Your last five hours in WoW

Initially I came across this post from Larissa at the Pink Pigtail Inn as I meandered my way though some blogs... but it wasn't until reading about it again here at the hunter blog 35 Yards that I thought much about it.

"Let’s hypothetically assume Blizzard goes out of business and decides to shut down their servers and WoW for good. You have 5 hours before the server shutdown is permanent. What would you do in 5 hours?"

The original question was asked by Matticus in an interview with Phaelia early this year. There are some interesting comments on both entries, and like myself Gnomer over at Gnomeaggedon has decided it's a subject worth looking into. Jump here to his entry.

Personally I would like to visit Onyxia again in her cave, with the motley crew of misfits and wannabes from Blackrock that I first had the pleasure of taking her on with. None of us had ever so much as set foot in her cave before, let alone experienced the various phases of the fight, or the multitude of exciting and fun ways to wipe the entire raid.

We spent a good few weeks discovering these... It seemed like no matter how hard we tried, there was always -someone- who couldn't manage to stay out of her flame breath. Always -someone- not spreading out enough during the airborne phase. Someone standing on a crack in phase three. People aggroing the whelps as we enter the cave to take our initial positions, but perhaps the most common wipe of all was when Ony would casually swat a careless player with her tail, sending them tumbling into the whelp caves of death.

All this lead up is what made the kill so sweet in the end. We actually downsized to a 28man raid for "one last crack at it before bed" and somehow, we got her down. Only a handful of us were left standing after 10 minutes, the rest watching on the edge of their seats. Unbelievable tension. All quiet on vent except a few commands from the raid leader but by the end we were well into phase 3, everyone knew what to do and where to stand. It became a war of attrition, until at last after what seemed like an eternity on 1% Onyxia gave up the ghost, and victory was ours!

Vent errupted. Cheering, yelling, and even singing the like of which I've not seen since and doubt I will again. This was the defining moment for me in WoW. This was when I became a raider. The bar was raised, never to be lowered, and the depths of Molten Core beckoned.

Unfortunately that guild broke up a couple of weeks later. Perhaps the strain was too much for us, even though we were eventually successful. I regret that I'm no longer in contact with any of those players from Blackrock, however I'm sure not a single one of us will forget that moment, that sense of triumph, of teamwork, that taste of victory.

Of course.... 5 hours is a long time. Ony wouldn't keep me busy for that long, even if I was back in my level 60 blues with the original crew... So what else would I do?

Epic World PvP in Hillsbrad!

Anyone who was fortunate enough to experience this phenomena would have to agree that WoW has not been the same since. There was definitely something awe-inspiring about cresting that hill on some quest or other as a lowbie, and seeing hordes or horde to the north, and masses of allies to the south, with a 50 or 60 yard dead zone between the two armies.

And then a warrior charges, and then its on! I only wish I made it to level 60 before the advent of battlegrounds so I could have been more involved...

What about this one.... with 5 hours of game time left, what would you absolutely, positively, NOT do?

• fishing?
• PuG H MgT?
• farm primals?
• LBRS?
• mediate guild dramas?