Guild Mum

It’s not even been a week since I left my guild and already it feels so long. I have had so many emotions and feelings over the past few days. So many conversations with so many people. I can see how my leaving could mean that people believed that I thought they weren’t good enough, how they are hurting and how they feel abandoned.

I did not leave because my guild was full of crappy players, I left to be with a group who wanted the same as I did. Who wanted to spend their time (free time and in game) thinking about their characters, looking a Elitist Jerks websites, Lootrank, WOW Heroes and all those sort of places. People who even if at they seem to be at the top of their game, still push for more. People who tell me to shhh on vent (grrrr Ferus - you shushed me! ME!).

I miss the friends in my old guild. I miss people saying Hello when I log in. I miss people humouring my Croc questing addiction and my constant grind for pets.

I have had fun raiding with my new guild, but it’s a different sort of fun. It’s not the side-splitting, wet your knickers laughing fun I have had before, but it’s still fun. We had a few laughs in our Ulduar raid, but not quite the same as before. I think they will come, but we’re very focussed just now.

We went to Ulduar last night and got down to serious business. We downed 8 bosses. It felt good. It felt smooth, it was slick. Apparently it was trinket night, because lots of us got shiny new trinkets - including me! I got my number 2 on my list trinket - the second best thing I can get in game currently according to LootRank and including Heroic and Hard modes. I got a shiny new Spark of Hope.

I think for me the name says it all.