Because Goodbyes are so Cliché

It has been over a month since I've posted, and for those of you that religiously followed my blog over the summer (lookin' at you, Jong), I'm sorry. I kind of left things at a cliffhanger, with the prospect of transferring servers/factions looming on the horizon.

Anyone interested in story time? I am, let's go!
























In the end, I decided to app to an Alliance guild on Aerie Peak. They were a raiding guild that was halfway through Ulduar hard modes and working on Heroic Trial, both of which were in 10man (25mans are a little harder to get off the ground, which I determined from how frustrated my new GM sounded as he pushed our 25man through normal Trial).

So I left my guild and my friends on Thunderlord for a jaunt on Aerie Peak, and I actually enjoyed it. My first couple of days in the guild, the GM threw me in the 10man hard mode group and we downed Firefighter. That same night, our tank finished her Algalon key, so we got to go see what was up his ass until he turned around and stomped us. Fun times all around.

The following week, I started classes. This semester I'm taking two upper-level biology courses and two do-nothing courses just for credits to graduate on time. After only a week, I was able to determine that I could not keep up any sort of raiding schedule and do well in my biology classes, which were the ones that mattered. Therefore, I wrote a succinct (Blizzard didn't give me much choice, stupid character limit on in-game mail) letter to my GM and recruitment officer of the guild I JUST transferred to and regretfully resigned from WoW until such time I had the free time to pick up my mace again.

So here we are. I'll try to stop by every now and then, check up on Rhidach, Ixobelle, Daraxxus, Ambrosyne, Jong, and all the other crazy but lovable bloggers I have gotten to know through their insightful and inspiring posts.

It's been quite the ride.

Party on, Garth.