Nine years ago, my cousin introduced me to online gaming through the game World of Warcraft. It was during my 4th grade spring break that I installed WoW (Burning Crusade at the time) on my Windows Vista Laptop I had just received from my father.
This was the first time I had played a game in a persistent, massive, and multiplayer world. It was like I had just been born into this virtual one, as a brand new person that knew absolutely nothing about it. The first few months I played on multiple trial accounts, just learning about the world, its players, and its mechanics. I was such a noob that I didn’t even look online for any information or help on the game; at the same time I was willing to learn completely by experiencing everything first time and asking around.
The first time I saw Horde I was with my cousin in Elwynn Forest, and I’ll never forget the fear I felt when I discovered that there was a whole other faction that could kill me. He directed me to my world map, and explained, “They walk all the way from the top of the continent to kill us.” I found it hard to sleep that night.
The virtual world was completely separate from real life, but every time I logged in I felt like I was really getting stronger while killing Cayotes and Harvest Watchers in Westfall. Once I finally bought the game, I experienced the first free month and was so satisfied that my sister and I split the fee to buy ourselves 6 more months of epic adventures in Azeroth. Our adventures were only beginning.