My favourite memory of WoW was the day 2 friends and I decided to go for the "Going Down" achievement during Brewfest. Yes...stinking drunk (our toons) and totally naked (again our toons) we flew up the elevator shaft at the Aldor Rise in Shattrath. Lost count of how many times we "died", but we finally did it! I laughed so hard that I cried :)) . We ended up with a crowd of 15 or 20 other players, all trying for the same drunken achievement, all naked and laughing at the huge pile of bones at the bottom of the elevator. Must have taken the lot of us an hour for everyone to get their achievement, but what a hilarious good time! Still in touch with many of the group to this day! :)
My favorite moment in wow was when I see my first raid instance. it was a Karazhan in Burning crusade. My favorite encounter in first run of Karazhan was a chess event.P.S. Sorry for my bad English. I'm Russian guy =)
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My favorite moment in WoW has to be my story of revenge on a PvP server. When I first began playing, I was quickly overwhelmed with all of the quests, the huge lush zones, the long haul it took to cross them while trying to avoid Allies and the difficult task of questing. This was back when quests were vague on details as to where you needed to go and what to look for etc. So most of the time I would just sit on the LFG channel, (This was the only way I knew how to get XP) while fishing and keep spamming what roles I needed for whatever dungeon I planned on tanking. My very first character ever was my Tauren Warrior, who I still play today. I can remember this scenario in my head as if it was all recorded. I was in The Barrens, trying to scrap together a Wailing Caverns team while fishing for Savory Deviate Delights' to cook and sell later on. Now, keep in mind I'm new, so I had no idea what this PVP thing meant, and why I probably shouldn't be flagged for it till I'm forced too, but none the less here I am sitting down minding my own business when I get turned into a sheep. And then again. And then again. And then again. This went on for about 5 minutes before the mage decided he'd had enough fun and sent a nice fireball my way. After running back to my body, and resurrecting . I figured the mage had probably moved on and was no longer interested in me. Nope. He camped my corpse for an hour just polymorphing me, /farting on me and then of course laughing his damn gnome laugh taunting me whenever I tried to fight back at him or when I hadn't released my spirit yet.. I still remember that gnome's name. I logged off for the rest of the night. Now fast forward to a few months later, by this time I've hit the level cap and I'm sitting in some decent PVP gear mixed with blues and I'm more knowledgeable about the game. One of my guldies asks if I'll take him and his buddies through WC because they can't find a tank and need some gear in there. I never mind helping a friend so I joined their party and make my way through The Barrens to reach them. You won't guess who I run into while at the entrance of the instance. Apparently this gnome mage takes joy in polymorphing and camping lower levels and wouldn't you know it, he was doing just this very thing to some poor guy leveling up his skinning. After killing the mage about three or four times in a row and /farting on his corpse I began to feel a bit merciful and let him hearth out of the zone. Words couldn't explain the satisfaction I got from that. Wearing a smirk 10 miles wide, I finished my guildies WC run and went back to Orgrimmar for some battlegrounds.
My favorite memory? Oh it's hard to just name one. I made friends, got loot, killed bosses, had fun, did stupid things and laughed about it. I even had some of my friends join in with me. One of my favorite memories is when I finaly hit 60 on my first toon ever. I was always a fan of warcraft and was excited to play the game. Sadly, I didn't get to do any of the majory raids beceause BC was comming out. I did have fun doing the events and going to a new planet! Flying mounts, Illidan, all of those fun people and it was just a wonderful experiance. What made it better is that I had a good amount of friends to play with.
My favorite moment in WoW would have to be when I created my new guild and had gone into Trade chat to recruit anyone that wanted to join. One person was immediate to answer, a level 80 warrior. I invited them in and all the guildies were chatty and getting along while also being tards to one another. After a while, the warrior and his friend who came into the guild ran the group through...Zul'Gurub, I believe? After that fun run (with a few mishaps), I went and bought a ventrilo sever for a little bit. A few guildies used it but not much. Eventually just me and the warrior used it; I gave him my number to text when bored. We hit it off great and he came to visit me from states away before he left for the army.TL;DR: Made a new guild, invited a random person in, we got to know each other real good, he came to visit before he left for the army, and I got to meet and be with a great friend.
My favorite memory from WoW since I started playing it in it's infancy (vanilla beta) was the first time my guild downed Ragnaros. We had spent months and months just getting to the boss, sometimes our guild spent over 24h in the place just downing the bosses before Ragnaros. When finally getting to Ragnaros it took us about all the time together to get to him just to get him down. That moment though, when we killed him, was at a rising moment in a song near the 3% mark and it was the most epic feeling I believe I have ever felt in ALL of WoW. That instance where you just killed a bosses of bosses, one so insane to get to, one so awesome and powerful and YOU were apart of his downfall. One of 40, and yet you were a power force in his downfall. You just felt powerful, you felt like you must have done it all by yourself, one of many, yet power overwhelming.That is my favorite moment in WoW, my first Ragnaros kill.
One dark and lonely night I fired up my trial version of World of Warcraft hoping to find a fun way to kill some time. Upon logging on I noticed the friend who recruited me (and who gave me my first few gold coins) wasn’t online. While disappointed, I did not let this stop my exploring… so decked out in my “best in slot” vendor bought white items, I headed west until I came across a town known as Brill. I wasn’t in town long before a fellow undead ran up to me and told me not to fight back… it was then I noticed the all-powerful evil human wrecking havoc upon Brill. It was a terrible sight to see... guards and merchants and fellow undead being slaughtered by this human who was too high of a level to even have a number!.. I couldn’t stand by and watch him destroy what I barely knew, but already felt so attached to. I fought back with every spell I could click… my efforts were futile. With a laugh, and a swing of his weapon I was dead… it was the first time I’d ever died... I was not even done reading what to do to revive myself when I noticed the evil human dancing on me.This is my favorite WoW memory, because this is the day I learned to love the Horde.This is my favorite WoW memory, because this is the day I learned to love WoW.This is my favorite WoW memory, because this is the day I learned to love PvP.
My favourite memory of WoW? Tough questions, there's so many!I'm gonna have to say, my in game marriage to my wife. High above Nagrand on a floating island many people crammed on to wish us well, and we're still going strong after so many years!
My favorite memory in World of Warcraft would have to be when I obtained Ironfoe from Blackrock Depths. The first time I found out about the weapon was in 'vanilla' and I have never been to the final boss of Blackrock Depths, Emperor Dagran Thaurissan.. I also had a dial-up connection at the time, so I knew I was not going to get it. Come Burning Crusade (and a better internet connection), I knew Ironfoe would be within my grasp. I ran Blackrock Depths a number of times hoping for the drop. Eventually, I managed to claim Ironfoe and I was very excited. Though it was a level 60 weapon, I used it in many situations, such as some arena matches. It may not have been a good idea to use it for such instances, but it showed how much I loved the weapon.Ironfoe is still in my backpack to this day, and always will be. I still use it occasionally as well!
Back in the early I was out exploring the areas that we less populated to just see what was there. I ended up in this different area area called Azshara. I was just taking in the sights when I seemed to stumble into the blue dragon kin area. What the heck were all these guys doing here, and why don't they like me? So in fine heroic fashion, I ran away.....right into the world dragon. What a magnificent beast. Not to mention all the cliff dweller giants and other nasties from which I could not escape. On what i hoped would be my last res and run, I jumped into the river, figuring it ought to be safe. Lol. How naive I was. Safe in the river meant I was food for the fishes, not plural in this case. As I swam out toward the sea I was one shotted by some giant red fish, which, even though I have retraces my footsteps many a time, have not had the pleasure of taking my revenge on and one shotting it back. Wow have made what essentially a DnD game a truly global social network. I have RL fiends that play, people I only know by their toons name, and even my own kids play. I enjoy the trolls in Trade chat, the dialogs that go from current events to debates on skill trees. Bang on Blizzard! and Wowhead!
One of my favorite moments was when I first started playing WoW. I had a warrior (my main), and, up until about level 25, I would save up and buy white items from vendors. Later, someone in a guild I recently joined told me to not waste money on white items. I felt like a total noob :P
My favorite memory... well I have a few that's all related to each other. It was like 2 or 3 years ago and I was playing with someone of the opposite faction (I was Horde and he was Alliance) who became a really good friend of mine and me and him and some common Horde friends between us would used to queue for AV together so we can watch our Alliance friend completely own people (he was an avid pvper who ranked in the top 1% or .5% at during that particular arena season) or just find a secluded spot in AV and just chill together, doing emotes with each other since we couldn't cross-faction communicate in the game, and chatting on vent.Later on down the road, I ended up making and leveling an Alliance toon on the server he transferred to and we continued to play together and enjoy each others' company. All of my favorite memories include friends and just sharing a good time together, no matter how small or how silly it may be... or how mad we can get people lol. Looking back after all these years makes my heart ache. People made my memories, not so much a specific event and those are the ones I cherish.
My favorite memory from world of warcraft is tanking the old 40 man raids, Nothing got my adrenaline going more than knowing I was the fine line between my raid and wiping haha. Although I dont play the same character today, nothing makes me happier than knowing I got to experience that.