I Found Him Inside A Birthday Cake!

THE GOLDEN AGE - Tichondrious
I borrowed Caleb's WoW discs to see if it would run on my toaster computer. Troll rogue test character - I was immediately ensnared.
I created Shahjahan, troll hunter, to join Caleb's UD rogue Underhanded and Kana's Spriest Xolotol. Kanoa had a tauren hunter, but he stopped playing. Hana was also on Tich for a few dozen levels as Somyrast, but he died. Everett's crew was about 20 levels ahead of us at all times - Ev ran me through SFK on his lock and 'Doomed every fucking rat we passed just to fuck with me. I didnt understand the concept of BoP items and accidentally looted some crap staff. Oh well. Shahjahan and Xolotol hit 60 - Underhanded veered off to the seamy underbelly of another server. Guilds passed through included Femina Ac Gloria (i.e. Women and Glory i.e. F.A.G.) and From Chaos.
Memories of the Golden Age are blurry at best, like early childhood. A few crystal occurrences stand out among fuzzy months of general good feelings. It was fun, and naive, and we learned something new every day.
The Golden Age came to an end when Kana quit and Ev's crew switched to Eve. Caleb returned in the end (after I think actually doing the nasty with 1(+?) people from that server? We'll never know, and none of us can read the language his tattoo is in) and started rolling his Tauren Warrior who we will return to later. I rolled a druid to play alongside him, Seraglio.
So the Golden Age came to an end.

THE SILVER AGE Part 1- Blackrock
Fast forward to next year. Kana turns up one day spouting gibberish about Reid. Reid confirms the drunken mumblings - A new world awaits us, but it is nothing like the last. We were to join Reid & Co on Blackrock - on Alliance! After an agonizing date with the internet regarding a million dead languages, I created Luiseach, the squat little dumpling of a female dwarf paladin. Oh god, I was a retard and/or awesome. Kana made Ardal the druid, Kanoa, Rankour the rogue. Reid had some bullshit female NE warrior I never saw, because he was straight China and hit 60/got his mount before any of us. Soon to join us was William as Sealgaire - NE hunter. HE actually caught up with us scary-fast like, and we all hit 60 within the same few days. When we got tired of our guild, Emiquispactiumurgy (A pastiche of the five top guilds on the server - Eminence, Inquisition, Six Pack, No MAAM, Elementium, and the last one I forget.), we rolled twinks led by Caleb's Mutation in the top twink guild on the BG - One Speed, started by us.
Sadly, one by one, we fell victim to our own malaise. A dozen weeks were wasted screwing around in ZG with the australians. I neglected my friends and held out for Hakkar only to be fucked twice. Caleb went back to his Tauren on Tich and achieved greatness twice over.
Then CAME THE BURNING CRUSADE
So the First Silver Age came to an end, and with it all trace of the Old World of Azeroth.

THE SILVER AGE - Part 2
After several months of languor, we were invigorated by the news of an expansion. An alien world had opened, and with it a million new changes. Paladins were worth something again. Druids could fly. There was this thing called "Silencing Shot" at 60 that....we don't talk about that.
TBC dropped, and we were hooked. Every single aspect of the game was updated, revisited, and changed. Even thinking back to the Old World now requires a lot of effort just to remember what it was like. We experienced at lightning speed. "Straight China" was the term used. I was the first to reach 70, at which time I purchased my first flying mount.
I cannot....accurately describe the concept to you. We'd been playing this game for ±2 years now, content with our epic land mounts speed. Going from place to place was a decent ride.
Imagine the mind-breaking concept of, after two years of this, you suddenly gain the power of limitless flight. No Plato-Cave metaphor can make this clear enough. We were enlightened.
But soon it outgrew us, in our current state. Or perhaps we outgrew it. It continued to expand, unfurling long chains of time-sink glory, but we had fish of a different sort to fry. Ardal dropped off first, cashing in his chips and transferring ownership to Caleb, who - and I will never forgive him for this - renamed him Friskykitty. Sealgaire ran out of money and/or testicles. Rankour had turned promiscuous - who knew who was playing him at this time. Caleb retreated to his dank lair and began work on an innocuous-looking Blood Elf Hunter.
I was left alone to roam the vast wastes of Outland. Things got weird.

So the Silver Age came to an end. But the next age was not immediately forthcoming, nay. There was a period of....shadow, in which our confused hero commits many previously renounced atrocities.