This gets talked about a lot specifically in regards to WoW, but there is a certain...feeling that it evoked early on. I know this sounds so corny, but there was this real sense of melancholy adventure and wonder in those early days. Like I played a little Night Elf druid and I just remember running in Astranaar and…

that fucking horse. When they shut down WoW you will find me in Kara still trying for that gd horse.

Vashj’ir was just a freaking NIGHTMARE. Yeah, you got a seahorse, and the zone was pretty, and Admiral Taylor was there (before he was an Admiral), but the zone was huge and annoying and underwater combat...UGH. I skipped it every single time.

deadwind pass is still the shit. plus you have to go there to get to kara to check that the horse will NOT drop. as always