Thanks to my natural antisocialness, I’ve been immune to MMORPGs prior to WOW, but the ability to slash my way through Azeroth solo has me hooked (and when I say hooked, I mean that my husband has scheduled an intervention with a marriage counselor). While I tend to be a hacker in combat, the rogue class has suited my independence well:

There’s nothing like going into stealth mode, sneaking up behind a skeletal fiend, garroting him, and then finishing him off with a few fierce eviscerations. Due to my newbie status when starting out, I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t be able to use any of my mining and blacksmithing skills for my own benefit, but I conned another player into studying herbalism, so we have a healthy trade going—I supply the latest fashions in breastplates, and he keeps me sedated with healing potions. All in all, these coincidences (born of good game design) have melded nicely to make my first 25 levels a halcyon blur of bloody backstabbing and gory gouging that lets me sleep well at night.