Brotherhood of Oblivion: failing where we should succeed, and suceeding where we should fail!
On Thursday night we had two potential recruits listening on vent. This meant one thing for sure: the night was going to go to hell.
I hummed to myself and made some flower wreaths for the handbasket.
First of all, Tim, one of our intrepid DPSers, had himself a non-working OS because he’s just clever like that. Cranky Tank mosied over across the street to fix it before raid time…and bricked the mother board.
Slick, my love.
So we’re down a tank, a DPS, and…our other tank, as Steve’s computer is drafted while they try to fix Tim’s. This leaves us our tank with strength gems in his gear and Andy, who’s been retired from tanking for awhile.
Right, so, no continuing ICC25 for us! 14 manning Naxx25 for the weekly raid quest seems like a splendi…
…Hunt just pulled an extra spider pack and we wiped. Okay. Well, let’s recover from that and go on to Anub, shall we?
Anub is easy sauce, it should just be a matter of-
…did we all just die? We all just fucking died!
Well, Steve’s here now, let’s 15 man it, then. We magically succeed this time, and reform into an ICC 10. Steve wants to bring his warlock and the warlock wants to bring his shaman. For some reason I say what the hell, and off we go.
To wipe on Marrowgar.
Well, fuck. Okay. So we regroup and stomp him into the ground, and then proceed to…wipe on Lady Deathwhisper after one of the tanks unexpectedly goes down to a Hulk.
(Me, mid raid: are those big green things wearing purple shorts? Raid: Yes. Me: …)
So we regroup again, down the Lich Bitch, and head to Gunship! One of the tanks dies on the way because I paused to eat chocolate. Mm, chocolate. Okay, so, we get to gunship and…
…the warlock smears himself on the deck, because that’s what warlocks do. The DPS left loses control of the adds on that ship, the tank goes down, and we…wipe on Gunship.
We wipe on the mother fucking boat!
This does lead to the amusing discovery that you don’t die if you’re in a cannon. This comes in handy for when we make our-by this point required-wipe on Saurfang (at something like 4% even). Yes, I ran the fuck away from the boss to hide in a cannon. This was after yelling at the rogue and hunter for hiding in the cannons when they can get out of death some other way. Bitches! MY WAY TO CHEAT DEATH GTFO.
So after dying our way through farm content, will all sorts of insanity on vent, you’d think the recruits would be smart and run away, right?
…no, they went ahead and transferred.
I invited them in the middle of our third wipe in an all guild Heroic CoS.
Yes, we even failed at H CoS (did you know that if you do the gaunlet without talking to Arthas, talking to him makes more elites spawn? Yeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaah don’t send your healer).
I love my guild. I don’t always know why, but I love them.