My little Isisxotic isn’t so little anymore.
I started playing WoW (again) during the fall of 2007. I had picked it up again in a fit of boredom. I had an toon or two languishing in the 20-25 range, and had even wrangled my boyfriend into playing, but I dreaded hitting the 30 slump. In October, at an alumni reunion, I was drinking my beer and attempting to ignore the football game when I overheard a college buddy say “So, yeah, we went into SSC yesterday and my mage was rockin’”
Woah woah woah…
I turned to him and said “Wait a second… WoWer?”
He looked at me in disbelief, and we both looked around furtively before confessing to our mutual addiction.
Two days later, I rerolled on his server with my boy. Our ‘lock / priest duo leveled insanely fast, and my mage buddy introduced us to a great group of people before abandoning WoW for law school (silly boy and his “priorities”). When we hit 70, we jumped into the guild that had been waiting for us headfirst.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
