Stormwind Decimated, Ironforge Prevails
Old news, but I might as well post this now before I completely forget.
Last Friday, Dbow assembled four raids (over 120 people) to have an all-night dance party at Stormwind and Ironforge. Sadly, the all-night dance party lasted no longer than forty minutes, and everything fell apart by the time we reached Ironforge. At least we left Stormwind in ruins and trampled over countless Alliance in the process.
I spent most of my time playing the tourist and taking screenshots of everything around me. Hey, it’s not often that I get to see these rare sights as Horde. Enjoy!
For those of you interested in dumb WoW stories, here’s how everything went down: First, everyone was ordered to meet at Grom’gol. When I arrived, WoW froze up a few times. The lag was ridiculous. I’d never seen so many people in such a small area before. But I guess I got there right on time because no more than two minutes later, people started rushing out. We stampeded through Stranglethorn Vale, past Duskwood, and poured into Elwynn Forest, where we were commanded to stop. Of course, the stop didn’t last long. “Hordes” of us flooded into Stormwind, destroying everything in our path. I didn’t know where I was going and just kept following whoever was in front of me. It was a rush! And kinda scary since I’m sure that the people in front of me didn’t know where they were going either. Eventually, someone started yelling orders, telling us which paths to take. We followed those orders blindly, where we met Highlord Bolvar Fordragon, or as I like to call him, “some punk paladin”. It took a while, but we knocked the punk over, before storming into the tram area. Two or three people kept spamming the chat, telling us not to go onto the tram. Luckily, I listened to them, and waved goodbye to the few dozen that disobeyed them. We never saw those few dozen again. When enough of us arrived, we jumped on the next tram, cramming as many cows, freaks, and zombies that each cart could hold. We finally arrived at Ironforge, where everything fell apart. As I exited the area, I watched our army crumble as guards and 70’s tore us down. After we destroyed the first wave, I took a break to drink and replenish mana. Bad move. Soon, more Alliance came and overwhelmed me while I was away from the group. I ran back to my corpse a few times, banding together with whoever was around in a desperate attempt to fight our way back to the main group. Little did we know, the raid was already over. Some already hearthed, some disconnected, most were running back to their corpses, and only those with stealth and invisibility were able to survive. I logged off in Ironforge so people could pose next to my lifeless body.
If you ask me, the raid was doomed long before it began. For a successful Ironforge raid, we needed way more than just numbers. Leadership and organization would have taken us to the end. In my opinion, Dbow had the right idea but executed it poorly. He started each group on his own, then when it became full he’d assign a random person as leader while leaving the group to start a new one. What he should have done was have a designated few act as leaders under him. Then as each group became full, assign one of those leaders to direct the group with raid warnings. Dbow and the raid leaders could chat through a private channel or through vent to stay coordinated. But hell, I’m one to talk. I have all these “great ideas” for pugs [pick-up-groups] but I never have the incentive to follow through and see if they work. I hate dealing with people anyways.
Even though the raid ended so abruptly in sadness, I still had tons of fun and I wish that something like this would happen more often. Even if the tables were turned, I think I would have had a blast trying to fight the marauding Horde off!
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