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SiteSeriously, What Are the Odds?
A few weeks ago while blithely working my way towards 10,000 Honorable Kills, I stumbled across a human paladin in a Warsong Gulch match. We meshed really well together and managed to win a number of consecutive matches. We even roleplayed a bit during those fights, which intrigued me; I’ve always found other roleplayers rather endearing. When we learned that we were both from the same server, we decided to group up and queue together with the intent of smashing our opponents and winning many matches.
We did exactly that.
Since then, we’ve grouped up together every once in a while eager to return to the battlefield and frolic through the buckets of blood and entrails left behind in our wake. That had been the extent of our relationship within World of Warcraft: one of us would log in, see the other, and an invitation would promptly go out to smash some Horde face. A good time was had by all — except perhaps the Horde, who don’t seem to like us too much. We didn’t talk much other than what strategy was best and who was going to carry the flag where.
He contacted me randomly this afternoon. Not to ask if I was interested in queuing up for the Battlegrounds but because he has news. Disturbingly awesome news of the kind that makes people scratch their heads and wonder just how small this world really is.
You see, earlier this week he managed to join a raid with some people from <The Remnants>. The core people of this guild were originally in <Hand of Havoc>, a former raiding powerhouse that splintered into a number of raids following the release of The Burning Crusade. I know many of the people from both guilds, having raided for some time with one and interacted socially with members of the other.
After the raid — which managed a full clear of Black Temple in a little over three hours! — he got to talking with one of those individuals that I know socially. She was the former guild leader of <Hand of Havoc> after her husband stepped down to form the other raiding guild. They spoke and had fun and then decided to befriend each other on the social networking site Facebook. While I don’t frequent the site all too much1, I had managed to work up enough effort to friend this unknown mutual friend quite some time ago. Imagine my battle buddy’s surprise when he noticed that they had a mutual friend.
I bet you can see where this is going.
So my battlefield friend, the one with whom I’d randomly paired up some weeks ago and spent some many glorious hours brutalizing our opponents, had me as a friend on Facebook. However, we’d never exchanged any sort of information before. We’d never even brought up Facebook. And, equally stupefied as I would be in his situation, he looked at my information and learned that not only were we listed as friends on Facebook, but that we actually knew each other — we’d gone to high school together! He’d been one year behind me in school and we hung out with the same circle of friends!
I’m just floored right now. Really, what are the odds of stumbling into one another in an online game after over five years without any sort of communication? And, further, having him be the person that I’d been interacting with for almost a month now?
It really is a small world!
- Honestly, I log in perhaps once every three months. ↩
