For the past couple of years I been a nomad. Hopping from game to game, nothing ever felt right. You call it, I played it. No MMO has been left untouched, yet I always yearn for something that is no longer attainable.
The first year of World of Warcraft, hands-down, holds my fondest gaming memories. Back when getting to 60 was a huge feat and owning an epic mount gave you god-like status. Servers were like families and PvP was never far off.
The countless nights defending Tarren Mill and the Crossroads from the Alliance brings a tear to my eye. No the system was not perfect, but it involved every player, from the lowbie in Wailing Caverns greens to the seasoned pro fresh out of Onyxia's lair.
Stranglethorn was every players personal hell, yet deep in the back of your head, you loved every minute of it. The comfort of knowing that help was close by, you gained infamy with every kill.
Before battlegrounds, resilience and the removal of elite mobs in Azeroth, WoW revolutionized the genre and gaming as whole. Though Blizzard has stated numerous times they are not opening up a Pre-BC server, we can always look back and appreciate what we had.