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After running a few heroics to get a hang of that whole “hunter focus” thing, I went ahead and threw Ambrosine together for prot and had a go at tanking.
What the fuck is this holy power shit? It’s “like combo points”? You realize I don’t play a rogue because I HATE COMBO POINTS, right? Yes I know I played a cat, but NOTICE THE PAST TENSE.
Okay, so, um, I’ll throw down a consecrate and–HEY.
HEY GUYS ALLOW ME TO HIT HE THINGS WITH MORE THAN SHINY ON THE FLOOR BEFORE YOU ATTACK, KTHX.
Okay, so…969? Right? Wait, 3? 939? I…amg /flails at buttans
HAY HUNTERS. WTF.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T GET MISDIRECT TO WORK? FOR FUCKS SAKE. WELL LEARN TO ASSIST THE TANK THEN NUBS.
…oh there go mobs again. Hm. RF is up, right? RF is up.
…oh there go…I swear to god, HUNTERS. I AM LETTING YOU TANK THAT.
…heeeeey, I haven’t gone OOM! Sweet.
One time we were doing ToC25, and my little sister was killed by Icehowl’s charge. I openly mocked her, as was my sisterly duty. The very next time Icehowl charged, I died to it.
Did I learn from this karmic retribution?
Aww HELL no.
Last night we were clearing our way to Rotface, and we pulled one of the puppies. The puppies are always a bitch for reasosn unknown…no wait, I do know. We’re the guild that wipes on Gunship while one shotting everything else in Lower Spire-of COURSE the mini bosses are hard. Anyway. I see a tell-tale fail angel and teasingly tell the priest in question, Oasic, to Desperate Prayer more.
You see where this is going, right? Of course you do.
AS MY PTT BUTTON IS STILL DOWN, AND I AM STILL TALKING SMACK, I died.
Mad skills. I have them.
Normally, Monday is Throw Screenshots At The Blog Day, but I didn’t get around to properly editing the screenies, so today…you get the Adventures of the Fail Tree.
My baby druid only has 4 buttons. A HoT, a smallish heal thingy with another HoT, Swiftmend, and Healing Touch. HT has quickly become equated with Greater Heal in my mind-it’s a thing that I try not to cast too often, because it’s slow as fuck. Big, but slow. The adjustment part comes from not having a little heal to spam in its place-it became a game of wiggling around and wondering if Swiftmend would come off CD in time. Sometimes the mage died. Sorry, mage. AoE less?
I feel comfortable enough healing 5 mans by now, but I have discovered a massive problem with playing a tree. See, I throw my HoTs on the tank and then I…wait. During those long seconds of waiting I get distracted-by my cat, my party chat, or by guild chat discussing whether or not spit is a good enough lube for anal sex.
No really, we had that discussion. I screen shotted it and everything!
So I get distracted, and I start typing, right? Standing there…typing…not following the group. And then the tank runs ahead and pulls another 2-3 packs of mobs, and I go OH SHIT, and I don’t have penance to make up for my lollygagging anymore so…SPLAT goes the tank.
Because I was typing.
I think that maybe I need a Swiftmend maco of Amber Wasn’t Paying Attention, because this is going to be a long haul to 80…
/sees something shiny
(To explain the title, aside from the obvious: my poor little druid was dubbed Psychiatree. Because I need some, see, after having that many healers…)
I have, for the time being, decided to hang up my shadow hat.
“Why would you do that, Amber? You LOVE mind sear!”
That I do, that I do. But quite frankly, I suck at shadow. I didn’t always, of course-in Ulduar I used to be, if not uber, at least not fail. If we 2 healed something I did acceptable DPS. If we did heroics, I beat the damn tank in damage.
I…can’t even do that anymore. I somehow got shucked into a random heroic as DPS last night (wut?!) and I…was…below the tank. Not DPS wise, no (aoe lol), but in damage done, yes. I didn’t even break 3k. What the hell. When we tried to 2 heal Saurfang, I went shadow because previously I had the strongest dual-spec of the present healers and…
…no. Just, no. Again, in a RAID, not breaking 3k. I swapped in my hunter and could at least do 3.5k. My lesser geared BM hunter can beat my priest.
Until I can find some way to fix things (not enough haste? Too much else lost in trying to gain haste? Too much cross over gear from disc? I just suck at playing?) I’ve officially unchecked the DPS box.
And I’m a sad panda.
In GOOD news, the sort that makes me warm and fuzzy inside, my guildies shoved gear at me in ToC despite fail!rolls. I have the nifty offhand (a nice upgrade from my Ulduar 10 piece), and two trophys I now need to…farm badges for. XD Maybe some day I don’t be the worst geared priest (main) in the guild. \o/
Ah, it’s that time again. Raid attendence drops, people stop paying attention, and all of a sudden we’re wiping on farm content.
Freya defeated us again last night, which has me wanting to cry in both sadness and anger. It’s Freya, for fuck’s sake. In Ulduar. She’s a keeper that we used to be able to down regularly. I don’t know where everyone’s head was, but if the trash wipes didn’t clue me in, a Freya pull by someone distracted by the TV should have. I want to kill Yoggy, people. :(
It’s a struggle for me, internally. I’m telling myself that it’s just a natural lull, the kind that BoO has survived over and over. Then there’s the part of my brain that is screaming YOU ARE THE MOST TERRIBLE GM EVER, and I hate that part. I’m flailing at my support network on a regular basis (I love you guys).
I GM’d once before, in BC. We had a cozy little group of friends, barely enough to scrape together a Kara. Then one day my co-GM and one of our precious healers transferred off server without warning, and I’m afraid I was rather gutted after that and the guild slowly dwindled away. Gwuh. Will not repeat.
I’ve got an officer who is perpetually MIA…no, actually, two officers who are perpeutally MIA, though one of them at least occassionaly shows up and leads an off night raid. Cranky Tank is on that wavering age of burn out and /game quit…again. Of the other three officers, one is the former GM and lord knows where his mind is…and the other two are also sort of wavering uncertainly in burn out/bored land. In other words, I’m really afraid to lean on anybody, and the number of people I feel I can count on is smaller than our number of officers.
Of course this just means that I’ll actually be leaning on the people who currently keep me raiding, officer or not. Myss. Oasic. Celaeno. Pyxy. Kyr. Rivyn. Atropus. Frost. All of you who joke around and generally make my nights amusing.
I have a couple of angry rants saved up, but I’m almost afraid to voice them. Perhaps tomorrow will be Pull Your Head Out Of Your Asses Lecture Day, where I talk about things like continuing to stare at the TV and not the computer when your GM on vent is going “EVERYONE BACK UP BACK UP BACK OH GOD THE BOSS PULLED” is pretty damn fail.
To cap the fail, I missed taming Loque by like…a minute. Then I hopped on my warrior and found Skoll’s corpse. Bwuh. Sad BM hunter is sad. /pokemons