I'll never forget my first experience with Battlegrounds in World of Warcraft.
I'd just started, pretty much. I was up to level 14 or so and my friend, who had a level 60, kept telling me to try Battlegrounds but I had no confidence. But then, while I was leveling, someone jumped me--and, somehow, I won. It was a heart-pounding moment and I barely got the kill (then ran away afterwards) but I pulled it off.
So now I'm feeling a bit cocky. I might secretly be a PVP genius, right?
Because of that, my friend finally convinces me and I sign up for a Battleground, which is a PVP scenario with two equal sides. I'm all nervous and stuff but I'm ready to try my hardest. And so I die. I mean, immediately. And again. And again. At this point, I'm dying the second I spawn.
Eventually, the Battleground ends and my friend starts messaging me, asking me if I had fun. I'm furious, though, seriously feeling humiliated and crushed. I vow to never enter another Battleground and I'm thinking I suck so bad at this game that I might as well quit now. My friend is apologetic but puzzled and he asks me to describe what happens.
That brings us to realizing that my very first match was against a twink guild, which is a group of dedicated PVP players who keep their characters just low enough for the low level PVP match but they give them the absolute best weapons and armor so that they completely dominate all the new players in their quest gear.
Argh.
