I have sunk countless hours into World of Warcraft. For me, the glory days were back in Wrath of the Lich King. Icecrown Citadel was truly an epic experience. Arthas’ rise to grace and fall to damnation was probably one of the greatest stories Blizzard has ever told. The Death Knight was instantly my favourite class when it was introduced, it has been my main ever since. Northrend music and scenery was amazing. Dalaran was a pretty cool city. Overall, the peak for WoW in my eyes.
Then Cataclysm came. It was alright, nothing too amazing. It gave us the worst raid experience ever; Dragon Soul. We got to conclude Deathwing’s chapter in Azeroth by beating down his tentacled remains in the maelstrom. Thrall was, once again, given the limelight and became this infallible demi-god like Orc, taking all the god damn credit for our efforts. He Gave Garrosh the title of Warchief and left with his merry band of shamans to tame those pesky elements.
Then came Pandaria. The mess, the grind, the tiresome chore that was Pandaria. The Pandas themselves were hypocritical drunkards,
“Hey, we don’t want your pointless race war! Settle your differences you ignorant fools!”
“Oh, wait, Mogu, Mantid and Yaungol? No thanks, let’s put up a massive wall to keep them out of our lands and relentlessly exterminate them if they manage to get through.”
– Taran-Zhu, Leader of the Shado-Pan (The apparently really strong ninja monk fighter pandas)