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I hate that good things have to end. I hate saying goodbye. :(
Pinnacle disbanded today. The guild is still there, with some 60 odd members left to the name, but it’s disbanded to me. The core players are gone, the heart of the guild that raised and nurtured it all the way to Chromaggus in Blackwing Lair…
I had thought that I might stay, after Sepheus left, so that I could pick up the pieces as a leader. I had been in line to be an officer, I knew, but when Seph moved on, I just sat back quietly in the background and watched the guild fall to pieces. One by one, we moved our separate ways. We were set back time and time again, as the core pieces broke off and left. We tried to recruit more to fill in the blanks, but as I sat in raids full of names and voices I didn’t recognize, I realized it wasn’t Pinnacle anymore. It was just a few originals trying to glue it back together into what it was. I was fine with that, just working with those few who’d been here as long as me, but then Gralin left, then Starky, then Taddor, and I realized that it was time to move on. And god, did it hurt. When I finally stuttered out my farewell and worked up the nerve to type the irrefutable /gquit, I realized how hollow it felt to stand there dead at the Spirit Guide, knowing there would never be another ZG run. There would be no Molten Core, no more Blackwing Lair. No Chromaggus. And Pinnacle would never return triumphant to Stormwind, bearing the head of Nefarion. And it hurt. All I could think of were the insanely hilarious moments where I laughed so hard I cried, running around Stranglethorn as pirates or of ridiculous instance runs or parading in a line around IF and lagging the entire city by spamming our AoE or the magnificent blast of cheering and yelling in my ears as we downed each new boss in turn, Lucifron, Magmadar, Ghennas, Geddon, Shazzrah... the triumphant screams as we downed Ragnaros for the first time, so loud I had to disconnect my headphones and let the sounds rage out of my speakers instead. I’d never hear that again. I’d never even roll someone for gold.
It was simply over.
So I sent Vin all my gold, and rerolled on another server with a few of the originals. And we’ll build it up again, with new people and new classes, as another faction…
But I guess some part of me doesn’t really want to. Just because it won’t be the same. I had joined Pinnacle in December, and left on April 11th. I had known these people for four months, had their voices memorized. Knew their real names, the names of their wives and their kids and where they lived or went to college. I had to make a separate tab for whispers simply because I carried on so many private conversations during raids. I came to be respected, to have responsibility. I was finally promoted to the head of the healing classes. I was Priest Centurion. Had I stayed, I would have been promoted to a high officer. I was one of the handful of originals remaining. I could have been somebody. But I wanted to be somebody in Pinnacle. Not these ragtag remains. Always reminded of what it used to be. That we could have slain Nefarion by now, if we hadn’t of fallen apart.
It’s all gone now. :(
I guess nobody would really understand this. It is, after all, a game. But I had played Tovar for 42 days of gametime and six months of real time. And I have just lost about 90 friends.
/sigh
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Pinnacle disbanded today. The guild is still there, with some 60 odd members left to the name, but it’s disbanded to me. The core players are gone, the heart of the guild that raised and nurtured it all the way to Chromaggus in Blackwing Lair…
I had thought that I might stay, after Sepheus left, so that I could pick up the pieces as a leader. I had been in line to be an officer, I knew, but when Seph moved on, I just sat back quietly in the background and watched the guild fall to pieces. One by one, we moved our separate ways. We were set back time and time again, as the core pieces broke off and left. We tried to recruit more to fill in the blanks, but as I sat in raids full of names and voices I didn’t recognize, I realized it wasn’t Pinnacle anymore. It was just a few originals trying to glue it back together into what it was. I was fine with that, just working with those few who’d been here as long as me, but then Gralin left, then Starky, then Taddor, and I realized that it was time to move on. And god, did it hurt. When I finally stuttered out my farewell and worked up the nerve to type the irrefutable /gquit, I realized how hollow it felt to stand there dead at the Spirit Guide, knowing there would never be another ZG run. There would be no Molten Core, no more Blackwing Lair. No Chromaggus. And Pinnacle would never return triumphant to Stormwind, bearing the head of Nefarion. And it hurt. All I could think of were the insanely hilarious moments where I laughed so hard I cried, running around Stranglethorn as pirates or of ridiculous instance runs or parading in a line around IF and lagging the entire city by spamming our AoE or the magnificent blast of cheering and yelling in my ears as we downed each new boss in turn, Lucifron, Magmadar, Ghennas, Geddon, Shazzrah... the triumphant screams as we downed Ragnaros for the first time, so loud I had to disconnect my headphones and let the sounds rage out of my speakers instead. I’d never hear that again. I’d never even roll someone for gold.
It was simply over.
So I sent Vin all my gold, and rerolled on another server with a few of the originals. And we’ll build it up again, with new people and new classes, as another faction…
But I guess some part of me doesn’t really want to. Just because it won’t be the same. I had joined Pinnacle in December, and left on April 11th. I had known these people for four months, had their voices memorized. Knew their real names, the names of their wives and their kids and where they lived or went to college. I had to make a separate tab for whispers simply because I carried on so many private conversations during raids. I came to be respected, to have responsibility. I was finally promoted to the head of the healing classes. I was Priest Centurion. Had I stayed, I would have been promoted to a high officer. I was one of the handful of originals remaining. I could have been somebody. But I wanted to be somebody in Pinnacle. Not these ragtag remains. Always reminded of what it used to be. That we could have slain Nefarion by now, if we hadn’t of fallen apart.
It’s all gone now. :(
I guess nobody would really understand this. It is, after all, a game. But I had played Tovar for 42 days of gametime and six months of real time. And I have just lost about 90 friends.
/sigh
http://files.filefront.com/pinnbaybaympg/;4965027;;/fileinfo.html