So, from my previous blogs, I talked about my first MMORPG, Star Wars Galaxies. Some of my adventures, but to many to compile and remember.
So, as my last post, I logged into SWG, November 23, 2004 (I logged into my wow account just so I could see the exact date) shortly after work, and everyone in my guild is going nuts about World of Warcraft. Now, at this moment, no idea what this game was about. I was pretty sad, my whole guild basically was leaving SWG for a different game, a new world, a new everything. I am one who doesn’t like change, and this was change I did not like.
So everyone is talking, and telling me I need to come that our Rival Rebel guild was leaving too, and playing wow and we were following to keep the PVP going. So, I left, went to “DUN DUN DUN” Wal-Mart to buy a copy of this game. So, I get home, get installed only to be told “Server Queue time, estimated wait time +45 minutes, 800 + people before me waiting”.
I was pissed, my whole guild is in this game making their characters and talking about the game in VENT/TEAMSpeak, and I am stuck waiting. So, I got to SWG while waiting. Was the saddest thing ever, it was a ghost town. No one was on, out of my TONS of friends, not a single person was logged on, like the normal expectancy. I go to the main city, and deserted, I swear, I saw a tumble weed blow by. I knew that was the end.
So finally I get logged into the game. I am disappointed for a 2ndtime. I am creating my character. I bitch in voice, “Why do we have to be horde? Nothing is pretty, either I have ugly tusks, skin falling off or I am a Cow!” (Trust me; no woman wants to be called a cow) I was complaining the whole time. Character creation sucks, I have 10 already made faces, 10 shades of skin color (all of which are blue, green or puke. I have stupid hair styles. I can’t make her look unique, I felt like I was in a cookie shop being cut out of rolled out dough.
So finally I settle on a Troll Mage, with an ok face that didn’t look like she had major PMS issues. I still wasn’t happy, but I didn’t want to miss out on guild fun. So I log in, there is Garp, the guild leader, waiting for me to help me out. So we start questing. I am thinking, ok this isn’t so bad, never done a quest MMORPG before, this shouldn’t be to bad.
I will admit, I got hooked, but not in the way that “This game is awesome and the best thing I have ever played” It was like the hooked, its new, its different and seems to be ok fun.
After about a month playing WOW, I noticed my guild had changed. People were in a rush to lvl, and get to the end of the game and about loot and do this instance and that. I am slowly being left behind, because I am taking my time, playing the game, reading the quests and just learning about the game. Soon, I am 10+ lvls behind my guild. I get elite quests, them coming to help me is like pulling teeth. They don’t care, even Garp who I thought was my friend.
One time, we all went to Scarlet Monastery. Because it was our first instance to do, so it was fun. We get to the end, and the Staff Drops. So, I roll for it, and I won. I was half a lvl away from being able to use it. So what happens? One of the guild mates throws a fit and freaks out on me that I took it and can’t even use it. He didn’t care that I was so close to lvling. I think at that moment is when people stopped caring about me. I didn’t understand this Need before greed and rolling crap. They didn’t have it in SWG, it wasn’t heard of. So, I was crushed. My guild seemed to hate me, and everyone was just so rude to me. I am thinking, well I can give it to you “Its BOP!!!!!”
Noob Moment: “Well What the hell is BOP?”
I didn’t know, I was so new to this type of game, I was clueless, and instead of teaching me, and helping me learn they punished me for it. Ok, lets go run SM again, get another damn staff, to make this freaking cry baby that’s 10 years older them me happy. And we did, but he still was mad.
WoW was by far a good experience for me in the beginning. My friends who were nice, thoughtful and caring in SWG became greedy jerks who only cared for themselves, not for the guild as a whole.
So by lvl 50, and Christmas time, I desired to leave WoW (Wish I would have). I was unhappy; my guild hated me, but was nice to my face. I was not having fun. So I went back to SWG. Still dead, with no one around. Then my friend Souleater sends me a tell on SWG. He told me how he and his buddies (some I knew) had went to WoW as well, and I can come play with them. They would help me, and not let me be left behind.
So, I logged into WoW, told my guild a big F*&% You, and quit and went to a different sever (leaving my level 50 behind).
That’s when my adventure started on Durotan…. And the Red Thunder Clan.