Today was one of those rare, sparkling days I wish I could bottle and keep on a shelf forever. The kind of day where everything just clicked and the Light felt like it was personally high-fiving me the whole time.
Khazdingo and I queued up together again, and somehow the random battlegrounds gods decided to smile on us. Match after match, everyone on our side was exactly where they needed to be. Barely any deaths. The calls were crisp and clear, teammates actually shouting out “incoming mine, about 5” and “lots at lighthouse” or “need more at BS if you want to keep” instead of the usual chaos. I barely had to chase anyone around like a disappointed mother hen. For once I could just bubble, atone, and breathe. It was almost suspicious how well everyone was playing. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Before the gates even opened the mood was already ridiculous in the best way. People dancing like idiots or spamming grabs from the warlock’s soulwell like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Khaz and I were cracking up while half the team started making choochoo train noises and charging across the field. We knew the Alliance was probably losing their minds on the other side, and honestly? That just made it funnier.
Battle for Gilneas was the absolute highlight. We owned them. Straight-up owned them. Horde kept two nodes capped the entire match while those poor Alliance souls could barely hold onto one at a time. They tried so hard, bless their coordinated little hearts. Running around like they’d never seen a flag before, getting melted the second they poked their heads out. I swear I heard one of them yelling about how we must be cheating, right before Khaz dropped a hammer on him. I may have laughed out loud in the middle of a Penance cast.
In the last few minutes we were even lining up for a glorious zerg on their home base (the lighthouse) to pull off a last-second three-cap. It would’ve been legendary. We were this close… and then the clock ran out. Still. The scoreboard at the end was so lopsided I almost felt bad for them.
Almost.
I just want this feeling to last forever. That warm, stupid grin I couldn’t wipe off my face the whole session. The rare moment where healing actually feels good instead of like herding drunk cats through a tavern brawl.
Khaz was grinning ear-to-ear too, and for once I didn’t even mind that we weren’t farming conquest. Some days are just about the win.
I just hope the Alliance keeps this generous losing streak going long enough for me to grind out the conquest I need for that belt I’ve been wanting.
~Sahsha
(Today’s Very Smug Winner)