Dear ___: Open Letters To My Guild Mates, or Why Amber Goes Insane
Dear DPS on Iron Council,
Don’t stand over there. I can’t heal you. I kind of need to stand near my tank, and my tank kind of needs to stand over here.
Okay, so you’re now standing in such a way that my green box is lit up. I can heal you and you can stop bitching about not getting heals. Cool! …do you wanna come closer for Power Infusion?
Sometimes we’re kinda busy, and when dickhead over there refuses to move out of the blue circle and starts shitting lightning everywhere, it’s…well…ouchy. But our holy priest has this nifty thing called a lightwell! It’s sitting right there! …why is the holy pally the only one near it?
…I still can’t reach you with PI, you know. Oh well, your DPS loss. I’ll keep it for myself.
…why the fuck are you all the way on the opposite side of the room again?
Weeping silently, on the inside,
Dear DK Tank,
I’m standing on the left. You keep running away from Overload (or whatever)…to the right. WHY?
I have a heart attack every time your box goes gray.
Weeping less silently on the inside now,
My beloved. You have tanked for me for years. I am comfortable with your ways. I know you are a clever, clever tank-one who will use his cooldowns, not run out of range, wait for my mana, and gather up all the adds that love to come give me hugs.
…WHY DID YOU QUIT AND LEAVE ME TO DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE ALONE?
Is well past weeping and now sobbing,
*this is a post in and of itself
No, I don’t want to heal without replen on Iron Council.
No, I really don’t.
Yes, my mana bar does get kicked in the nuts.
Yes, it is kind of important.
No, I don’t think that having the Surv hunter go MM to help the DK tank kick that damn boss out of the blue runes will make up for the lack of replen.
The whole instance is designed ar-
I JUST DON’T WANT TO.
Dear fellow priest,
Thank you, Ron, for displaying mana regen meters and explaining to Mach why no replen is Bad. I will refrain from killing people for yet another day.
Love and butterflies,
-the bubble dispenser
And last but not least, a tidbit from the Hodir attempts:
“Why the hell did you die like that, Atropus?”
“…oh! I wasn’t jumping!”
“I’M BLOGGING THAT.”