This is pre-WotLK.
My server dropped dead, so I logged on another for a short while. As I rolled a warrior, and hadn't played one before, even after my server came back up I played him for a week or so.
While there, I was recruited for a guild. You know the kind: pay 10 gold for signups, we're the gr8ezt evar, ad nauseam. I signed. I should care. I figured the guild would die before my toon did, and he had a very short life expectancy since this wasn't my server of choice.
Guild meeting! El Presidente picked out an island off of Ratchet for the meet. I'd not been there before, but I'm told it's a quest point for a particular class. Some kind of island beast arena, not well populated. The guild - perhaps twelve teens total, and our hyper Presidente who was clearly off his meds - swam across. We stroll into a bunker or great hall or whateveritwas, with Fearless Leader bouncing off the walls and shrieking about the wonders of life. He launches into an epic spiel about the island, how it would be our base of operations forever and ever and we were all so cool and he was all so cool and our gear and the guild vault and blahdee blahdee blah.
Meanwhile two undead females are in the corner, stripped, writhing, and in the middle of their own little porn movie. At first they try to ignore us, then they launch frantic stfu & gtfo demands. Not that King Loon pays them a blind bit of notice. He's in his own little world, blithering away.
I don't think the guild lasted more than four days after that. Fun while it lasted . . .