Three years ago, I became the guild master of a young Ahn’Qiraj guild. I was just a few months into my first MMO experience, a bewildered level 49 warlock who would wipe 5-man instances by fearing the wrong mobs. In the time that followed, I saw a group of fantasy friends grow, shrink and strengthen, bond through countless hours of shared indulgence in the most addictive of hobbies. And the interaction moved from text, to speech, to real life.

When Redstripe gave me a 10 day free trial in January, 2006, I had no idea that it would lead to parties, holidays and a journey across Europe, that my mobile phone would find its Alisons and Bens punctuated with Aakarps and Brodoses. In 2008, 23 of my 25 days of time off work were spent with Bruces.

I love this guild. But I don’t love WoW so much any more. It would take real effort to make myself fall back into the habit of playing, and I don’t want that. It’s all or nothing, because I’m bad at being casual. So it’s time I stopped being the GM. I should really have stopped it six months ago, at least. I will be handing over to Drummerhero, who needs no introduction. He has adored the Bruces from day one.

This is where I would say goodbye, if I was going anywhere. Instead, I’ll say thank you. This ramshackle collection of funny geeks means the world to me. Long may I remain your friend.

With the greatest of love and respect,
Pixelsmith.

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