It wasn’t really fun anymore.
It felt like a job. Got to get to 80 so I can keep doing my thing, not because I want to. So after a week of playing my Shaman, I hopped over to the alliance side (the other faction), where all of my real-life friends play. It’s a close group of people that started out as me, Dave, and Jason, friends from my freshman year (and Jason’s wife, Lora the Maker of Gloriously Great Cookies—she sent me some last week trying to cure me of my “Hordeliness”) and has grown into a decent little group of about 10 or so players. I’m the leader of our little team (which in turn is part of a much larger guild) and we have done very very well in game progression. (Quick explanation: you can just play by yourself until you hit the highest level, but to progress from there you need to do things that require a group). For those who know what this means, we cleared a Zul’Aman timed run our second time in the zone—and yes it was after Patch 3.0 but I’m still impressed we did it at all. While playing with them this weekend I realized that I was having a significantly more fun time over on that side.
So with heavy heart, I wrote my class leader and guild leaders over in the Squirrel Legion to let them know that I will no longer be raiding (raids are the biggest groups, dungeons that require 10 or 25 people to complete) with the Squirrels. I simply don’t have time to play all my characters in two guilds and maintain two raiding schedules, and besides I would rather play with my real-life friends. That’s why I started playing in the first place—to play with friends. But all my real-life friends from the Horde side pretty much quit playing years ago.
So I am retiring my horde characters from full-time raiding. Oh sure, I’ll still play them, probably even raid a bit here and there as I can, and I’ll still be a member of the Squirrel Legion, many of whom I do consider friends, but my focus in-game will be on my Alliance characters.
So thank you to the Squirrel Legion for 3 years of WarCraft. I still remember the Day that Rob invited me and how excited I was to join up—I was doing the Christmas season Greench quest in the Alterac Mountains when I was invited.
Thanks to Allan, Steve, and Chris for introducing me to the game in the first place.
Thanks to Jeremy, Cheryl, Rob, Kimball, and Adam for all being wonderful guild leaders.
Thanks to Kelli, Tom, Mike, and Cindy for all being great class leaders.
Thanks to the warlocks for putting up with me not being such a great class leader for like, a month.
Thanks to Christian for providing my Yale foil, you Harvard scum you!
Thanks to Ben for providing, well, I’m not sure what I can classify it as. Persecution? “Awww, Mormon tears.” Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.
And thanks to everybody else who has been or is a member of the Squirrel Legion. Raiding with you has been so hilarious at times, from the days in Molten Core where we tried to blow up Cheryl, where Pete yells “I regret nooooothing!” over Ventrilo as he charges in, to drunken Zul’Gurub, to my warlock tanking Leotheras the Blind (most nerve-wracking thing I’ve done in-game—praying the whole time that I wouldn’t flub it up and get us all killed), to the total chaos that is the Kil’Jaeden fight. Though at this point I will have more fun on the alliance side and am switching my focus accordingly, I still have a very large screenshot file of all the hilarity and success that has been Squirrel Legion raiding for the past few years. And I will not be a stranger.
From Onyxia . . .

to Kil’Jaeden the Deceiver (hopefully we’ll go back and kill him, and I’ll get to come, but that’s up to the GLs) . . .

it’s been quite a ride. Thank you.




