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Dear Children Masquerading As Raiders And Even Officers In My Guild,
Can you grow the fuck up? Look, I realize that So and So has an opinion you don’t agree with. I realize that he has all the tact of a 16 year old in the middle of an emo fit with his parents sometimes. But that doesn’t mean that you have carte blanche to turn around and act 5, instead. You can damn well put your epeens away and cut out the snide remarks. It doesn’t help, and it doesn’t make you look better, nevermind right. And when two of you are officers and in the middle of a raid, you really have no fucking excuse.
God damn, people.
Maybe said person needs to be removed from the guild, maybe he just causes too much strife because we’re not a good fit for him but, damn. Again, not permission to act like children yourselves. You can take your dodge/parry/stam stacking bloodshed somewhere else, and not during raid time.
-Angry Healer with the GM Hat
It was one of those nights. Cranky Tank is recovering from the flu and Fearless Leader is coming down with it. Some raiders seemed to have left their brains at home and stupid wipes were had. The loot gods were not kind. RL stress frayed tempers. I, ever the emotion sponge, soaked it all up and expoloded it right back at everyone (my response to one tank’s “heal me!” was “TPS the boss!”).
Normally, I try to keep spirits up with Amber’s Patended Random Silly, but even that was shot down. Steve has been refusing to give me assist, which means I can’t /rw spam. Aside from making me a very sad panda, this also puts a crimp on my role as healing lead. Vent can get chaotic, and even my healers with perfect hearing can’t always catch what I need them to, nevermind the one without. Whisper and raid chat can be lost, too. Let’s face it, /rw makes a noise and splashes red text on your screen for a reason. There’s some logic behind my request beyond my desire to be a dork, like telling Tank Healer #3 to cover Tank #2 because Tank Healer #1 decided to stand in front of a worm (I’m fucking brilliant some days, let me tell you).
I have my other gripes, as well. I disagree with having seven healers for ToC. How about we make our people learn to not hug opposite color orbs, and other such lazy dumbfuckery? What about dispells? Can you learn to do those? We have some damned fine healers and it doesn’t take much for boredem to set in. We did fine with 6 healers before when I decided to be a bitch and ignore Steve, and we’ll do fine with 6 again. The most fun I’ve had in ToC was one ToC 10 with one of our more undergeared healers. My mana bar was screaming! It was work! Holy shit! I LOVED IT. …you want us to have HOW MANY HEALERS in a 25 man?
One of our tanks also has aquired the Grate On Amber’s Nerves debuff. This is…not cool. It applies stacks, and after so many stacks I just want to scream. In fact, he gets a post all on his own!…again.
1) Don’t do it. There’s better ways to go out.
2) Definitely don’t do it repetedly.
3) Especially not in the same guild.
4) The GM may keep inviting you back, but everyone else might well start to think you’re a bundle of loldrama.
And in more random WTFery, I honestly have these conversations with some of you folks:
me: blue? green? purple?
Kyrilean: the phone goes “green”, i “pink” it up, and say “yellow”
me: … WTF
Kyrilean: a 2nd grade elementary teacher asks her class to use three words in a sentence: green, pink, and yellow
teacher says, “Susie, please use those three words in a sentence.”
Susie says, “My dress is green. My crayon is pink. The sun is yellow.”
“Very good,” says the teacher
me: but that’s three sentences
Kyrilean: “Jose,” says the teacher, “please use those three words in a sentence.”
Jose thinks a moment.
And then says, “The phone goes green, I pink it up, and say yellow.”
you must say that last part with an accent btw
think Speedy Gonzalez :)
me: you are so not PC
Kyrilean: I’m a mac
me: I’m blogging this
I will not share the god awful jokes I heard after that. You’re welcome.
I love my guild. I bitch about them, sure-we have this collection of some of the most derp derp people ever-but they’re adorablederp derp people. Hell, sometimes I am one of those people (see: walking into Vezax trash).
We’re all so delightfully nutty. Sometimes perhaps not so delightfully, depending on how funny you think talking about poop on vent is, but you get the idea. Last night, we assembled our first 25 man raid for awhile-on an off night! So we trundled on over to Ony and I proceeded to make my usual threat, just tweaked slightly for the instance:
“If you get tail whipped into the whelp caves EVERY BLOGGER in the guild will post mocking you!”
Considering that there’s uh…five of us? Yeah! That threat carries five times more weight than before! Of course, 5 x 0 = 0 still but whatever. :P
Brotherhood of Oblivion: We Collect Bloggers!
We never did down Ony (a post in and of itself), but it was nice to have a full 25 man run again. We’re almost there again! I just need recruit people to shore up our weak spots, and we should be able to resume our 25 man raiding. Now if I can just get the people we have to not stand in bad places (says the priest who ate part of a deep breath or two-BUT IT DOESN’T COUNT IF YOU DON’T DIE).
It’s also really hard to be frustrated with your GM when he replies to your complaints of “You never listen to me, Steve!” with “That’s not true! I listened to you once like, 7 or 8 months ago!” and then proceeds to go on about how he wants to be portrayed as an evil dictator, or something. Fine, Steve, I can help with that! I have this whole collection of tags for you already! :P And then Ky complained that his tag wasn’t big enough in my tag cloud, and…
See what I have to deal with?!
I may not be doing hardmodes, I may not be on the bleeding edge of raiding, but I’m having fun with a lot of awesome goofballs. Even if the GM is a meaniehead, and decided to play his priest when we could practically comprise a 10 man raid of just priests…
I call disc priest tank, yo.