Anyone familiar with MMOs and World of Warcraft in particular is well aware of the prevalence of drama that tends to permeate the server forums, and guild politics. Until now, I have been a mildly amused observer, of this MMO and raid guild phenomenon.
I am an observer no longer…
This week, a long standing feud between my wife and one of the officers of our guild, came to a head, and my wife was permanently benched from the raid team in retribution. As chivalry dictated, I /gquit, left the raid, hearthed to Shattrath and haven’t looked back. Abryn followed suit a few seconds later, and for the first time since the release of World of Warcraft, I find myself guild-less.
Since April of 2005, I have raided 3-4 nights per week, with a short break to level from 60-70 in the Burning Crusade. As a family man, and father of a beautiful little girl, I have very set play times, and as such, have always been just barely able to keep up with the farming required for the level of progression raiding that I was involved. As of last Saturday, I was down to 314 gold, had not purchased an Epic Flying Mount, and had no time to attempt to replenish my cash reserves.
All that changed on Tuesday night. With no raids planned for the immediate future, I decided to see what all this talk about prevalent money making in Outlands was all about. In three days, with the same time I would have spent in Serpentshrine Cavern spending approximately 100 gold per night, I have amassed close to 2,000 gold! I’ll let you know when I get my epic flyer, and feel confident that I could more than double my gold production as soon as I obtain it.
I could tell you how I am farming it so fast… but then I’d have to kill you.
~Cyndre
These two things (prevalence of raiding and gold grinding) are the two main reasons that, as much as I liked the low end game of WoW, I’ve never gotten past 50. I hope you continue to find it as enjoyable as you have.
Sadly, it was the drama that drove me from WoW. Raiding, though cumbersome, managed to provide some thrill when a boss was downed for the first time. But OMG the drama! I think that kind of thing is inevitable when you have no choice but to deal with 20 or more different people who have different schedules and different priorities in life.
>I could tell you how I am farming it so fast… but then I’d have to kill you.
Blah. =P
[…Blah. =P…]
I’ll give you one hint, that will not require requisite payment of life…
This activity requires a pickaxe, the Gatherer mod, and a few hours of travel around various Outlands zones…
Some secret. I was doin exaclty that last night and do so at least 18 hours spread across the week. Cake money making especially when on commission from guildies and exguildies. Only need 600g and epic flyer is in the bag baby…then on to the asskissing of the netherdrakes for a nifty dragon.
The Flying-only fishing spots are a gold mine.
Both of my 70s have epic mounts. Questing at lvl 70 is really great cash. Also, my mage is double gather; mining and herbalism, and I have an alchemist to turn the herbs into Super Mana and Super Healing pots.
If I had a third 70, I could buy a third epic flyer.
Too much farming, not enough drama. Come on man, spill it. ;)
[…Too much farming, not enough drama. Come on man, spill it. ;)…]
To be or not to be a drama whore? THAT is the question…
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, rr to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream.
Ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of th’unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action!
Dailies can net you 12-19g each, plus stuff found/killed while doing them. It’s how I’m almost able to afford an epic mount on my main alt.
Sorry to hear about the drama. It’s the bad side of raiding, and why I tend to avoid the big grinds.