You might have spent it in Freeport shouting to save the game. You might have spent it spawning a final dragon before the servers went black for good. How did I spend it? Not on my level 60’s. Not on toons that I had spent hours perfecting. No, I spent my last hours training the absolutely shit out of some people north of Freeport.
Rallos Zek was there and people showed up in droves to take him down. In all honesty, I initially cared. We brought him down to his knees but things fell apart once he healed. Just then, my roommate walked into the room and the whole night would go down in infamy. I logged on to a 33 shaman named Corrigan. He logged on to a 31 rogue named Oriose. We proceeded to kill 74 other players over the course of 2 hours. As big of an asshole that might make me, it was one of the most fun nights I have ever had on the game.
Sincerest apologies to the people that were victims, but in my asshole defense, you were all there for the nostalgia. What’s more nostalgic than getting trained? It was glorious and it felt like 2003. I was proud of my work and I was proud of the angry tells I received from various other players such as Nahart.
I’ll miss the game but I am pretty satisfied about going out with a bang. A train bang. Which sounds like something you’d find on a smut site.