I don’t care if it’s a mess. I don’t care if it’s embarrassing. Post it anyway.
Let’s see what we got in the old closet here…
Whoo, talk about a mess. And I haven’t even opened all the other bags and the two overflowing herb bags. But because I’m sure you don’t wanna see all the random crap I’ve accumulated, we’ll just look through the main portion here…
Plain Letter: This is a letter the boyfriend sent me after level 4 Tawyn ran around Teldrassil in a desperate attempt to get to this “Stormwind place”. He apparently made a desperate attempt himself to get to “Night Elf place” and wound up somewhere in Arathi Highlands. The letter details his attempt and his resolve to try again later.
You’d better believe I still have this letter.
Chicken Egg: My first mini-pet. Somebody showed me how to get it and helped me set up a /chicken macro. I never bothered to get rid of that macro… it’s still there in my macro menu.
Wood Frog Box,
Parrot Cage (Senegal),
and Clockwork Rocket Bot: Minipets that did not wind up in my bags with the other 12 or 13 odd minipets that I usually carry around. Hmm, so that‘s why I never have bagspace.
Chestnut Mare Bridle: Ahh, Tawyn’s first mount. Her name was Buckles. Yes, I name my mounts. So sue me.
Gladiator’s Chain Helm,
Merciless Gladiator’s Chain Gauntlets,
and Merciless Gladiator’s Chain Spaulders… the PvP gear that I pull out when I want to add more o’ them PvP tokens to my collection, or when no one responds to my “BORED HUNTER WILL DO ANYTHING I HAVE TRAPS AND COOKIES AND HUGS” pleas in LFG. …which is actually quite frequently. /sob
Cat Carrier (White Kitten): was given to me as a present for answering a quiz question in guild chat. I still remember the question. “What anime includes the name of a WoW profession in the title?” Yeah, easy question, I was the first to answer so I got a kitty in the mail. What a deal!
The Gunblade: This is never leaving my possession. I will never forget the story behind this. I was level 65ish and a guildie who’d I’d been instancing with for a while took me all the way out to Blasted Lands, telling me he had a surprise for me. He handed me a package with the Gunblade in it, as well as an ammo pouch and bullets, and then he /saluted me and informed me that it was my present for being a good hunter. The gun served me well until 70, and yeah… it’s stayin’.
/stoically stops thinking of old guild
Sonic Spear: Such good memories of when this dropped. I can’t bear to get rid of it.
Guild Tabard: Tawyn will always and forever wear the Private’s Tabard, because it fits her character and looks nice, but ya never know when you’ll need a guild tabard… at least for a screenshot or two.
And yeah, see all those other bags? Those are stuffed full of various holiday items, nostalgic gear, nostalgic quest rewards, and the mandatory RP gear (I actually have never been one for “RP outfits”, figuring my characters’ RP outfits are their gear… but you never know!)
It appears that Tawyn, just like her human player counterpart, cannot bear to throw anything away. Adding new stuff to the bank is always an agonizing thing. And so many times I’ve staunchly said “Today is the day I organize my bank!”, marched up to the banker, and… found that I couldn’t bear to toss anything. Hi, my name is Pike, and I have a problem.
Please tell me I’m not the only one! /whimper