I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for the World of Warcraft.  I played for about 2.5 years.  I met quite a few good friends playing.  I’ve even broken bread and shared drink with a couple dozen of them.  My current day job was referred to me by a guild mate.  Previous to this job I even worked at Blizzard for 2 of those years.  I did account investigations, specialist work and before that standard GM work.  It was the wild west of MMO’s when I started there we solved things by the seat of our pants.  GMs didn’t role play with players back then so their were no pantaloons.  Everyone knew the game would be great, no one knew that four years later there would be 10 million subscribers.

I quit the majority of my playing around the same time I left Blizzard.  I’ve come back a few times to hang out with real life friends.  The same way one would sign up and play softball with a group of friends for a few weeks but nothing serious.  I think every gamer should spend a year running a guild in wow, maybe every person period.  Nothing will teach you more about peoples wants and ambitions or how altruistic or petty people can be.  You really see every end of the spectrum.  My time as an in game GM(Guild Master) was actually quite a bit more amazing than my time as a Blizzard employed GM(Game Master).   The guild I ran way back when was called Gypsy Cab Company.  Even back then we were referencing movies.  It’s the name of the cab service everyone uses in the film The Royal Tenenbaums.  We were known back then for being the raucous  guild that while entertaining, was only serious enough to be a few bosses ahead of the curve–nothing server shattering.  Today I’m happy to say they are getting on very well without me.  Today they’re neck and neck for server firsts on Uther.

Being annoying, griefing some might call it, has always been a GCC tradition.  Asking in a trade channel if someone could talk to a guild mate for you because you had heard something bad happened to their parents over the weekend–there’s nothing like bothering a good friend.  Posting the same [Barb of the Sand Reaver] link in trade chat(and guild chat for that matter) every time someone else linked something dumb would always get a rise out of people.  Fishing in Alterac Valley and then mailing the fish to the complainers was always a good way to pass late nights between content patches.  Opening portals on top of graveyards in Alterac Valley, although it started happening on all servers at about the same time I’m pretty sure Don invented that one(or I like to imagine that he did).  Resing people from the same faction in the Gurubashi Arena only to kill them again and laugh, who thought your guild priests would be such a gang of thugs?  Molten Core drinking games–those were the pixelated days.

Today’s comic represents a classic moment in WoW griefing history.  I dedicate it to all GCC members past, present, and future.  Thanks for all the laughs.  And special thanks to Lance for keeping the magic going 3-4 times a week to this day.

A friend of mine from Uther Messaged me on facebook after having read this comic:

Jason

They should have a /hump emote in wow imo

Matthew

They do you roll a druid and press X X X X X X X X X X XX X X XX X X X X X

Make sure you get that spacing right, that’s important.