I follow blogs and listen to a few podcasts related to WoW, and it’s occurred to me I’ve really been blessed.
It took me forever to get my Sha-touched Weapon.
Months of pain, of striving, of crying in the night, cold and alone without my bang-bang.
Running week after week with a rare 463 bow, I began to take extraordinary measures to try and up the chances of a drop, multiple runs a week, chanting and burning incense, rolling my D20’s over and over until they all showed 1’s before a run just to use up all my bad luck and up the chance my next bonus roll would be a natural 20, you name it.
What reading other blogs, listening to podcasts and talking with other guild members in raids has made clear is I am not alone.
Oh no, far from it. And those of us who are sharing the troubles of our times, we carry with us scars that will last a lifetime.
What I’m realizing is, this strife, the struggle, the quest for the Sha-touched weapon for all classes has taken on a larger than life meaning.
The item itself? For Hunters, the Sha-touched weapon is ultimately meaningless. Like every other combat item in the game, it’s as relevant and enduring as navel lint. It’s as ugly as the north end of a south-bound rhino, too.
Looks aside, a year from now, will I still be using my Sha-touched weapon?
Not only won’t I be using the Sha-touched weapon, I might not even be playing the same character anymore.
You never know what the future holds, but one thing is certain; there will be content upgrades with more powerful gear, ALWAYS.
Whatever we are using now will someday soon be taken off, examined for transmog opportunities, and dumped accordingly.
In the end, it’s not the drop that matters.
The true value of the Sha-touched weapon is the community that has grown up around it.
Those of us who have sought the Sha-touched weapon in vain for months at a time are digital adventurers, striving against the fates and an unfeeling Content Programmer on the trail of a myth, a legend, a tantalizing glimpse of life-changing treasure.
We endure extremes of playing and queue times, blow extra rolls and run dailies to earn tokens, all to feed our passionate quest for the ultimate prize.
We are Allan Quatermain, searching for King Solomon’s mines, only when we get the gold his team craved to us it is as ashes in our mouth compared to the wondrous glory we seek and never find.
You who walk into an LFR or raid and have Sha-touched weapons fall easy or early are the ones who are left out.
You will never have had that experience that we few, we few, we band of unfortunates have shared that will bond us into a community for years to come.
We are the ones who won’t be able to tell you what upgrades we picked up and tossed aside along the way, but our memories of striving for the Sha-touched weapon and failing over and over will last a lifetime.
When we sit in vent waiting for raid to start, we will be the blessed few with tales to share with each other of failed extra rolls and pity-gold by the thousands.
We will feel that bond that only comes from sharing a common pain as we look back on all the times we queued up hesitant and hopeful, only to suffer through the fail pugs and utter idiots to hold gold in our hands once again.
You, with your easy Sha-touched drops will not be one of us. You will be an outsider, and we will shake our head in sadness to your stories of running Attumen the Horseman for three years, or all the runs into Tempest Keep for a phoenix, but inside it won’t be the same.
There are mounts and other vanity items, but for those of us who sought a best in slot raiding weapon tied to our Legendary questline and came up with nothing, it’s just not the same.
We know what it is to seek in vain, to hope and be crushed, to strive and fail, week after week after FUCKING WEEK without getting that one damn drop while our raid team moves up the charts without us, and worse yet, without truly appreciating how lucky they are to have it, those bastards.
Oh yes, we know how it feels to earn thousands of valor, to have a legendary gem and gem socket just sitting in our bags, waiting for that day that one goddamn weapon we want drops for us, only to get nothing.
We know. We’ve been there.
That gives us an experience that will last long past the point the gear itself is meaningless.
Just like any adventure… it sucks while you’re doing it, omigod it sucks, but someday in the future, these memories will be priceless.
Either that, or just one more thing to bitch about, I honestly can’t tell you which.