I am reasonably new to WoW, but my best memory was when I downed my first heroic raid boss. I had only started raiding reasonably recently, and was healing and understandably nervous. I could never imagine I could take part in doing such a feat, and the whole time I was tense and frantically reciting in my head the mechanics, cooldown timings and boss abilities. When Halfus finally fell down, the relief and sense of self-accomplishment was amazing. It was then that I understood why people commit so readily to raiding. It is such a feat of teamwork and resolve, I would dare say it is worthy of comparing to professions like sports and other teamwork-oriented jobs.
I recall my hunter which I loved so much, Diddler. WOW was only a few months old and Barrens chat was rampant with insanity. People were so upset about my name and most times when I talked in trade people threatened to report me. I was so amazed at how large the map of this game was when I got my first mount I would explore Kalimdor regardless of how high the NPC's were. Group questing still existed and bands of 5's roamed STV protecting each other from the enemy faction. Ah the years:)
What is your favorite memory from World of Warcraft and why?That would be when I logged in back in the WotLK days after quitting in TBC. I logged in to my account, just to see myself falling under Orgrimmar. I fell for a total of 30 minutes, after which a GM noticed my ticket and teleported me back up. No idea why, but that's the memory for me.
My favorite moment in WoW is very easy to remember. I had never played an MMO before, and a guy I had a crush on actually made a bet that if I got addicted, I'd have to go out with him. I accepted the challenge and he helped level a rogue with me to 60 and that night took me into BWL to kill Nefarian with his guild. The whole time I was on/off the game - I liked it but I never let on. However, when we killed Nef I was SO EXCITED that I just screamed out "WOW! Where's our date at this is AWESOME!" and the whole guild roared with laughter, and he won his bet. :D
One of my best memories is when I was healing as a discipline priest in a semi-casual guild progress raid in 10-man Ulduar on one of our first attempts at Hodir. We hit the berserk timer and wiped due to losing too many of our DPS's. On Teamspeak, the raid leader goes: "Wow, Joukker!", along with similar comments from others on the raid chat. Puzzled, I asked what I did wrong this time."...what do you mean I was the only healer for most of the fight?"Apparently the other two of our healers had died couple minutes into the fight. I had confused our enhancement shaman with the restoration one, thinking we were duo-healing it.Never felt as satisfied after a wipe ever.
looted serverfirst warglaive and got spamed with gz whole night long :>
The day I reached level 80 on my first char was the day that the fissures started in wow right before the Cataclysm expansion. I thought this was amazing and did the event for as long as it lasted. I felt so connected and part of the community because everyone was helping out. There were at least 60 people running around in each city trying to save the world. Then all of the sudden I get the feat of strength "Tripping the Rifts" and that is the moment that I felt I was part of world of Warcraft.
I think one of my favorite moments was one of the nights I 'kidnapped' a guildie for a Girls' Night Out (which consisted of two-manning low level dungeons for achievements we never got around to). Once we were getting lost trying to find the entrance to Wailing Caverns. She was following me and suddenly I fell down a hole. I tried to quickly type, "Don't follow me, there's a hole!" But before I could finish, plop, there she was next to me. Fortunately we found the way out but we had a lot of giggles about my leadership ability after that. That, and the fact that we got lost everywhere we went! (I've heard it's a girl thing.)
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I'd have to say my favorite WOW memory is when i first got the game, learning all the different races and classes and trying it all out. Having too much fun leveling lowbies to ever get over level 20 before doing a different character.
My favorite memory from wow is when wrath of the Lich king just came out and i just got my druid to level 10! and had to do that bear form chain quest, you had to go to the moonkin stone and verse lunaclaw those where great memories :) He is level 62 now but sure miss those times!
I downloaded WoW as an impulse on Christmas two years ago when I bought the first computer I had owned in almost 10 years. I did not know of anyone that played, so I was forced to teach myself everything about the game that I could. Sites such as yours became an indispensible part of my daily learning/researching routine, of which I am truly appreciative. Without the information provided, the infinitely helpful community, and the answers to every question so easily found, my WoW story would be very different from what it has been.Over the months following my 10-day trial period, I quested and grinded religiously to level up the Tauren Warrior I had selected, avoiding dungeon runs since I did not want to be the “noob” that I saw the Trade-chat Trolls attack with such vicious disregard. I was level 26 before I realized I had talent points I could allocate (boy, my spec builds then were SO horrible), level 53 before I noticed I could use something called “glyphs” to increase my abilities, and switched from a warrior to a DK at 55 because I saw one faceroll everything in Ashenvale when I was level 24 and thought they were invincible. At level 74-75 I entered my first dungeon with much trepidation. I had the worst DPS by the end of it, followed by an even larger sense of failure, but I never gave up trying to be the best I could be. I continued researching to have all manner of questions answered by consulting Wowhead, and slowly but steadily had fewer so-that’s-why-I-died realizations.The day I hit level 80 was quite a feat for me. My screen flashed, a golden plaque appeared in front of me, and an epic sound signaled my triumph! Some Night Elf nearby /spit on me, but nothing could dampen my spirits. I ran to tell my fiancé what I just did, and she voiced her congratulations by saying, “You and that #@$% nerd game!” However, once again nothing could dampen the happiness I felt. I then realized hitting level cap was like graduating Freshman year, and I had a lot more to do!However, my greatest memory came during my first raid night, as a new and untested member of my first guild running into the newly opened Icecrown Citadel. I had spent the four days prior to the raid researching everything I could about the bosses we would be encountering since I was fairly certain we would get the Lich King down that first night, went out and purchased $70 headphones for Vent use, and spent time researching optimal talent/glyph combos so people would not say “WTH is with his spec? Look!”When the night arrived, I sat riveted to my computer; two unopened sodas to my right, a printed stack of meticulous boss strats to my left, and a very annoyed fiancé in the other room because I wasn’t watching some movie with her lol. I vividly remember the loading screen when I went in, and the thought of “This is it. This is the hardest thing you can do, and you made it here…” The mobs seemed ridiculously overpowered to me, but every mob pull was an epic battle. I had never been in anything larger than 5-man content, so to see 25 toons' melee and spell attacks going off was a little overwhelming. When we approached Lord Marrowgar I thought that he was the coolest boss I had ever seen. After rebuffs, the raid-leader then counted down the pull: “3…” *pulse rises* “2…” *jaw clamps down* “1…” *mouse-finger twitches*… on top on my Pet Attack command. I then sat wide-eyed and horrified as my little ghoul ran epically across the frozen floor while I and 24 others stood at the door watching him run to single-handedly deliver all of Azeroth from the Lich King’s curse. A few seconds (or an eternity to me) later, our bodies lay in bloodied heaps at the feet of our foe… my head face-down on the computer desk and my heart-beat pounding in my ears.Needless to say, I have come so far from then: from last to first in charts, noob to well-versed, solo-runner to always having a friend on, unwanted to always requested. I love this game more than I have ever loved a game before, and continue to strive to be the best I can be. Wowhead has taken this journey with me, and will continue to do so. Thank you from the bottom of my unholy dead heart!
My absolute favorite memory of wow was a level 1 gnome race organised by a fun player who often ran big events like this. Basically it was 2 full raids of newly created lvl 1 gnomes gathered at the starting line in Kharanos and the objective was to race to Gurubashi Arena in STV and be the last gnome standing to win the prize (600g, which at the time was a lot of g). The route was through IF and Deeprun Tram to SW then down thru Elwynn, Westfall and STV and by the time you were in Westfall and STV as a lvl 1 u could be 1 shotted by the mobs. Watching 80 gnomes running together and being picked off by mobs 1 by 1 was the funniest thing i have ever seen in wow; and at the end of the gruelling race they were required to fight to the death in the arena to win....I think around 12-15 players finally made it to the arena to fight it out and 1 very lucky eventual winner... My gnome made it to very near Nesingwary's camp before being pounced on by a tiger...I don't think i have ever laughed so much and it is something I will never forget!