In Tol Barad, I would happily charge in to an Alliance base all by my lonesome, fully expecting to overcome 10+ enemy players. Sometimes I would get lucky and a group would come in just as I was starting to hurt and we would retake the base. Unfortunately, this would only bolster my outrageous Orcy confidence and sent me into an Enraged death spiral. The vast majority of the time I would die really, really quickly.
The best part about Tol Barad (*wiggles cane* Back in my day...), were the wordless interactions I had with one very persistent Human Pally. His name was Crabtree. I can't remember if his name had any variations on it. All I did whenever I saw him was (IRL, no less) scream "CRABTREE!!!!!!!!!!!" and ignore any other PvP objectives until one of us was dead.
It's been many moons since I've seen him and whenever I see 49ers Crabtree on TV, I yell his name. You know, in solidarity.
With Richard Sherman's highly interesting end-game rant, this video has been making the rounds. All this talk of Crabtree has got me feeling all teary and nostalgic.