The Night Ulduar Broke My Guild (And Made Me Love It More)
There are raids that test skill, raids that test patience, and then there’s Ulduar—Hard Mode—where the Titan’s own machinery seemed to conspire against us. The night we finally downed Yogg-Saron with zero keepers was the night our guild fractured, screamed, and somehow, against all odds, became a family. It was 2 AM server time, and the voice chat was a warzone. Our raid leader, a grizzled orc warrior named Throk’gar, had just announced—*again*—that we were wiping the attempt count. ‘We’re not leaving until this thing dies,’ he growled, his voice hoarse from hours of barking orders. Someone in vent muttered, ‘I have work in four hours,’ but no one logged. That’s how you knew it was serious. This wasn’t just a boss fight; it was a crusade. Ulduar was different from Naxxramas or even Obsidian Sanctum. It wasn’t just about executing mechanics—it was about surviving the *madness* of them. Yogg-Saron, with his whispering, his tentacles, his goddamn *sanity debuff*, felt like fighting the ...