MMO Stories: Thank heaven for little girls.

It's been a long, long time since I played World Of Warcraft. After two brief bouts of getting a character or two to levels in the mid-thirties, I manage to break my addiction. Even membership (and friendship with some of the higher-ups) in the Penny Arcade affiliated guild Exuberance couldn't keep me around for The Burning Crusade. I escaped the Lich King's wrath, and missed out on the Cataclysm, so you can't pin that one on me. I don't even remember most of my characters, despite playing around with most of the races and classes on both sides of the coin and dumping a fair amount of hours into things.



And a final destination it was surely to be, for our final, inevitable destruction? All we had to do was die, taunting or dancing on the way if we could. The auction house floor rapidly became an abbatoir for little girls, a sea of pink-tufted, dead flesh that seemed like something right out of some pervert's wet nightmare. Screencaps were taken rapid-fire, judging by some of the chat noise, mine unfortunately lost to a hard-drive crash, and you could see a great deal more Horde player-characters in laugh animations looking over the aftermath than anyone who seemed to take any serious affront.

After that, WoW was never quite the same for me. I managed to eke out another quarter of a year exploring, and enjoying the thrill of finding more hidden quests or sneaking around Horde territory as Alliance, dodging NPC and player patrols alike, but nothing would ever match such a glorious passing in the Orcish capital. I'd have a hard time believing you if you said we were the first to do it, and I'm sure there were more, similar raids that followed, but that one afternoon was more than enough to dismiss any reservations I had about my Alliance leanings.

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