Hey there, forum friends. This’ll be a long one.
In a time long passed (January of 2017) I downloaded a game called War Dragons. Looked fun, I love dragons, and the graphics were cool. After three days, I deleted it, because I found it boring. /laugh track ensues/
In July of the same year, I picked it up again, and that time, I didn’t put it down. For over a year, I have spent hours per day doing XP runs, war waves, countless event attacks, perfecting my flying, helping teammates, extensively planning my progress so I can better succeed… the list goes on. Eleven months of this time was spent as an officer in my former team, KinSlayerDager; though I have since left it, the memories of my dear friends there will not leave me. My current team, LastShadows, has some of the most kind-hearted and amazing people in it that I’ve ever met, and I will not forget them either.
I remember being a mere hatchling, maybe around level 30 or so, back in the ‘17 summer season. I saw Yersinu on someone’s top 3 dragons and thought “Wow, I want that one!!!” He was so easily overshadowed by Whalegnawer, but he still holds a little place in my heart as one of my first goals to achieve.
I remember Kinnarus, my first divine… oh, I thought she was wonderful! I only got her to green tier, but I still love her, even if she’s mostly useless now. I named her Quetzalia, because she looks like one of those tropical quetzal birds to me. I also got Drakius, just to orange. He’s less of a prominent memory.
I remember flying Ettin, the first hunter I ever loved—as long as I didn’t press Self-Destruct! I had no idea how much I’d learn to enjoy flying hunters, so much so that it’d later become one of the primary reasons to play at all.
I remember taking down a base 100 levels higher than me (191 to be exact) with my new Avyx in the Wintertide season. My little level 90 self felt so accomplished, even though it was probably a shitty base.
I remember studying so hard to guide my teammates through Atlas, and it was an exhilarating day when we were all scrambling to conquer castles and claim a bit of the map as our own, no matter how small. It was a whole new world; I’d heard about it for so long, and finally I got to experience it for myself. It made me happy, and these days, that’s something I can’t take for granted.
Once upon a time, I had genuine moments in which I thought to myself “I fucking LOVE War Dragons.” But I don’t have those moments anymore. I no longer reap any enjoyment from the things in this game that I once found fantastic, and that’s why I’m hanging up my hat as a once-dedicated War Dragons player.
I’m tired. I’m tired of the constant disasters with every update that claims to “fix” things. I’m tired of paying hundreds of thousands of breeding tokens for outdated dragons and thinking “Well, this one’s useless.” I’m tired of knowing that I will never, ever see end-game content because of both the insane progression walls and the releases that happen faster than anyone can keep up. I’m tired of this new content being introduced on top of long-standing problems that have been disregarded by Pocket Gems. I’m tired of our well-thought-out suggestions to improve the game that WE play and spend on be completely ignored. I’m tired of our complaints about the negative changes PG has introduced (new UI, anyone?) also being, you guessed it, completely ignored. I’m tired of feeling like my time and money is wasted on a game run by a company that VERY CLEARLY has no respect for its players.
It hurts me to leave this game, it really does. War Dragons has been such a profound presence in my life over this past year and a half. I’ve put so much time and effort into it that it’s extremely hard to let go. It hurts not only because of my love for the community here, but because of the potential of this game that will never be realized. My hope for improvement has died. I can’t continue to make excuses as to why I still play when so many prominent, extreme issues constantly ruin my experience. I think a part of me will always love WD—I believe the things we love in life never really leave us, at least not fully—but it’s no longer enough for me to play. War Dragons was my life once, and now I must move on. The rest of my life is calling, and I need to hang up this phone to answer it.
I would like to thank all of the many, many friends I have made here for making my War Dragons experience brighter than anything else in the game ever did. I may one day forget the names of my beloved dragons that I once loved to fly, but I will not forget any of yours.
If anyone would like to keep in contact, you can PM me for my LINE ID. I’ll most certainly be lurking here on the forums for a while even after I’ve made my peace with the game itself. You all know by now that I’m too devoted to this community to cut it cold turkey. Old habits don’t die easily… but seeing as how I’m a 65 million year-old dinosaur, neither do I!