Hi, my name is Raiynn-Sentinels (90 Human Warlock), and this is a short story about my humble wow beginnings:
I use to wield a phantom blade because I wanted to be “just as strong as I am powerful” (I learned fast when people started to laugh)
Shortly after learning how to play, I opened up my own guild because the “starter” guild I was in kind of sucked… a lot. I was not very well at being a guild leader but I was good at making friends… and I made A LOT of them but only so many stayed in touch over the years.
My friend and I use to slow walk around Goldshire (or Whoreshire as we called it because of all the naked elves) and talk about who was more epic than the other. I use to tell him “I’m more epix than you” and we’d bicker back and forth in general chat or /say. People actually got really into what we were doing and we’d have audiences of people following us around at times.
I quit playing the game for a while after being burnt out from guild leading. We stayed friends and remained in contact. On occasion I would start the game up and play for a few months and I made sure to look him up. We always did funny stuff that kept our characters extremely low level but we always had the hardest, most gut aching laughs I’ve ever had. And he always tried to lighten my spirit about guild leading, he’d mockingly say things like “What were they thinking?!”
He passed away in October 2012. I still mourn his death, how could I not? He saved my sanity and he was my best friend. It’s still not the same playing without him. I can’t even walk around Goldshire on newbie alts anymore without getting upset.
I quit the game and came back when Mists of Pandaria first came out. I was in the starting zone attacking mobs for the first few quests when all of the sudden I heard “What were you thinking?!” … my throat just about swelled shut from anxiety and panic. This was a similar line to what we use to say and laugh. But at that time, and even now sometimes, I get emotional. I shut my computer off that day and didn’t return for about 2 months.
Nowadays, I play freely when I want to, and I dress my character up like a total whorebag and fly around on the disc/floating platform mount so it looks like I’m a dirty stripper. He would be proud.
