Imprisoned for ten thousand years
Banished from my own homeland

And now you dare enter my realm
You are not prepared

        I don’t know how others are, but when I play a MMO, I tend to have good times that alternate with bad times, especially when I am a citizen of that virtual world for a very long time. By good times I mean those moments when the game offers me interesting things to see and to do, when I feel the adrenaline rushing in my veins in those challenging adventures when you and your group survive a great battle, when I feel that those few hours I spend in front of the PC make me relax and forget the hardships of a long work’s day. By bad times I mean those moments when the limited time I can spend in the virtual world brings me more stress than satisfaction, when every place I go is as familiar to me as my own home, and especially when I am taking down the same elite monster, using the same old tactics, for the 11th time, just in the hopes to get some epic underwear out of it.
        Playing World of Warcraft from the beginnings of time, specifically since beta and also having an US account back then when Europe was lacking the access to such entertainment, I honestly had enough of it. Me and most of the other 8 million players around the globe, who for two long years, have roamed through Azeroth so much that they could say at any time what nose earrings does Ragnaros prefer in his good days and why lady Tyrande Whisperwind was never defeated, on any server, ever. And right when the boredom was close to turn into a mutiny of all those level 60s standing idle in some capital city, having done everything, having seen all there is to see, The Burning Crusade came. The first official World of Warcraft expansion raised the level cap to 70, inserted two new races in the game (the blood elves and the draenei) and added a whole new shiny continent, the Outlands.

        How Thrall came to owe me everything, including his life
         I insisted to write this review after getting to level 70, so that I will have the opportunity to tell you how it is to fly. The detail was important to me because, in the end, these are the goodies you are paying for the most, that’s if you haven’t already. After my objective was reached my priestess Larael “dinged” for the last time… again. Obviously, in a few seconds she was in Shadowmoon Valley, to gain knowledge into the art of flying and to buy herself the nice ebon griffon she had her eyes on for quite a while. Strangely enough, I remember so well when Larael hit 60. It was the beginning of the end in a way, maybe a little sweeter since she is not my first high level character, but still… Now, this new shiny 70 simply felt like a passport to an extraordinary adventure, which is Outlands, now ready to be properly visited, not in a rush to gain the final ding.