Mine would have to be back in the original beta. It was the last day of beta, and everyone was logging on to try and get a few more levels. I had logged out in IF, so when I logged in, I came fave-to-face with infernals and all other kinds of demons. All over were skeletons of people who had tried to get away from them, and bodies from when they had just given up. I spent a few hours just running around trying to be killed by all the demons there. The developers really had a field day showing who was the boss. I only stopped when I got kicked off as the servers went down. That was a fun day.
I remember the days when I just started playing wow, as my first MMO. Yes, I was a noob, but I loved it. Discovering a new experience in gaming, I've never had. I can remember logging in and created a human, doing some quests and finally hit the level to do Deadmines. It was tough, I died alot and didn't know what to do. I had to go to the city, to get my new skills of a higher lvl. Everytime I saw a new skill, i didn't know yet. It didn't felt like a rush to the max level, like it feels now. Everyone was helpful. Yes it's a boring answer, but back in the day, I enjoyed my adventure, instead of a game.
Back during vanilla, the AQ invasion event and war effort. Spending weeks raising resources, racing the opposing faction and other realms. The infilitating of towns like Camp Mojache by the AQ insects. And then finally, opening the gates... multiple horde and alliance raids all side by side fighting off everything that came out. Good times.
Level 46. I was new to World of Warcraft, and The Burning Crusade had been released. I managed to get into a guild that my real life friend was in and I made some good friends. One day, at level 46, a Shaman friend took me into Outland (Via Warlock Summon). We explored Shattrath which was huge and totally awesome. Then he took me into Nagrand, we farmed Ogres for a short time so I could get friendly with the Mag'har, and I set my hearthstone to Garadar, which it stayed right up until level 70. Then he took me through Zangarmarsh, I was/am a Tauren Druid, but always hated Kodos, so I had been working on getting Orgrimmar reputation for a wolf, but I didn't obtain that until level 49, so I was running through Zangamarsh in Travel Form, I remember such an awesome feeling of wonder at the Fen Striders. We finally got into Hellfire Peninsula, and the dreaded Fel Reaver, just north of Hellfire Citadel at level 46 I encounter the first of many "squashes" by the Fel Reaver. Forsaking all that, my most cherished moment of the experience, another guild friend, a priest had come along to us in Hellfire, and just as we were greeting her, the Fel Reaver came along to kill me again, I managed to get into Bear Form, and I SURVIVED the first hit. The single most epic memory of this game, and of this, my favourite day/time in World of Warcraft, was that I managed to survive an attack from the Fel Reaver.(edited formatting)
All my favorite memories are from Vanilla Wow, when 40 men progress was epic for me. The most favorite is probably from Moltencore when we managed to kill Ragnaross before adds as a realm first, but old school Nefarian first kill is maybe on the same place in my top moments, It was really epic moment when we got him down after weeks of progress. Our raid leader promised us that he will sing "We are the champions" song from Queen when we get Nefarian down. We did it and he really sang for us, it was terrible, but noone cared how it sounds, we were the Champions in our eyes...I have strange sentimental feelings right now and I miss these old times so much.
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My favourite moment in WoW would have to be my first kill of High King Maulgar. It was my first 25man raid experience, and to also be the only DPS Warrior in the raid when the bracers dropped was just the icing on the cake. Nothing's topped that yet, and I doubt it ever will. <3
Raiding with my old guild back in Wrath, Wrath was the first time I got to raid and I had so much fun raiding with everyone but sadly the guild fell apart right before cata hit and while most of them went to the same guild I went back to an alt guild I had started back in BC and got it rolling for the first time, I still see my old guildies once in awhile and recently got invited to down heroic LK with them but I dont get to see them as much as I'd like.
My favourite memory is when you reached lvl 60 back in vanilla Wow, everyone was in Stranglethorn Valley and killed each other... Miss those days
I cannot name a single memory that has stood out in my mind. It's extremely hard to do, as I've made a lot of them.Maybe my first all-cities FTA raid will do for me.Let's start off with a little backstory. I started out as Horde. My first character was my shaman, a female troll with a bright green mohawk. And the pretty face, can't forget the pretty face! She was level 40 when BC came out. Me and my now husband started playing at the same time. Long Story short, I started playing with RL friends, BC came out, they hit 70 and started raiding, I was still leveling, I went and found a guild, stuff hit the fan, RL economy went to hell, I quit for a while, all my RL friends quit. Fast Forward: I came back after a 2-year hiatus. We finally got out finances settled, got our own place again. We moved to a different state, and made more friends. Some of them played WoW, on a different server on Alliance side. Well, me and my husband decided to give it another go. So we rolled DK's on this new server, and picked up our old druid and shaman, and headed over. We already had a guild, thanks to the friends we had on the server already. Knowing people in real life and helping them move sorta helps that. Fast forward a few months. A few of my guild mates decided that they wanted to do a For The Alliance raid. The problem: Horde outnumbered Alliance about 2:1 on that server. My idea was, keep it secret. No yelling on Trade or in General. Everyone in the raid knew someone else on the server (it was like living in a small town, everyone knew everyone...), so getting the raid together was simple: ask a friend, friend asks guild mates, guildmates ask friends, on and on. We had about 30 people in the raid, including about 2-3 locks and one lonely mage. I was on my shaman, I was not only the main healer, I was also the "star" of the group. No one else in the group at the time knew anything about the Horde cities. I was the "tour guide," they put a star on my head, and everyone followed me. We did have a spy, of sorts: my husband had a low-level undead rogue that he liked to use to goof off with. He hopped onto that character, and used it to check Trade chat for us. He also used said character to mess with us. My husband is a jokester, and loves messing with people, so he kept sapping one of our guildmates whenever he could.First city we hit was Silvermoon. Normally one would consider this a bad move, since hitting Org would be the first step in a "successful" FTA. Well, we had a sound strategy: Keep the mage alive, and pop a portal as soon as the leader is dead. Simple, yet affective. Lor'themar was a bit tricky, since he is surrounded by all of those guards, but we got him. Next stop was Thunder Bluff. They were all gathering in UC, expecting us to go quick to there, but nope! Lifts and bridges were hardly a problem, even without the flying we got now. Cairne was dead, and so now we can go to...Undercity. The Banshee Queen is our enemy. But the Horde were onto us. They had just started to figure out our plans. Our rogue spy kept watch, looking for signs of the Horde nemesis. Two orcs met us outside the throne room, but we made it. We got her down, and out the portal quickly! We waited. Let the Horde settle their bloodlusts. And then, we regrouped, and set sail for Orgrimmar. This was always the hardest part, because if the Horde weren't in Dalaran, they were in Orgrimmar. We set Orgrimmar for last, which is usually considered a very bad move, as the Horde will be expecting it by now. But we let them calm down, get to their dungeon queues, go eat dinner. They had forgotten all about us. We went into the Valley of Spirits entrance. We had no time to stop. "Don't stop running until we get to the throne room. This is the last stop. If we can't keep the mage alive, just die, spirit rez, and hearth." Luckily, I am an excellent healer, and kept him alive. We killed Thrall. Ahhh, Thrall. The best leader the Horde ever knew. Even if I was still Alliance now, I wouldn't be able to muster any excitement to go kill Garrosh. He just sucks. But, I digress....We made it all the way, without ever announcing it to Trade chat until the deed was done. We all met in Dalaran for an obligatory Bear Parade, and shoved it the faces of all of the Horde on that server. And that will be the story that will stick out in my mind, because it was one of the few times where people on the Alliance side, especially on my old server, ever worked together without everyone in the group being from the same guild. I really wish I knew what had happened to that mage. He was a guildmate of mine, Muleyone, who had a heart condition. He stopped playing due to his health, and he was a really good guy. So I dedicate this story to him, the mage who got us the hell out of there.Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I have no TL;DR for you, so you will have to read it. Sorry.*note: I am now Horde on another server. My old server was crappy and low population, so I guess that's why any good memory sticks out well from that era of WoW for me. Especially this one. Fun times.
My favorite memory is from TBC when I was the raid leader for our guild's second group. We didn't get much further than Kara before WotLK came out, but I'll never forget the awesome memories we made in that castle. :)
My favourite moment in WoW was when I was forced to tank a raid for the first time. This was after a couple of wipes to Patchwerk 25. It was my first time stepping into Naxxaramas. And I had just hit level 80 on my very first character barely an hour before. Also, I had NEVER tanked in my WoW life up to that point.Needless to say I was terrified and shaking, but the dreadful anticipation was shiftly ended when Patchie 1-shot my toon. It was shocking, numbing and so memorable.