Guild Drama

One of the best moments in WoW is when a Murloc dies. Not only because Murlocs are evil, nasty, smelly, aggro-loving fishmen, but also because they are such drama queens when they die. I mean, “chewing the scenery” is an understatement. They put their hands to their heads, twirl, gasp mournfully, and then slowly fall to the ground with a plop. Sometimes it takes longer for them to die than it did to kill them. It’s a scene I never fail to smile at — and often laugh out loud.

Well, it’s not so funny when a Murloc dies close to home. My very first WoW guild was for my main, Slig, was called “Murloc Stole My Socks.” I loved the name of the guild so much that I begged to join it and then discovered a bunch of people who played the game like I do — for fun — but without too much sexual innuendo going on. (Since my main is male and I’m female, that kind of thing can lead to some awkward conversations.) In short, I had a blast and loved my guild.

Then about two weeks ago I noticed that my best WoW-friend, Charah, was no longer on the guild roster. Nor was the guild’s founder. In fact, our guild had shrunk in a week from over 100 members to 71 members! We got some odd welcome messages and then some dude I’d never met before became the guild master. Needless to say I felt orphaned. I could never catch Charah online to ask her about it, so while mulling my options, I rolled that BE Priest I told you about yesterday, who is finally high enough to have a page in the armory now.

In the meantime, the new guild master promoted me to Officer, which meant I could recruit. But he gave me such a strict list of guidelines that I could never find anyone who fit the profile. The gossip in the guild was that the original GM started a guild called The Summit for raiding and that we could all “graduate” to go there when we were high level enough. Well, that didn’t make beans worth of sense to me. There’s no reason to form a “sister” guild for raiding. I knew something else was up.

Last night, I was feeling lonely for my main’s friends, and missing my level 50 powers so I logged back in as Slig. Charah was online and I told her I missed my old Murloc buds. She revealed to me that her new guild, appropriately named, “From The Ashes,” was a spinoff of the Murlocs folks who were unhappy with the split. She asked me if I’d like to join and I said, “HECK YES!”

However, it was not all rosy. I felt so guilty and sad to leave the Murlocs. After all, I’d just been promoted to Officer and I think they were expecting me to help solve the attrition problem. However, I knew only 2-3 people who were left in the guild. I felt like an outsider in my own guild. It took several minutes for me to actually press the “Leave Guild” button and my heart sighed a bit. But I knew it was for the best for me. After all, I hadn’t been enjoying playing Slig as much and I dearly wanted to get him to 60. I had to break it to one of my only friends left from the Murlocs (also a recently promoted officer), but he was totally understanding and didn’t hold it against me.

As soon as I pulled up the roster of my new guild, I breathed a sigh of relief. I recognized fully half the names on the list and, of course, Charah was among them. I will probably see if they would invite my alts to the guild as well. It’s so hard to find good folks who play the game your style that I don’t want to flail around looking any more.

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