Looking for Shagrath on Blackhand · Vanilla
We were guildies who had a lot of fun together and often joked about a [Mageweave Thong].
We were guildies who had a lot of fun together and often joked about a [Mageweave Thong].
You were obsessed with fishing and ran the entire fishing economy on our server. It was hilarious. Would love to reconnect.
You were our MT in <Ascension> from Kara through BT. I was the resto shaman who kept you up through Gorefiend when half the raid was ghosts. You quit right before Sunwell and never said why. If you're going to Forever, I'd like to heal you again.
You were standing outside the Goldshire inn and I asked how to get to Westfall. You gave me 10g, a stack of water, and told me 'don't spend it on the grey items.' I've been chasing that feeling for twenty years. I don't actually know your name — pink pigtails, frostbolt spam. I put 'Frostbolt' because it's all I have.
We ran AV every night for a month trying to hit Grand Marshal before the honor patch. You were a Swedish warrior with a Lok'delar you were very proud of. I moved to Australia, lost my account to a keylogger and never found you again.
You ran <Eclipse> like a ship captain. Loot council, mandatory consumables, a 45-minute speech before every Naxx night. You said you were moving for work and we'd 'stay in touch on MSN.' We did not. I want to hear the speech again.
You tanked Sindragosa in a healing spec because our tank rage-quit and never once complained. I still have the screenshot of the Lich King kill where you're standing on the edge. Your daughter was born the week after. She'd be sixteen now.
Every night for the summer of 2005. Warlock vs warlock. You beat me 200 times and let me win once, on my birthday, and then pretended you hadn't. I've never told anyone that.
You said 'you're not bad, you're just scared.' 1850 rating, 2v2, rogue-priest, the season with the ugly gladiator shoulders. I think about that sentence at work sometimes.
I was the warlock who was always late because I was doing homework. You never summoned without me. My mum thought you were a bad influence. You were the best one I had.
You rolled a 97 and I rolled a 98 and you said 'grats' and meant it. I've felt guilty for six years. Come to Forever and I'll pass on every drop.
You sent me an invitation to the wedding. I didn't go, because I was 19 and thought it would be weird. It would not have been weird. Congratulations, thirteen years late.
You said fishing was the only honest profession in the game. We sat there for an hour and I caught nothing and you caught a Big-Mouth Clam and gave me the pearl. I'm a marine biologist now.
The Lion's Pride Inn, every Thursday. You were the innkeeper who never broke character, even when the Horde raided Goldshire. I have the chat logs. I've never reread them. I might, if you're here.
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