Okay, so, I guess I never really stopped loving WoW.  I mean, I can sit here and cry and complain about it all afternoon long but at the end of the day it’s still a game I’ve been playing on and off for nearly a decade.  That’s commitment.  It’s like marriage.  And timewalking is rekindling the spark.

See, earlier today I wound up in a Halls of Lightning group with four other people all from the same guild.  I am 99% sure that they had never even stepped foot in this dungeon before, judging by the many deaths and missteps.  But they were having a good old time and I got to play the part of the Old Hand who could point out that no, you actually have to run to the back of the room during Ionar’s spark thing.

I haven’t felt like the Old Hand in a long time.

I also haven’t felt like “Oh gods if I don’t DPS my heart out, the group will completely fail”, in a long time.  But that’s where I was today with this dungeon.

It felt good.  It brought me right back.  Right back to good ol’ runs in Naxx pugs.

Timewalking makes me happy 🙂