Reading Beru’s blog post recently made me think of my own roller coaster of emotions. In fact, it convinced me to put in writing what I’ve been feeling, particularly over the last few years. I’ve been playing WoW since vanilla. Early on it began with a small group of RL friends, inc. NavimieDruid. Now we did our little thing of questing together and dungeons. There were four of us at the time so we used to 4P a lot of things (I still refuse to use 4M btw since so many females play WoW too). When we joined our first Guild, we began to learn about the lore in Warcraft and about PVP among other things. Looking back we were so noobish but everyone needs a starting point right?
WoW was not my first computer game. My first experience was a game called Quest for Glory V: Dragon Fire, a free game that came with some PC magazine. Not long after that, I tried the demo disc for ‘Diablo II’ which I played until I couldn’t progress any further, even playing the demo twice. This kind of play intrigued me enough to splurge out and buy the Diablo Battle Chest. Unfortunately, this was before I knew how to connect to the internet to play online as I only bought my first computer in 1998; so online gaming was very foreign to me – but that’s another story.
So back to our first Guild, it wasn’t too long before we started pugging and getting to know other people from other Guilds. Around this time, I met a Tauren Druid named Hugadarn who at the time had the coolest wolf mount. You see, I didn’t know you could do the rep grind for other racial mounts. I pretty much immediately began my rep grind with Org as I was determined to get a wolf mount like his; albeit a different colour. To my surprise, Hugadarn helped me farm a lot of the runecloth needed for this. He would pass this cloth onto Navi who was supposed to pass it on to me – even though she mistakenly thought it was to level up her tailoring – whoops!
Before I knew who Hugadarn was though, I remember going to PVP and noticing that this certain Druid would always have me targeted and facing my direction. At the time I thought it was a little creepy because everywhere I looked he seemed to be always watching me and healing me. It was only later that he told me that he usually followed a DPS’er around to keep them healed and it seemed “you needed the help” :S
Over the years our friendship has grown to the point where we’ve been serious enough to warrant a RL meeting. He recently paid me a visit for a 10-day trip and I was able to show him a lot of the things I have been talking about over the years – mostly food ;P. This was not a light decision either as the trip was from The States to Australia.
We’ve done the same Guild thing several times now. It started off on Khadgar through a couple of other people’s Guilds eventually resulting in our own Guild. We do most things together, inc making pairs with our toons; usually the same race and names that play off each other – Softnsweet and Roughnwild as an example. Don’t ask!
When we needed a change we departed our usual realm for a bit and made a Priest/Pali combo for a much-needed change. Even recreating our Guild on that server. In April 2010, we decided to do a server transfer to Dath since the only reason I stayed on Khadgar for so long was for one person. When we were looking at realms I said I wanted to try an Oceanic server and I knew friends on Dath so we completed our transfers for a much needed fresh start. The first night they raided upon joining, Cool (aka Huga) couldn’t make the raid because of classes. He kept telling me I should go without him and the truth of the matter is we like doing everything together. Whether it’s raiding, levelling, or silly screenshots (granted they are mostly my idea).
Even now in writing this journal entry my eyes are watering just thinking about this. I kept telling him I didn’t want to raid without him but he kept insisting and convinced me in the end to go. They were raiding ICC25 at the time and I was so upset by the time he logged out I could hardly talk. So I went to the raid and logged into vent. I heard a lot of Hi‘s in vent and I just typed out Hi in raid chat since I didn’t want them to hear me crying. Navi pst’ed They’re waiting for you to say Hi. So I tried to say that one word as normally as I could. Hopefully, they couldn’t tell. By the end of the raid I managed to walk out with a necklace I had been wanting but never managed to get before. It felt bittersweet. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for getting some loot when my partner-in-crime couldn’t make the raids.
I will say that we’ve had some really bad arguments in the past and I will say that if there’s no synergy btwn us then I just don’t want to get on the game. I’m content with finding things to do when he’s not on (time zones suck) like farm, do achievements, work on my professions and lately creating more costumes just for fun. But when there’s been a huge ‘game-breaking’ fight (usually WoW or Guild related) the main reason that I love to play is gone so I don’t feel the urge to get on; even the simplest things like farming, etc. feel so much more mundane.
I know this is a game and RL comes first but I think Beru summed it up when she said it’s the connections in the game – the people – that make it worthwhile. I’ve been lucky enough to befriend many individuals in this game over seven years. A lot I’m sad to say no longer play; however, we manage to keep in touch from time to time via other means. Hooray for social media ;P
So thanks Beru for giving me the confidence to share this with you all, Navimie for encouraging me to enter the Blog Azeroth Thanksgiving Event for 2011 but most of all a BIG THANKS to Coolidge for being you. <3