I don’t plan on making a habit of it, but last night I led a small griefing raid. It was the most fun I’ve had in WoW in months.
A little back story. Our server, like many others, used to have epic world PvP battles in the Hillsbrad Foothills, between the towns of South Shore and Tarren Mill. They were awesome. I remember being on my warrior, at level, questing around there, and seeing the massive amount of players fighting each other. We had a guild on alliance, Phalanx of Perdition, who were the only real pvp guild on our server. They would spend most of their days in South Shore, waiting for the Horde to attack. Or if the horde never did, they would attack TM and the Horde would sure enough come down and counter attack. I joined PoP for a short time, only to discover that the Horde guild they always battled ( I forget the name) was actually their alts. They would stage these battles between themselves, half on ally half on horde at a time. To me it was like a 10 year old catching Santa tucking present under the tree only to find out its Dad.
