is of long standing
and has been entwined with World of Warcraft
for years now. It used to be that I would run dungeons or PvP in the small hours, but I've recently discovered that I absolutely love
running daily quests at 2 am or even later because I am alone
. There is no one but me and my victims, no one to struggle for quest mobs, no one to annoy me with variations on tedious memes involving legendaries and their bodily orifices, no one at all. Daily quests transmute in this empty world into a lattice of beauty, a misanthropic dream where it's just me and my thoughts and some weird old quests. Did the mogu make Progenitus from Primordius, or did they start over from scratch? Aren't the Zandalari aware that they're being used, and where is
Zul if this is their last stand? Even when I see the occasional other questor, we just nod and continue our path across the place, comets streaking through a deserted sky.
For that matter, even the group activities are changed by this magic. The conversations a group is willing, even eager to engage in at 4 am can be surprising and even enlightening. Far fewer of my late night/early morning groups want to complain about the tank pulling too slowly or the healer's mana or, well, anything
. Last night I ran the entire Isle of Thunder, then queued for a heroic and found myself in a Mogu'shan Palace run that spent most of the time debating on whether the mogu themselves built the palace or if the Titans did. My argument was, since the mogu were in fact Titan constructs, they probably made it for
the Titans the way similar constructs made Uldaman. It was a fun time even if no one but me was really geared enough to be there and I had to switch to arms to kill the last boss as our DPS wasn't really surviving on Xin. (By the way, arms 'tanking' is still crazy fun.) I even zoned into an LFR that was on Primordius and got an interesting discussion of Simone de Beauvoir and existentialism and how 14 stacks of the wipe buff fit into it.
But for me, it's the roaming of the nearly empty world that's the most wondrous of the meridian between night an day. I often fly to parts of the world I don't see much anymore, places like Loch Modan or Silithus, and just explore their deserted places. I like to solo old raids, of course, being a sucker for transmog gear, but I also just like hanging around Auchindoun or Coilfang Reservoir and looking at the voids where players used to be. I even like seeing currently lively places in their most empty - going to Ironforge at 4 am, or logging on my tauren and exploring Orgrimmar at 5 in the morning. Sometimes it's the empty times that let me sit and reflect on how amazingly lovely this old girl can still be. One of my best memories in the game is my wife to be (now my wife) and I sitting on the dock at Menethil, waiting for the boat to Theramore and talking as the sun came up. It, too, was an empty time.
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