Over the weekend, Josh decided that he’s had it with WoW. He didn’t unsub, but he’s not an officer anymore, he’s not raiding, and hasn’t logged on in days.
Am I upset? Fuck yes I am.
There is, of course, the slight feeling of panic that any raider feels when their best tank up and leaves. It’s not that our other tanks are bad. They just don’t have the time on the job that my Josh does, having converted to tanking from other class, or simply having joined post-Vanilla WoW.
But it was also easier on us as a couple, raiding together. It was something to do together-I can’t say I’m a fan of most of the games that he favors. I’m mostly dead weight in FPS games co-op modes-I can’t aim worth shit. I stare at Eve blankly and decide that I’d rather fire pew pew healing lasers, not railguns. I played Castle Crashers last night with him and ate a lot of floor-is that what being a rogue is like? So I’ll miss playing WoW with him, as it’s one of the few games that we both play that I can claim some skill at.
It also makes me nostalgic. I met him playing this game, after all. I think that I’ll even be a little sad when I leave WoW behind myself, because it brought so much to my life-good and bad. More good than bad-yeah it’s been a time sink, but sometimes I needed that time sunk.
…blah. So many scrub tanks to polish, to try to take his place…