World of Warcraft is a world unto itself, and with each new patch there is a mad rush to complete whatever new accomplishments and added content that Blizzard has allowed us to sample until the next t

GN_David – One of the more fascinating things to me about guild life is how the word “gay” gets constantly thrown around as both an insult and a badge of honor.

One of the more interesting times in guild life is late at night after raids are complete and the majority of the people have dispersed from the massive pvp battles.

It was a clear, yet boring, afternoon when I found myself (and my pointless, yet decorative, pet lobster) mindlessly casting line after line in the water in order to catch several hundred coveted fish so that my guild's raid could dominate some instance or another that I was likely not eligible to participate in. I had fallen behind in my self-assigned fish acquisition responsibilities and was determined to catch up immediately.

In WoW (World of Warcraft) we have reached that point in raiding I like to call “Spring Fever”, after a long wet and cold winter, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and gamers that sat holed-up

If you don't completely suck you're reading this article.

Once you've been in "the game" for a few years you start to accumulate a rather large list of people that you feel like you kind of know personally but have no real attachment to - nor do they to you.

I need to get something off of my chest. And, as an exalted and oft-published author, I am fortunate to have an outlet for my brilliance. Simply said, I am kind of an Oracle.

Squabbledawg came to Archimonde in search of high adventure and mass griefing of not only his mortal enemy the low down, dirty Horde but also his own kind, the noble Alliance.

I am an early morning player, I wake up at 5:00 am most mornings and while sipping my Cajun café a’lait, I log on to my computer, I have a set routine (a girl must have structure).