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My favorite memory is a bit sadistic. The good old days of the Goldshire warlock fear runs, casting the old Curse of Doom on any old critter, enslaving the demon that emerges, and setting it loose on the poor, unsuspecting town. BY FAR the best way I have ever wasted my time, watching the rampant demon slaughter everything and everyone as the lowbies struggle to widdle away at it's life, knowing that it is all in vain.Those memories will never leave me whenever I play this game, and some days I just wish, maybe once a month, the World of Warcraft will change back to the old days of 60s and Stitches raids on Duskwood.<3
My favorite and perhaps most WTF moment in World of Warcraft was the first day of playing it as a Human Mage in Elwynn Forest getting beat up by Hogger, and then hours later finally defeating my nemesis.
My fav memory is when I 1st downed killjaeden it was pretty epic.Apparently WE WERE PREPARED!
My favourite memory is, like many people, very hard to pick. But I would have to go back in time to when 40-man raiding was the norm and life allowed long nights of raiding instance progression. The night that we first downed Nefarian in Blackwing Lair is an amazing memory for me. Teamspeak erupted into chaos, literally for minutes, with dozens of voices crying out in joy. Personally, I felt elated, because here we were, a mediocre guild at best, having downed a truly end-game boss (although at the time, C'thun was actually the biggest baddie). My first Ragnaros kill comes close, as does my first successful Onyxia experience (yay for vanilla memories); but just that whole experience of getting the big black dragon to drop those final T2 pieces (both were Dragonstalker chests!) and his head (which I won!): epic, and truly memorable.
All my favorite moments came from Vanilla. The best and the one that still makes me giggle every time is from when I used to 4 man DM with my RL friends for fun. Our party composition was 1 Feral Druid (tanking), 1 Hunter >me< (offtanking/ccing and dpsing), 1 shaman (Healing), and 1 rouge (for dps/cc). On this particular DM day I decided I wanted a new pet for my hunter to offtank, so I went out in my search. I don't know what came over me but I decided since we already had 1 bear tanking why not have 2? So I grabbed a brown bear, Named him "Raging" (same name as my friends Druid), and put him away as a surprise during our run. When the time came, I popped out my pet with pride, pointed at him and shouted "TWO RAGING'S TANKING TONIGHT!" We all had a quick laugh and went on with our business not knowing what was in store for us. As the first pull came around, I noticed our Druid tank was not getting healed at all. This would have been a surprise for most ppl but knowing my friend (the shaman) this was just another day were he most likely spaced out watching TV and completely ignored our pull. So we regrouped, rebuffed and began the pull again..... 3 second later our Druid tank was dead once more. NOW, I was surprised seeing how our shaman himself could not figure out why he was casting heals but none of them were landing on the druid.... We all sat around for a sec confused.... checking the logs.... 30seconds later we hear yelling over vent. My friends (the Druid), "DAMN IT IGOR (me)! PUT AWAY THAT DAMN PET!" HE'S GETTING HEALED OVER ME!"...... What had happened... our shaman was so used to only running 5 mans with us that he macroed a specific button that would auto target the druid "Raging" and heal him... seeing how we now had two Raging, the macro auto targeted my pet and kept him at full health instead..... the combination of the druids anger/frustration and the laziness of the shaman... made me giggle for hours after..... but no worries, once my pet was swapped we finished our run with no further mishaps or delays. Just another fun night in Azeroth :)
Waking up in a lush oasis, the orc deathknight sees a tauren druid in a chair fishing. A bucket of yellow fish with blue eyes and red speckles lay next to him."How long was i asleep?""About an hour. I got about... 300 deviates while you were out cold. Get it? Cold?"Exod rolled his blue eyes, only to set eyes on the unexpected. A night elf female of strong figure and physique, bathes in the waters across the lake. The orc rips off his tunic."Exod? what are you- Dude! There go the fish..." Burntgrass sighs and sits back down into his chair. "I swear, i bet they lobotomized him at the young deathknights lich king association..."...The sunlight was piercing the blue world, giving the underwater world such a outlandish look. Exod looks up to the gleaming surface. A shadow was near the shore, thrashing the surface lightly. He creepily swims toward it, closing the distance between them. 20, 10 and then 5 yards... the orc eyes the divine figure, moving steadliy in the light, a tint of purple illuminates the night elf. A couple drops of blood came from Exod's nose. He looked in horror as they floated to the surface......"Can't even give up 5 gold for repairs, I'm switchin guilds..." Katt grumbled as she washed her blood-stained cloak into the lake. "Man i hate raiding. Rolling a small box with dots and that deciding who gets what, it's like mario party all over again except without the mini-games. Wait a minute..." She held that thought, but then shook it off. Droplets of crimson blood came to the surface between her legs. After seeing them manifest, she then started to count her fingers."I don't think its my time of the-" Exod sprung out of the water, only to find that she disappeared. Exod looked around frantically, but she was nowhere in sight."Hey Burnt! Did you see the night elf chick here?" But Burnt was gone too. Exod was alone. He looked up to the sun, still as resilient as any top ranking arena team player. He chuckled at the thought, but felt a sharp, sharp pain in his back. He was sure it was that of a dagger because not only did he feel one before but its protruding through his chest. He fell into the shallow red water as he gurgled downwards to the bottom. The bubbles sent the orcs words to the surface."nerf...rogues..."..."Alright it worked!" Exod woke up YET AGAIN on the shore of the lake. Copper wires entangled the orc. The deathknight looked up at the optimistic face of a cow."You gotta be an engineer to use this thing properly..." Exod said softly."But you're already dead dude." Burntgrass pointed out."Fair enough." Exod sat up. "Hey did you see that night elf?""Hehe yeah she got you good bro!" the tauren laughed. "But she's gone. I got enough fish for today, how 'bout we head home?""I swear to god, 4.2 better do something about this..." Exod said groggily."Cmon now" Burntgrass lent out his hand. Exod held it as the druid pulled him up."Rogues ain't nothing but hoes n' tricks"
My favorite wow moment was when i was healing heroic nexus as a resto druid jumping around chucking hot on ppl and falling off the ledge. Instead of raging at me my party started cracking up and forgave me for the wipe .... they still do not let me live that down!
My favorite moment was during the mid summer fire festival, three guildies on a mammoth in thousand needles up on one of the rock pillars when ooopppsss mammoth slipped we all tumbled to our deaths accept me (thank you levitate!) was epically hilarious we laughed for a good 5 minutes whilst i poked there corpses :P
My favorite moment has got to be my first time in Darnassus. I spent hours exploring the city and trying to start conversations with wisps, who I thought were dead players.
Back in Vanilla, as several members of my old guild were coming down off of our High Warlord grind, we were unwinding in Blackrock Spire, and had just started the event preceeding the encounter with Rend Blackhand. What happened next became affectionately known to our circle of friends as "The Blackhand Incident". One of our guildmates, who is a good friend of mine, was in there with us on his warlock, apparently stuck in a TAB-target mode from PvP. All of a sudden I see a shadow bolt go flying up to the balcony overlooking Blackrock Stadium.I paused for a moment before asking him on vent; "Did you just launch a shadow bolt at one of the adds on the balcony?". It was quiet for a minute before he responded, while trying to stifle a semi-embarrassed laugh; "...... yes".We all knew what was coming, but when we saw the huge mass of adds come crashing through the gate, the hilarity of the situation became apparent as there was nothing we could do to stop it. We all laughed for a good several minutes on vent over that. This event, while not unique (and many others like it have happened over the years since then) served as a reminder that while people tend to take this game a bit too seriously at times (and we certainly did in regards to being the top PvP guild on that server), there is still great fun to be had with friends ... even if it results in a wipe. I still play with some of these guys years later, and I still never know what to expect when we group up for something. I just know whatever it is, it will be a good time.
My favoret moment was on my 80 dk toon when we were in run of owr lives with the Queen Bnshi againest the lich king. though the whole run i thought we all going to die. everytime we turn around theres a dam ice wall and more of lichy little friends coming at full force. i thought there was no end. then all the blue the air ship come up. thought hell yes! but there i turn and there stands the Lich King . then over my head BOOM BOOM and mountain falls in lichy's way . yes! we was safe. my blood pumps like no other time. that was my first run thought it. it rocked!
My favorite moment in WoW HAS to be the first time ikilled a member of the horde.... The sheer thrill of the PvP action, facing off against someone trying to kill me, and knowing that by killing him, I helped the alliance. I don't know. It was just so important tome, and since then, i have been a fanatic of PvP, loving the idea and fun of it. Thanks to WoW for bringing me the amazement of Pvp!
My favorite memory of WoW was when I was about level 40 to 50 something in BC. I had just got my friends to join in on WoW and they played a Hunter and a Mage. Me being a druid, I would go into bear form and tank lower instances for them, or just run them through. We must have run Shadowfang Keep at least 30 times, and the entire time, my hunter friend had a raptor pet that seemed to love to run ridiculously far away from us and pull half of the instance. It was pretty funny, and since I was at a low level to be running people in, it often resulted in either a really close call, or an insta-wipe. We never really got frustrated, and just enjoyed playing together, even if we did get owned by an army of worgen and ghosts. Awesome times! =)