My favorite memory was when I FINALLY had enough money to buy my first epic mount. Well, back in Vanilla when it was actually WORTH a lot! I always thought that was the key point in my gaming experience, because if I could accomplish that, I could accomplish anything...It's been six years since that moment, and I'm still proudly riding my trusty Swift Blue Raptor to this day! Who needs a flying mount, when you have something worth much, much more than that... >^)))>{
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My favorite moment is still the same as when the last people asked me. The first time I reached the cliff overlooking the Stonewrought Dam was breathtaking. That was before the Dark Irons blew it up. It was amazing. From that moment, I knew I was part of World of Warcraft. I still stop there once in while to remember.
I think the one thing that I'm most fond of would be the quest to get Aquatic Form on my first druid (not Serkac). It was around September of 2005...Started at around 9PM and didn't finish until around 6AM. I didn't know what I was doing, either, which made it more entertaining.
My most memorable action in WoW was when i first joined the guild and started to raid, i felt a sense of companionship and was even more happy when i raided with my wife, for she was the one that introduced me to WoW, i am forever grateful.
My favorite wow moment is the fight against Algalon. Totally epic fight with a totally epic 'mise-en-scene' and totally epic loots without forgetting and most important thing totally epic friends :D
I, like many, am an Alt-aholic, and have now several 85's (mostly casters) covering all of the primary professions. I didn't get into WoW until after I was both laid off and had a downer of a birthday all at once. In need of a major distraction I finally relented to my roommate's persistence, and started a Tauren Shaman (he was insistent I play Horde, as all Alliance players were "jerks" according to him). A few levels later and I was unimpressed with my class choice, but intrigued by the gameplay. As a late birthday present he offered to buy the Burning Crusade expansion, and my "Main" would then be created, a Blood Elf Mage. I was instantly enamoured with both the class, the effete and conceited race, and their eternally spring realm. My roommate in turn created a Blood Elf Paladin (complete with heirloom axe) and the two of us set off. By around Hillsbrad he started slowly getting bored, while I was in full swing. Completing the quests together, we quickly leveled, and soon I'd have the much spoken of mount at level 30. More and more, however, I was playing solo, while he focused on raiding with his own 80 Main. By the time I reached Outlands he had stopped playing his paladin altogether. Annoyed, but determined, I pushed on. After much quest grinding (I still loathe doing the Outlands to this day), I finally made it to 68, and on his advice travelled straight to Northrend. Within a few short weeks I had finally made it to the end, I was finally at 80. By now though my roommate was getting bored of the weekly raiding. Doing Naxx over and over wore him down. Gradually but surely he threw in the towel and went back to his console gaming. I was left in the guild, being asked if he would ever return."Not sure, he's still around..."I knew the answer was most likely "no", I still didn't want to say it... to either them, or myself.I could never really raid. I didn't have the confidence to deal with egos when force majeure or human error kicked in causing wipes. Tempers flared, fingers were pointed, and it was generally unpleasant and not fun. Coupled with the time needed to do all 4 wings of Naxx in one night, I couldn't do it. Instead I wanted to experience the thrill of going through the lands, leveling up, doing quest lines. It was like visiting old friends in a way. Plus I really needed an Enchanter and Tailor.Thus my Blood Elf Priest was born. Again, I had the euphoria of being in the halcyon lands, getting to level 10 in under an hour. Doing the Ghostlands, and then making the long trek to Hillsbrad, smiting the farmers, village heads, and the yeti. Picking off the trolls and invading the keep in Arathi Highlands. Doing the Rocketway quests in Thousand Needles leading to Tanaris to deal with brigands and pirates, and coming across the Hives and Zul Farrak. From there it would be over to the Hinterlands to take down some griffons, and invade an entire Troll complex for about 2 levels worth of quests, before heading to UnGoro. After it would be the Eastern and Western Plaguelands until 58. Then eventually I had a level 80 shadow priest...And I wanted to try a Druid (plus I needed a transmute alchemist for my main's Jewelcrafting).By now I had more confidence to at least do regular instances with PUG's, so it made the leveling easier, as did knowing where their accompanying quests were. This time I thought I would finally get to experience the other untouched areas. Open Mulgore, the dreaded Barrens that stretched forever with the Alliance constantly wiping out the trading post, the lush Ashenvale and Feralas, murky Felwood, the forever Fall Azshara, and icy Winterspring.I would do this again and again in various zone-changing permutations, eventually gaining a Paladin (Blacksmithing) and Warlock (Inscription and Engineering), before finally returning to my Tauren Shaman (Skinning and Leatherworking). The latter was bittersweet, since it had by now been over a year since my roommate last played WoW, and I was now leveling the first character I ever created with him (after having gone through the previous classes I could better appreciate the mechanics of the Shaman a bit more).Not content with just being Horde (plus my server was down often enough to merit it), I made several Alliance characters on a different server, allowing myself to see their quests and lands (and despite my roommate saying they were jerks, there were an equal number of griever Horde cosistently taking out the Westfall and Elwynn villages).Why the lengthy chain of memories? Why can't I just pick one of these? Because none of these are sufficient for me to submit as an entry, rather they are a gestalt memory for me, much greater than any singular one. Bosses will come and go down. Loot will be dropped with significantly better item levels. Lore will be added and expounded on. But the lands... they'll never go back to the way they were. The NPCs killed off leave only memories of dead quest lines. Azshara that was once the eptiome of the "Forever Alone" meme, is now a starting zone. Desolace is no longer all that desolate.Orgrimar no longer has people dancing on the roof of the bank.The Garden District of Stormwind is now a smoldering cliffside.Eva and Lucien Sarkhoff now haunt a nerfed Scholomance, making the Spectral Essence needed to see the otherwise disembodied voices around the area, unobtainable.Players no longer get lost in the winding corridors of the Sunken Temple.The impressive dam at Loch Modan is now nothing more than glorified boulders littered on the ground below.And Hillsbrad, the area I spent my late 20's to early 30's leveling in... is just disturbingly creepy on several gloriously uncomfortable levels (the spider sacs on the bears were the cherry on the top).No. my favorite memory isn't any single in-game event, title gained, or how I met a future best friend or lover. It's rather a memory of how the world used to be, when the landscape wasn't sundered, and you could still get a glimpse of the difficulties presented in vanilla WoW, even after some expansions had long since made areas obsolete. Change is inevitable, and is not always a bad thing (I was perfectly happy to see Desolace with greenery, though solemn to see that Magistrix Elosai, who I had several times helped in her folly to cure her of the addiction, as now a corpse in wretched form... a failure).Perhaps it seems a little early, but all the nostalgia I could revisit wih my alts is now forever gone, and all I have left is Linken's Boomering, a Bloodpetal Zapper, a Faded Photograph, and the memory of what was.(For the record though, I am glad the made the obtainable riding levels at 20 and 40 despite protestations. The World of Walkcraft is a title I will not miss grudgingly calling the game.)
My favorite moment in WoW was killing Illidan in The Black Temple for the first time! Yes. Definitely. After spending hours and hours, night after night trying to get to Illidan, we finally got it! The channel of our teamspeak became a bunch of cheers and congratulations. We were really proud of ourselves that night.I won't forget that moment.
After playing "that other mmorpg" that was so big 10 years ago, I was seriously intimidated about exploring Azeroth. I had to wait for my heart to stop pounding just getting off the boat at Darkshore. Kept my eye on the chatbox for the cry of "Train!" and of course it never happened. Then my first experience with a touching quest called For Love Eternal. Leaving Darkshore and now a supposed expert of WoW, The Sleeper has Awakened left me laughing and cursing at the same time. Sadly, those quests (and much of the golden days content) are gone. Summed up; my fondest memory was learning the game back then and not even realize I was being taught.
My best memory would be getting a Meteor Shard dagger in Shadowfang Keep for my rogue off the giant worg boss in Shadowfang Keep before Argual. It was the very first blue gear I ever got in the game and I kept it for nearly 30 levels before I wised up and upgraded it with a green quest reward.I was such a n00b back then all those years ago.
My favorite memory of WoW was the original Alterac Valley battleground. You could get from neutral to exalted in one match because they last for hours. There was one time that I was in a single AV battle for hours, and it was pretty much a standstill. I got pretty tired, and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I queued for AV and literally got the same one I had been playing the night before. Even though we ended up losing that battle, back in the days when you had to collect all the armor scraps, bloods, and wrangle up wolves/rams to win. Nothing beat summoning the Ice and Forest Lords and watching them wreak havoc among the enemy.
Everyday learning more, going deeper into the world of Azeroth has been and still is my favorite memory of the game. Discovering new parts of the world, and how big it is. I have always loved exploring. The first month of discovering new things was great.
My favorite memory: the first kills Mimiron and Yogg-Saron in Ulduar. After thousands wipes... Amazing music.And day of Cataclysm launch. Hour of attempts to enter the game with friends in ventrilo. Unforgettable
My favorite memory of WoW was when I still had no idea how to play, and my friend and I were killing stuff together. We were in Teldrassil, killing the elementals around that lake near Dolanaar. I remember that we spent hours camping Oakenscowl, and clearing the lake of elementals. We somehow managed to level from level 5 to 10, doing only that. Shortly afterwards, my friend fell off of Teldrassil, and he had no idea how to get back up (neither of us knew how to use hearthstones at this point,) so he deleted his character. After he deleted his character, he made a new night elf, and got him to level 5, which is when we learned how to set and use hearthstones. To this day (we started playing around the middle of the Burning Crusade,) whenever I remind him of this, he gets mad about it.
My favorite WoW memory was my guild's very first Baron Geddon kill way back in vanilla. Or rather, the attempt a few tries before it, lol. We had been been at it for almost 2 hours that night, the raid leader's temper was starting to flare, and too many people were not doing what was needed to get him down, although we were SO CLOSE. We barely had the gear to be in there, especially our casters with their low FR since people weren't getting debuffs dispelled, and healers were starting to whine. Then, once again, things start getting out of control as they often tend to do with an inexperienced group right before a wipe. In the chaos, the tank drops, a living bomb goes off too close to the main group, and things go way down hill from there. When the dust finally settles and we're all smoking corpses lying about the cavern, the raid leader, who everyone expects to lose what's left of his short temper busts out laughing over vent. From my vantage point beneath a large chunk of roast Tauren Shaman, I can see what he found so funny. His body, a few hundred pounds of Tauren himself, is dead plastered to the ceiling above the cave entrance. BEST Screenshot I've ever taken (and I'm a screenshot collector). Thankfully, after the laugh he called for a break. We came back, came mighty close on the next attempt, but lo and behold we finally dropped him an attempt later. The sense of triumph and fun we had between that wipe and that victory is my best WoW memory. Ever.Happy Birthday WoWHEAD.com!