it from AD EU, or way before, when you did not RP yet.
Mine involves the now long dead server Bloodhoof-EU, when I was about 10 years old, and had recently started the game.
I used to play a Night Elf hunter, and often resided within Goldshire to duel people because it just was the best place to be. There was a very active community of people who used to PvP and do arenas and battlegrounds, which used to reject me both because I was young, and simply because I was just bad at the game.
Well.
These individuals would come to feel the wrath of a relentless MENACE to society, called Azyriel. A forsaken rogue with the title “Battlemaster”, and 250,000 Honorable Kills. She was decked out with ICC 25m HC gear, as well as Wrathful Gladiator’s items, to the point where she could single handedly 1v10 the entire Goldshire Community.
Not a day passed that she didn’t show up and completely mop the floor with everything that breathed, and had PvP on. It got so bad, that people genuinely paid for hunters to put Hunters Mark on her, and track her down out of stealth.
Couple of brave attempts of killing her, and not-so-couple-of-times after being killed by her later, I did the unthinkable.
I made a Horde character.
This was a big deal, because back then I used to see the Horde as the ‘baddies’.
Bravo-6, going dark.
I made upon that day my very first Rogue, as well as the alias that I would go under for the reminder of the 12 years I’d played the game, with the sole purpose of whispering Azyriel and asking her in my very broken English befitting a 10 year old;
“Why kil me?”
With some trial and error, I managed to convey that I was “Zengi” from the Alliance, and that I was only “12 years of age” (Because you weren’t allowed to have an account if you were under 12!), and that I could no longer afford my repair bills because I’ve died so many times!
I do not remember what exactly she said back, but I distinctly recall that upon that fabled day we signed a truce.
And from that day forth until Cataclysm, me and Azyriel would spend every moment we saw each other in-game doing /wave and /hi, as well as fishing in the Lake Wintergrasp mid-matches.
She’d never kill me, and told the other Hordies to spare me as well.
Granted my Alliance friends weren’t so fortunate, and meat was still on the menu in the form of them.
Then I moved out of Bloodhoof after it started to die sometime after Cataclysm launched. I never heard 'nor even remembered Azyriel, until I logged through some of my old toons on the server almost 9 years later, and saw that one of my level 6 warriors on Horde still had Azyriel on their friends list.
One armory search later, I was immediately reminded of all the good times, but also the sad fact that Azyriel had quit WoW during Cataclysm. I don’t think she even got to level 85, given she had heirlooms on.
And as unfortunate as it is, now even her Armory page has gone missing, officially making her M.I.A.
Thank you for reading!
