Faction Switching, or "I got what I wanted and now I'm sad"
My first 70 was a draenei hunter named Proverbial (renamed Proverbiel because I got reported for not having an RP enough name. Hmph.) She was the first toon I ever went raiding on, the first toon I ever maxxed a set of professions with. I invested tons of time in her leatherworking skill and getting lots of silly purple patterns (don't think I got all of the ones available pre-WotLK, but I had a lot of them). I loved her. Loved her to bits.
Then, for a bunch of reasons, I went Horde. Rolled a tankypally and never looked back. Loved the guild I was with until stuff happened and eventually my housemate convinced me to bring my tankypally to her server and guild (which turns out to have a ton of people I know IRL in it). Love it, very happy, have lots of fun.
I missed Provvy though. I lamented the lost effort put into her. I missed that epic draenei ass. I missed Hubris (my Humar the Pridelord that I ran my Alliance butt out to the Barrens to get at level 24). I often whined on about wanting to defect so I could bring her over.
Faction changes get announced. I flip out. I know what I'm gonna do.
Faction changes go live yesterday. As soon as I find out I log off so I can put through the faction change. As soon as that goes through I put in the server transfer. This morning, I log in to Silver Hand and my character list shows "Proverbial", Troll Hunter, and my heart breaks into two pieces - the piece that's *thrilled* because I've finally gotten to move Provvy to where she belongs and I can play her and have FUN again, and the piece that feels that she isn't Provvy anymore. The only thing that's changed is her race but she feels *different*.
Teel dear: Faction change seems awesome, but feels funny. Now I'm sitting here wondering what to do with feeling all weirded out.
Then, for a bunch of reasons, I went Horde. Rolled a tankypally and never looked back. Loved the guild I was with until stuff happened and eventually my housemate convinced me to bring my tankypally to her server and guild (which turns out to have a ton of people I know IRL in it). Love it, very happy, have lots of fun.
I missed Provvy though. I lamented the lost effort put into her. I missed that epic draenei ass. I missed Hubris (my Humar the Pridelord that I ran my Alliance butt out to the Barrens to get at level 24). I often whined on about wanting to defect so I could bring her over.
Faction changes get announced. I flip out. I know what I'm gonna do.
Faction changes go live yesterday. As soon as I find out I log off so I can put through the faction change. As soon as that goes through I put in the server transfer. This morning, I log in to Silver Hand and my character list shows "Proverbial", Troll Hunter, and my heart breaks into two pieces - the piece that's *thrilled* because I've finally gotten to move Provvy to where she belongs and I can play her and have FUN again, and the piece that feels that she isn't Provvy anymore. The only thing that's changed is her race but she feels *different*.
Teel dear: Faction change seems awesome, but feels funny. Now I'm sitting here wondering what to do with feeling all weirded out.