The tutorials were essentially non-existent, and that meant relying on sites like wow gold classic, WoWwiki and the Thotbot. To have a hope of understanding what you were doing you had to read the pursuit logs, and that wasn't foolproof--see Mankrik's wife in the entrance below. Basically, your ten levels in WoW were like trying to assemble IKEA furniture while buried alive. It was frequently confusing that players would resort to incorporating third-party add-ons such as Quest Helper just to get some awareness of purpose of direction.

Yes, yes. If you play WoW, you believe you know grinding. You have spent an evening or two murdering the insistent mobs in a dull area. But mention the'g' term to some WoW veteran and you're going to see the thousand-yard stare of a special forces veteran. Can you call it grinding unless you spent that three literal weeks, and I do mean -- killing zhevra charger and plainstriders in The Barrens? The problem was acute in the sprawling Kalimdor zone that is famously, but the mill was present everywhere. It had been compounded by the absence of quests and the approaches to gain XP. You did not get XP from PvP or careers, and without Dungeon Finder, running an instance was worth the time it took to assemble a group. However hard you tried to prevent it, you'd need to spend a couple evenings murdering mobs. Or, more correctly, a couple weeks.

This one is somewhat partisan, since it is a faction-specific encounter (I did perform Alliance also, fair ). But mention vanilla WoW to a Horde player and it is likely they will recall the majesty and depravity of Barrens chat: a frothing piss-cauldron of Chuck Norris jokes, tepid bants, and fresh players searching for Mankrik's wife in Consumed by Hatred, the very famously obscure quest in the history of the match. Much of how busy Barrens chat used to be was due to its layout. It was a massive area with flight paths that are isolated.

In addition, it was under attack by Alliance players who might jump off cheap wow classic gold at Ratchet, sprint to the Crossroads, and murder each of the quest givers. It had been an area you could waste months in, with size and variation in mobs to accommodate players. This combination of time scale, and action meant there was lots of time for chat - most of it spent between towns because of the flight paths that were lacking --and there was plenty to talk. 'Chuck Norris doesn't have an ESC key on his computer', etc..