Milk Factory
This is the story of a lonely blood elf priest, the first of his name. Lost in both the shadowlands and who he was.
The story begins early in the expansion, where we find Goose all alone. No guild, no spec, and worst of all no purpose. In the beginning our friend chose the path of death, destruction, and decay....shadow. Knowing the full power and potential of this spec, our traveler embarked on what would be a trying time in his gaming career. While shadow priests are among the best damage in the game, their powers are very hard to use.
Our friend eventually stumbled upon a fellow lonely player...a shaman by the name of Watokomarm or Wato as he is called. An instant bond between brothers of different races and classes. Nevertheless, pals whose bond forged through combat! Together they formed a guild...Milk Factory. Here both players along with a few other friends began to take on the Shadowlands and Sire Denthatrius himself.
In the start of progressing through Castle Nathria, our friend aided the guild by provided the much-needed range DPS. However, as Goose quickly learned this shadow life was not for him. Week after week and night after night our friend went into the dark depths of parse logs, wow armory, and wow analyzer trying to master this dark art. Sadly, it just wasn't unlocking for him....then one day Seal Team Milk called upon Goose to heal....
In a dire time for the Milk Factory, tip toeing between the line of casual and hardcore our traveler stepped up to the plate to aid the guild. Requiring the need of burst healing provided by a Holy Priest, our sweet Goose spec changed. Little did he know this was the role he was born for. Goose's healing propelled the likes of his guild's DPS and Tanks in completing the guild's first full Castle Nathria clear!
So, from Black Goose all alone in a world he didn't belong to White Goose a healer, savior, and HR rep for Milk Factory.
