So it's five minutes to midnight, and my campus lounge is about to close and kick me out. My raid leader is calling for one more try, and we're all for it. We've spent the last 3 months grinding through this place, and we'll be damned if we don't give it our all. So the fight starts, first sons phase happens cleanly. Second sons phase happens and several of us die, but we're still going. Then something far worse happens, my internet dies as the college internet connection I have combined with server loads often crash. "NO!" I cry inwardly, I have to get back, we're half way through the fight. I spam the reconnect key. Error message. Error message again. Then finally connecting, and what seems like an eternity later I log back in. The fight's still going, but I'm only one of 15 left. I'm also the only melee dps left besides our main tank. But we're here to stay, he's down to 25% and we go for it. Fifteen minutes later I'm one of 5 left standing. We crawled our way through the last 15% of his hp, but Ragnaros is dead for the first time for our guild Dissent. I hastily take a screen shot of my proudest ever moment in my guild standing over Rag's remains, log off as they just barely kick me out and re log in back in my room. We all go to Ironforge, proclaiming our victory. The entire server is happy for us, they congratulate us on becoming a "real" guild. I don't know about you guys, but I loved 40 man raiding. This is my fondest moment of my time in WoW after 6 years of playing. What are some of your guys best raiding memories?