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My favorite memory from WoW has got to be playing vanilla WoW.Now I know I'll be acccused of wearing nostalgia goggles and so forth, but that's just the way it is.Back in the days of vanilla WoW, things were vastly different (duh).For one, no flying mounts and direct dungeon teleportation meant that you could actually find world PvP in the game. No "open world PvP zones" like Wintergrasp or Tol Barad, nor any battlegrounds or arenas will ever come close to the wondrous world PvP encounters back in the day. Whether it was glorious PvP war happening in Hillsbrad Foothills or a single one-on-one battle between adventuring characters in contested territory, it was great fun.To add to that, cross-realm dungeons and battlegrounds weren't even in the making yet, which facilitated a strong realm community. If you dared be inconsiderate of others in your party or raid and stole an item or did something else unsavory, you could be certain that your name would be plastered all over the realm and no one sans the most out of touch guilds and players would accept you ever again.Furthermore, the content was not available to everyone. Raiding was this mysterious wonder out of reach of many. But you know what? That was great. It was that feeling of mystery coupled with how long, tough and challenging it was to even level up to 60 that really made the game feel like it provided a living, breathing virtual world, which was the gimmick of MMORPGs at the time. Alas, all we have now are story driven virtual fairy tale books in the form of "MMOs" where everyone teleports everywhere and the persistent world is dead.And that's not mentioning mounts. Mounts were a means of transportation and they were quite mundane for their respective races. Rare and exotic mounts were few and far in between, so their appearance was truly inspiring. What do we have now? A zoo of horrors in every battleground, dungeon and capital city.And last but not least, the roleplay. After all, vanilla WoW followed up Warcraft III and its epic story. People were eager to create characters that resembled, mimicked or just generally fit in with the various archetypes that Warcraft III (and sometimes even Warcraft II) had provided while they were still fresh in players' minds.Overall, I'd have to say that my favorite memory from WoW is every single time something in vanilla WoW didn't go according to plan, every instance of unexpected events and results, be they caused by players engaging in PvP, rare world drops that actually meant something and couldn't just be replaced easily by spending fifteen minutes in a dungeon or terrain being bugged in an entertaining manner and so forth.Gone are the days when WoW was an actual game and not an interactive movie, but the memories live on.
One of my favorite moments in WoW was getting the warlock mount after weeks of grinding the mats and hours spent in DireMaul. Did this back in Vanilla. I remember that we had spent 8 hours in DireMaul just to clear what needed to be killed and get to the final boss. Lol, I even remember having a wtf moment, since somehow i couldnt click on the mount boss with the item i needed to click. Def some panic there :) But i was very very happy that I got the mount and very proud that I got it the Old School way with only lvl 60 toons!
It's gotta be the first time I ran Deadmines.
My favourite memory from WoW wasn't ingame, rather at a restaurant where we had organised a guild meet. Met many people there that I now have good friendships with, including being invited to weddings, birthdays etc, making them awesome friends that I met through WoW!
I still remember the very first character that I made way back in April of 2005. I had a Tauren hunter named Manypaths. As I travelled from Bloodhoof Village to Thunder Bluff, I remember looking out over the plains of Mulgore and thinking how much I had to do and see in the game. To this day, every time I go to a new zone or dungeon that scene comes to mind and makes me thankful that Blizzard has managed to keep the game fresh and exciting.
Long time ago, back in the beta when I got invited for the very first time in a raid. My level 27 nightelf hunter had only seen as far as Ashenvale. We got into a raid for the crossroads and I for the first time found out the world in WoW was really a huge world as I got summoned to Stranglethorn Vale and we moved through Booty Bay. (I also sadly figured out my video card wasn't up to par when over 100 people met in the same spot.) Sometimes it's hard to look back at the same places as you have gotten more used to them, but the memory is still my fondest one, it always makes me curious as to what I might find still.
My favorite memory of WoW would have to be stepping into Ulduar for the first time. Hearing the awesome music, and experiencing the whole thing was just awesome. Especially going into Freya's Conservatory, seeing the green and the plants. Was just great.
My favourite WoW moment was shortly after I started playing when the Midsummer Fire festival rolled into town. I was about level 10 on my first character I think, and I was absolutely determined to collect the full armour set, just so I could have some shoulders to wear! I spent the entire festival walking around the world. I never did collect the set, but I had a lot of fun, and it set the precedent of a life-long lust for weird achievements and goals =)
My favorite memory is when I first started playing the game, everything was so new and cool. Playing in mulgore as a tauran warrior thinking I was too low a level for the barrans because the nutral mobs were lv 17. Those were and still are favorite memory's if I could go back to when I first started playing I would in a heartbeat.
To second Luciferul (at the time of this writing): Happy Birthday, Wowhead!"What is your favorite memory from World of Warcraft and why?"But... there are so many! I loved reading through all of the entries previous to mine, especially when it involved an event in which I took part. (AQ Gates, MC - Ragnaros) But for me, it is a very simple thing, by comparison, that stand brightest in my memory. This memory involves my very first toon, a Night Elf druid named Saetric. The most exciting thing to happen to me in my young WoW career involves a little place call Warsong Gulch. Back in my 40s on my druid, I had only participated in the PvE experience: questing, dungeons (when I could find a party), professions. I was in southern Ashenvale, trying to get my herbalism profession leveled, when I saw an impressive high-level warrior heading south, but not to the Barrens. I decided to follow this plate behemoth and find out what he was up to. With his unknowing assistance, I stumbled upon a little glave, manned by female sentinels. At the back of this tranquil setting, there was a portal! It looked similar to an instance portal, so I decided to go investigate. Some time later, I found myself in my first Warsong Gulch battleground. Now, at this time, I didn't know that druids were the defacto flag carrying class, especially if they were feral. (And as a leveling druid, I surely was) As I fought noobishly in the middle, the game was tied 2-2. Randomly, I had a human priest from my team whisper me to come with him. We entered the enemy stronghold, the priest bravely running forward, I, stealthed and skittish. :-p I spotted a red flag with the horde insignia sewn into it's middle, and the priest instructed me to grab it. I ran up to the flag, now protected by the priest's Power Word: Shield, and clicked the flag. The priest said "follow me," and follow I did. We exited through the 2nd floor entrance, skirting the walls of the Horde building, and headed down the ramp, I in Travel, the priest, mounted up. As we ran up the left side of Warsong Gulch, I detected a great number of horde approaching. "Keep running" were the whispered instructions I received from my bubbling benefactor. Suddenly, they were upon me! I assumed bear form, and trudged forward at a mind-numbingly slow pace, due to hamstring and crippling poison. Through it all, the wondrous priest kept me alive. As we entered our home tunnel, my large bear form began to the climb to our flag pedestal, and impending victory. Ahead of me, I spotted a shaman! (Horde only, at this point in the game) Quickly thinking (for a new player, at least!) I immediately shifted to cat form, and popped Dash. As I closed the distance between the two of us, my heart began to beat rapidly. Soon we were neck and neck, and finally, in the last 10 yards or so, I passed the orc fiend and claimed victory for our team! I literally got up out of my computer chair and roared at the ceiling of my room, a feral yell full of dominance and excitement.The selfless assistance of a fellow player, combined with overcoming hardship, and quick thinking at the very end of my first battleground, made this experience my favorite memory from World of Warcraft!
Happy Birthday!Most memorable moment in WoW was finally getting a Lich King kill with my guild ... look forward to getting a Deathwing kill :O)