Last night I quit World of Warcraft straight up.
I realized that somewhere along the line I stopped enjoying actually playing it, instead I was stuck in this ridiculous cycle of animal poop quests, grinding reputation with creatures just to wait for weeks for any return, and frustrated with the inherent problem in finding a raid guild that is laid back and doesn't SUCK ASS.
So in order to avoid the temptation to return I sold off all of my gear, sent the gold and a few valuable mats to a friend, and deleted my characters on the handful of servers I've played over the last several years.
It was a bit of a cathartic experience. A lot of fun memories with old friends: the first time I ran Gnomeregan; the many runs with friends through VC; the first time I actually *finished* a run of the longest fucking puzzle instance, Sunken Temple. Going back through the old servers I ran, deleting my characters I wiped away my favorite pvp rogue, the troll Sieben; my first toon to hit level 60, the female night-elf hunter, Freja; and my raiding healer, the draenai shaman Stoat.
But honestly, I already missed the memories. There just isn't any satisfaction to a game that doesn't end, especially when most of your friends have left. I have lost the will to play an online game where you either isolate yourself into pointless quests or are forced to interact with gold farmers, douche-bag noobs or anal retentive raiders.
So I guess I can finally say that I "won" at World of Warcraft in the only real way possible: by leaving.
I am Spartacus! |
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