Pink Gamer

A wonderful thing happened last night. I became level 60! Big whoop, you say? Well, as I am but a lowly noobie in the world of WoW, this is my first character I’ve leveled up from 1 all the way up to the big leagues. It feels good. Or shall I say, grood.

Teen Girl Squad!
I want to be What’s-Her-Face.

I had ventured into Outlands once before on a Death Knight, which are way overhyped, by the way, when I had the old account of the boyfriend’s friend who said he was never going to play again, but as even more of a nub, I was hopeless. Also, as Alliance, I was even more hopeless. FOR THE HORDE! So I wandered around wondering what to do with myself until I gave up and went back to my level 30 Draenei shaman.

But! All hope was not lost! After spending roughly 48 hours leveling up my new shaman, we made it to Outlands. Now, had I been soloing, even if I could have somehow kept the RAF bonus (that’s Refer-A-Friend- 300% exp from kills AND quests!), I would have taken at least twice the time. Following a Paladin boyfriend who has had 5 years of WoW experience boosts your productivity by about six kajrillion percent.

Needless to say, I’m proud of myself. One does not simply walk into Mordor. Er, Outlands? Er, yeah. Basically I’m pimpin now and don’t you forget it!