Early in Vanilla I was tempted to try the free trial by a housemate at uni, I'd spent a bit of time watching him run around on his undead warrior on his bony pony mining stuff, he was about level 54 at the time iirc, and it didn't look overly interesting (I'm not certain but as he wasn't really killing anything just mining I'm assuming he was mining in a lower level area) and I wasn't really interested tbh. However my other housemate did take an interest and decided to try the free trial, the original WoW playing housemate had decided to make an alt with him, so I though why not its free to try!
We rolled alliance (oringial guy wanted a change) I made myself a Dwarf Hunter and set off into the World of Warcraft. I got to about level 5, found a white and purple cloth robe and wore that (cloth is pro for hunters yo) I remember running to Ironforge and seeing the statue in the entrance way of the dude with the axe and the mace, I decided I wanted my Dwarf to be like that, so set off to find myself a mace and an axe, to my dismay I couldn't weild maces! A notion I didn't really understand, because realistically they're just like axes but easier to use as you don't need to worry about which way the blade is facing...
My dreams were shattered, strewn across the snow... Not long after I made my way to Loch Modan, where my faithful pet complained of his hunger, I tried to feed him but he rejected my offers of food, I tried everything I had, but whatever it was he only wanted meat, my bread and melon just didn't do it for him. I panicked I didn't know what to do. I quickly dispatched the white wolf I was currently doing battle with, and quickly started making my way to the village I'd just picked up my quests from - surely someone there could help me feed my pet?!
Alas I got to the village, and could not find a vendor who would sell me any meat, again my pet complained of his hunger. Worrying now, not wanting the worst to happen I quickly weighed up my options, the map suggested there was another village not far from me, but what if that too lacked the meat I needed, would I be better off heading straight to Ironforge? I decided to risk heading straight to Ironforge. Not knowing how long I had (nor really knowing the implications of what my pets hunger meant) I set my pet to passive and ran straight to the pass back to Dun Morogh to get to Ironforge, rather than following the road. Before long I had a trail of angry beasties following me, before long I was dazed and surrouded, I told my pet to attack, he looked at me with sad disappointed eyes, lowered his head and turned away, leaving me alone, to deal with my fate...
I soon died, I resurrected at the Spirit Healer, all my gear was broken, I had res sickness and I was alone, so horribly alone.
In front of my keyboard my shoulders sagged, "fuck this shit" I announced as I logged out - rage quitting as I have since known it to be called, and deleted my first WoW character.
During this time the original friend had since got bored of playing alliance, and had returned to his undead warrior upon his bony pony, I made my way up to his room, and told him what had transpired, he chuckled slowly and suggested I try a warlock, he sold it to me by saying that they use horrible shadow magic that eats away over time, and they, like the hunter, are a pet class, however they summon and dominate their minions, and they don't need feeding nor can they run away! This sounded ideal, so I joined him on his server making my Undead Warlock - Nurgle. Nurgle made it to level 26 before I fancied a change, I rolled a Tauren Resto Druid, called Hobb, which would then become my main until Naxx 25, and again from ICC to the end of Cata. Every now and then I would go back to Nurgle and level a bit more. eventually near the end of Cata I finally got my Warlock to max level, about a month before MoP was released. He is now my second toon to level 90.
TL:DR: Rolled a Dorf, Pet ran away, rage quit, rolled a lock - who is now my second level 90