I'd give anything for classic UI and blindly roaming Qeynos hills or learning Everfrost in the dark as a newb barbarian warrior with my best friend also playing a barbarian warrior, with no real gear at all, or clue what we were doing, just pummeling anything that didn't con Red as we wandered through the lands.
Seriously... no one min/maxed. You played an ogre because you wanted to be a big dumb evil giant ogre. They were hated. It was impossible to do anything... you were oppressed by the game innately even if no one was roleplaying against you themselves. I quit playing my ogre at lvl 11 or so because I couldn't bear it in classic, and unlike iksar you can't just level 1-50 in zones surrounding your newb city...
Gear also meant something back then... and at the same time meant nothing. You weren't constantly inspected for approval, you were accepted for your presence. People were thankful to have an extra warm body there to take hits, even if you were wearing crafted leather armor (I made QUITE the living as a tailorer In Halas/Everfrost as a young Barbarian) and had sharpened tarnished weapons... me and my buddy ran around HAMMERING shit with rusty halberds we had wrenched form the hands of the local undead plight and I had sharpened and honed the blades by hand, to protect ourselves from the vengeful skeletal bards roaming the snowcaps. Life was epic.
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