there's just no middle onnit.
long story short... first run all godsdamned day that went well and that I knew without hesitation. I ate it for breakfast and felt confident... Elfbearpig was my tank and he was chewing through the mobs one pull after another. Our friends from Detheroc decided they didn't like the tank so they booted him after he dc'd on the last boss. I said "Oh man... you know, guys he wasn't that bad of a tank, really." And the mage went ballistic about how the guy sucked and I'm a dumbass for not realizing it blah blah... ok.
Now, I don't actually give a flying fuck what the heals think about the tank. He wasn't ever dead, the heals weren't ever out of mana and we ripped through the instance from front door to nearly the last boss in like 10 minutes, so it's not like he was taking too long. He reliably held his pulls, made jokes and was really good at his job as far as the melee dps who usually ends up pulling off of her tanks goes. That's it, end of. Mercenary, remember?
So they kicked my ass out of the group on the last boss for having his back because I said he wasn't that bad. I didn't even say anything else. I wasn't "listening" by reading the chat, either... I had to scroll back to make sure they weren't asking me something. No. Just asshats with power because they came in as a group of 3 so they knew they had me.
And what do I say? After spending a whole day being pissed because Puris keeps apologizing for her low dps and asshats in dungeons keep commenting on it... "my fucking dps was double their little guildie anyway, dumb fuckers." How easy is it to pick up the habits you loathe?
Just earlier today I lost it on a warrior tank who went after Puris for not having high enough DPS in a dungeon he was running really badly. I mean, he was EVERYWHERE and ALWAYS in the AOE. He kept pulling mobs clear across the room like he was afraid they might hit him, LOSing his heals and both of the mages in the party, killing my DPS by making me run and chase after my target. With his comments on Puris he made it really clear his main is a mage, so I whispered him that he tanked like a mage, running away from the boss with his skirts in his hands like he was afraid it might hit him and trying to blink when he couldn't stay out of reach. He dropped mid-fight on the boss.
I know, I was totally out of line. I don't care, he needed to hear it. I didn't say it out loud, I mean... jeeze. I have SOME class.
So... 366 iLevel starting from 348 yesterday. DPS hovering near where it needs to be so I must have sorted my balance on my stats and my rotation.
And now I know... it's not just the real world where optimists are "stupid"... because even in WoW I can be kicked for being optimistic.
So I gotta love it or I gotta hate it and maybe this was the truest test of my love for the game afterall.
a guild that I'm squeamish about because maybe they don't quite understand the division necessary for a casual leveling guild that also wants to raid and now the same INSTANT nerdrage over the assholes with power to rub their bungholes all over you without warning.
yup... maybe just maybe it's time to level Erijin who used to be Holle... or maybe it's time to level Jules and change her into a tank to see if I dig it. And maybe it's time to queue for another random and flip them all the bird.
I'd love to invent the first WoW pk... still... and J said it best... "Where is this even a little bit of fun, Ruth? You said you were doing this to have fun."
kill 'em all and if you can't kill 'em all then drop kick stuffed animals around your room and call them Lunchablez.