27 February 2008 - 7:11The good old days: A nostalgia post

I miss the good old days. I know most of “us” does.

I miss rocking WPL and EPL with my then-best ingame friend, Ryven the warlock – just roaming around doing quests while tackling whatever Alliance that came at us. I miss the day we got hit by two Grammarpolice rogues to whom we introduced to the wonders of Free Action Potions. I miss the paladin who attacked us while we were just sitting by Scholomance watching the lake whom he summoned an infernal on. I even miss spending hours and hours farming the materials for my Hide of the Wild (Elysiane’s first ever epic!) and Truefaith Vestments, with generous amounts of help from my guildies and friends.

I miss farming up the blue dragons in Winterspring for that Robe of Winter Night pattern that never dropped, ever, and seeing “bouncing dragons”. I miss the night I got Eye of Divinity and did a wild dance in my little dorm room. I miss farming Dire Maul whenever Rotten got it in his head that he wanted a tribute run. I miss the messy, crazy, yet funny UBRS runs where after the group assembled you still had to pay a keyholder. This isn’t even as much the “good old days” as the others, but I miss doing Sareya’s hunter epic quest and the group of friends who stuck around to watch me, cheer me on, and yell encouragement on Vent.

I miss hanging out with Ryven, standing in front of an elite this or that for minutes, thinking of ways we could two-man it (we eventually two manned Araj the Summoner, this warlock-shadowpriest duo in blues and greens). I miss those rare people whom I enjoyed questing with.

I never thought I would, but I miss the day of our first Jeklik kill with SFT. I miss the night I got accepted into PN, and I had to leave my UBRS run shrieking with glee because they asked me to join their BWL raid, now, immediately (I saw Nefarian before Hakkar or Ragnaros). I miss shaking with panic and peppering Shisha my class leader with a million questions about the drakes, while being given the most amazing welcome in our healer channel and gchat. I miss being resigned to my death that night due to being minus an Onyxia Scale Cloak. I miss going into unbearable giggle fits on Firemaw because of the coordinated “Tanks go in…” “…everybody out” cues of our warrior officer and raid leader. I miss someone inevitably aggroing one of the troll groups before the bridge to Hakkar every week.

I miss the screaming, chaotic happiness of seeing Nefarian dying after weeks and weeks of “Let the games begin!” and the fiery death that followed. I miss the bets on who was going to die during the jump of death to Buru. I miss the night I tanked Razuvious with Shisha (which, incidentally, put me off tanking for a long long time due to the massive amount of responsibility involved). I miss going to see Kazzak with Monk and Crxn, and clearing Scholomance and Stratholme 3-man because they wanted to help me level.

I miss the tens of people who were around then and ceased to be around now. I guess this entry is more for them than it is for remembering and honoring what happened. Thanks for being amazing people – and wherever you are at the moment, I hope you are rocking it.