I aways loved achievements, but a special one was (Got My Mind On My Money "Loot 5,000 gold"). It happed in my first try at ICC and were the 5000th achieve point.
My favourite moment was when I met the guy it's looking like I'll spend the rest of my life with. I was running Azjol-Nerub with someone I knew and he was a mutual friend between X and I. I had to step away to take care of something downstairs for a moment so I asked if I could autofollow X because he was the healer (and so I assumed the safest to follow).He actually ended up killing me, I came back to my body floating in the pool at the bottom of that huge drop and X completely befuddled as to why I had died. It's a complete mystery to this day because we had no Death Knights or Shaman in the group who could have waterwalked me. I fell into the water, and somehow took fall damage and died a horrible floaty death.We laughed hard, despite that I had just gotten some bad news from checking on things downstairs and we immediately became friends. Friends became good friends as Wrath went by, and six months after Cataclysm hit we discovered we had feelings for each other, and X has recently invited me to move in with him.So, dying a mysterious face-crushing death in spider egg water was my all time favourite moment in WoW.
My favorite memory would be the exploration of Warcraft in vanilla when everything was new to me.
I suppose I'll have to cheat and mention two. :) The first was killing the Lich King. It was the first time I'd ever been in a progression raid and killed the ultimate boss after playing since '85. It was very cool to see the cinematic and feel like a part of the end of the story line. It was also very satisfying to be a part of a guild group that was both competent and great fun.The other memory that is very dear to me now that WoW has become all about getting to the end as fast as possible is just the memories I have of leveling way back in '85, when getting to 60 just wasn't that big a deal. I remember wandering around areas and exploring and chasing quest lines and meeting up with complete strangers who became good friends after a quest or three. My husband and I really loved helping other folks out with quests (can't even tell you how many times we escorted silly ol' Winston through the Depths) and doing World PvP by defending Alliance lands from encroaching Horde, particularly this one rogue in Darkshire of all places. Just tons of memories from that time period of folks who are no longer playing or are spending their nights in different raid instances than we are.
Killing LK 25 HC, knowing that all the months of guild drama was worth it for once.
Favorite to this day is still the wonder of being a night elf. Living in the world I had just saved in Warcraft.
First time I healed a raid (Putricide encounter). With poor gear for stepping there, low fight mechanics knowledge and a bit carried by the others. But my guild was desperatly needing for a healer that night :) Glad that they taught me lot of things and let me be part of their future (now present) roster.
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My favourite moment ever was back at the beginning of Wrath when I was leveling my Priest through Scarlet Monastery with a pickup group of strangers. On the endboss, Herrod, everyone was taking pretty serious damage while I healed from up on the ledge. I ran out of mana, quaffed a potion, and OOMed again. The tank's health crept perilously close to nothing.I leapt from the floor above directly into Herrod's AoE. Boom, dead, Spirit of Redemption gives me unlimited heals for the next fifteen seconds and the boss goes down. The mage, outraged, demands answers. "WTF? Stupid noob priest, WTF were you doing? Why did you get in the AoE?""Because he's a damn good healer," said the Tank. This remains my finest hour, and my best memory of the game.
My favorite memory was first Lich King kill. Was first time when i and my guild kill a end game boss before he become nerf with next patch.
Just this past weekend, I celebrated my own 1 year WoW-iversary. While reflecting on the long, strange trip its been (and getting depressed by how much of that achievement I have left) the best memory I have is bonding with my guild during the "School of Hard Knocks" achievement. All the veteran PVPers chaperoned us raiders for night after night of grueling hell trying to capture a flag or assault a tower, and at the end of it we ran them through Utgarde Pinnacle. We all came away with a new appreciation for how the "other half" spends their time, and I think the shared agony and sympathy really made us a stronger guild!
My fav memory is getting my first non racial mount back in pre-BC, I BG'd for the Black War Raptor and was so proud to get it. It's still one of my fav mounts to this day. My husband and I worked so hard in the BG's together and it was so much fun. (He got the War Horse)
My favorite WoW memory comes from the classic days. This was right after warlocks got Death Coil as an "out". Prior to Death Coil, "rogues > warlocks" and I had not long before posted a combat log of a flawless victory of a rogue over me while contesting a Rich Thorium Vein in Burning Steppes. At the exact same node as I had previously been stun-locked to death, I caught a rogue creeping up on me, death coiled, unleashed a hellish barrage of Destruction upon him, with a smattering of fear/seduce for good measure. That, dear friends, was flawless retribution for all those injustices imparted upon my backside.Ah, world pvp... how I miss you.
I think my favorite memory would probably be my guild's heroic Lich King kill. After 5 (!) months of painfully wiping, we finally got it pulled together and got him killed. I don't think I've ever worked so hard for any single kill before. I've been excited for kills before, but the explosion in vent from that one from every single one of us was like nothing I've ever heard. The kill was actually insanely close - we were headed for the Frostmourne room when the Lich King enraged. By some miracle, we had 3 priests survive and make it inside, they frantically spammed Holy Nova, came out, and kited him around for his last ~.3%. To this day I still have absolutely no idea how in the world they survived but nobody else did.However, I do have fond memories of Vanilla leveling - I remember my little guild having a raffle-type event in the Barrens. The officers lined up all 15-20 of us off to the west of Crossroads under a nice little tree and started /rolling off all the various items in the guild bank character's inventory. Knowing what was coming next, I'd spent most of the day grinding and saving every single copper. Last thing, we all chipped in 1g (my life's savings!) and did one last /roll for the whole pot. I won! I'd never seen so much gold in my life, what was I going to do with 20g! Chilling out for a couple hours prior to BC's release in front of the Dark Portal was very fun. Some people fought, some people sat down and enjoyed the company. That first step through the portal having no idea what was on the other side was very exciting. I stepped through from the relatively calm Blasted Lands into the chaos of the battle being fought with the Legion right on the steps immediately ahead. Very, very cool.I also have very fond memories of my Insane grind. That final, very gratifying kill that pushed my final goblin rep up to Exalted was just amazing.Lots of wonderful memories, so hard to choose!
My favorite memory is running into Wowheads L&RP board. Looking back now, the day I touched it is when I started to make some of the best friends I know.
To this day, no moment in any MMO, including WoW, has been able to match the feeling of my first 40-man raid. It actually felt epic, especially since it actually took effort to do any form of raiding back in the day. Running in with 39 other people just doesn't feel the same as 9 or 24.