I have complicated, conflicted feeling about World of Warcraft. I’ve been playing since launch, almost ten years, and I’ve never wanted to quit so much as I do now. I’ve also never been in such a good guild and wanted to stay so much as I do right now. I ache with indecision.
Blizzard have made some terrible, terrible moves recently. The marketing and media output for Warlords of Draenor has been appalling. Cynwise quit, and I can’t blame him. I don’t want to go on a boy’s trip to a savage land of savages. I feel let down by a company that has brought me so many good times and good people. I feel deeply uncomfortable giving money to a company that makes people — my friends — feel alienated and unwanted.
At the same time, it’s those very friends and guildmates that make me want to stay.
Waypoint had an excellent night in Seige of Orgrimmar this week. We finally downed Siegecrafter Blackfuse, and then after only a couple of attempts, defeated the Paragons of Klaxxi. After Blackfuse was down, Cynwise joined our Mumble server to give us congratulations and wish us luck, and suddenly we were all raiding with meerkat-shaped lumps in our throats. At least, I think it was all of us. I certainly was.
The whole night was a huge morale boost. Rezz, Snacks and Cat are doing a brilliant job of leading the raid, the guild, and the healing team respectively. I hope they know that.
At the end of the night as we ported out of the raid and started saying our good-nights, one guildmate breathlessly sung Happy Birthday in Marilyn Monroe style to another. I laughed, and I thought: How could I leave these people and the game that brings us together?
When I keep logging in every week, it’s because of these people.