I remember the day when white shoulders were an option for rogue twinks.
I remember when fishing gear was rare on a 19.
I remember not being in a twink guild.
I remember Legging of the Fang.
I remember farming leg kit mats.
I remember the thousands of gold I have made on twink pants.
I remember when I didn’t have tokens in my mail after every WSG game.
I remember studying a premade, watching how skillfully they backed each other up on the field.
I remember telling people “just give me two, maybe three people and WSG will be ours.”
I remember when I watched players moves and skill, learning to weed out the morons and the real players.
I remember the first whisper of someone coming over to say “great game”.
I remember the first whisper of someone coming over to say “l2play.”
I remember when Rumsey Rum Black Label had to be fished and was a treat.
I remember showing people how to go to the Old Hillsbrad instance to get rum.
I remember when the trash talk in the forum made people quit.
I remember my anger over having, yet again, consoling someone over what a forum troll.
I remember being in the middle of drama after drama … but somehow not being burned, a skill itself.
I remember defining Graveyard Camping.
I remember having /dance parties in the Horde flag room with Horde.
I remember buying my Shadowfang.
I remember that I have forgotten more than these new twinks remember.
I remember playing for the same joy today as I did then.
This “old-school” twink rogue can still keep up in damage with hunters. I can protect my flag carrier while doing it too.
I can do all of this while figuring out where I keybound my stealth.