Stories of failing. Chapter 1/153246

Definitely not a new concept and one of the oldest and best implemented thoughts in the mind of WoW players and not only. There is a big amount of Fail out there and you have to try to not be a part of it. It’s impossible, lemme tell you that. It might not be your fault or it might not have anything to do with you personally but everybody fails at one point or another. I’m’a start you off with an example of my own failing and then move on to the really bad part: others’.

My latest FAIL moment on my shaman was a couple of nights ago, and, of course, by night I mean 6 AM. Random HC pops up and it’s ToC. I was actually relieved that it’s not HoR which can drive you bananaz if you get that one tank that is gearing up, or the healer with lag or the dps that can’t tie his shoelaces alone (I have nothing against you, guys, but I think I wiped in Halls of Reflection more than I did in ICC. And it was your fault! /sob). An instance that is not HoL or HoS or any other instance where half the mobs resist my spells? Gief! OK, so the loading screen does its thing, we mount, kill faction champs both horse, or rather wolfback and after dismounting and then comes the part where you loot the chest, watch everybody else roll on the item Disenchant and then talk to the Belf. Side note: this was always a point of high suspense for me. I wanted Eadric and I wanted him to Drop Aledar’s Battlestar for my Enhancement offspec. Farmed for 2 of them for 1 month and then the first ToC 10 I ran I got upgrades. Meh. Still, it was one of my “oh, GOD, let it be him, let it be him!” moments in the game. Surely enough, he comes and the 3×3 mobs assume position.

The tank goes to the usual starting point, left as you look at Eadric, and does his thing (seriously, are there groups that start on the right? Anywhere?). I cast my totems and start LvB and CL-ing away. The priestess goes down and I’m half asleep at this point. Getting a heroic I like is nice but it’s not going to race my pulse. I then TAB to the next target which just so happens to be the priestess from the second group of mobs and paying no attention I start my rotation of OMFGIMBADPS. In two or three seconds I have all 3 on me and while the tank and melee dps are slowed down by the stupid bubbly Argent Monk that had just died and can’t intervene, the healer is getting omnomnommed for trying to heal me. Wipe. Plain and simple. The group was cool, though and we laughed through it and then went on to get our two frosties each. After that I logged my DK which I am insanely trying to gear up right now, to the point where I no longer care if an item has STR or AGI on it, if it has a better GS than what I have I’ll take it! Not really, but the principle stands. I want to have the GS to be able to PuG ToC 25 and I have to carefully plan this as I do not have “Achie” and need to find the Tuesday night group that is desperately in need of people. It wasn’t meant to be this week. Maybe the next. Short inner pep talk.

A surprisingly short queue has me standing in HoL. The warrior tank looks really good with his 47k HP unbuffed and the healer is a 40K mana paladin. Good short run, says I, and then I go on to greet everybody with my baby blue writing. I always queue as Dungeon Guide. Don’t really know why, tho, I guess I like the color. Or maybe it’s the closest that I’ll ever be to leading a raid, despite not having any actual powah. Where was I? Oh, yeah. The tank says Hi and then turns around, runs through the swirly instance entrance and vanishes, not dropping group. “Erm… tank?” I say in a squeaky pigtailed Belf voice. I hate it when somebody calls me by the function but that never stooped me from doing it. Do unto others? Nonsense! “You’re all on your own,” the tank replied. “Come back or drop group,” the pally healer stepped up. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you lol” And we were all flabergasted. He did not drop group, but the healer and a rogue did, immediately. The balance drood and I waited out the 5 (?) minutes and then kicked the tank, I switched specs and tanked for the new group. I really hate tanking. With fervour, especially tanking trash. Bosses I can handle, the taunt button is hit off CD and I manage to pull it off but invariably I have one DPS in the group that keeps dying when I tank. Statistically it’s the 3rd one down, dunno why. The new group consists of me, DK tank, Boomkin, Resto Shaman, Ret Pally and Hunter. The hunter apparently did not agree to the slow pace I had in mind and kept pulling. And pulling. And pulling. Without any Misdirect. He just pulled 2 packs at a time and after that let me and the healer deal with it. The shaman was awesome and did a bang up job but we were both growling. As we had kicked the previous tank we were all out and had to deal with it.

At one point I tell the hunter, in a very polite manner, that if he is going to pull for me he can at least MD. He does not. I tell him again to MD, explain while auto-attacking, inbetween taunts and casting D&D and Howling Winds, so in extremely short sentences, that I haz 2 taunts, Dark Command and Death Grip and that he is pulling to many at once and my gear doesn’t allow massive threat generation. Heck, the best item I’ve got is the Onyxia Head quest trinket reward! Nothing. He was from Hakkar and that might explain it. It’s better if you’re not in the know but if you’re curious go Google the stories about them. They’re all true, I swear!

After a short talk with the Shaman we decide to let the hunter die the next pull. Which we promptly execute, in outstanding fashion. He was dead within 2 seconds and I did nothing. NOTHING, you hear that? After he died I D&D’d and did my thing and we moved on.

“Rez plx”

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“REZ PLS”

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Hunter drops group.

Damn, that felt good. Tomorrow I think I’ll ride a bus without a ticket!