Thoughts on WoW - Part 5 - Burn Baby Burn!

Jan 18, 2011 21:16

I can tell you the exact moment that I got burnt out on fucking raids.

Ashes to Ashes had just recruited two new players who happened to sign up for Tuesday’s Icecrown Citadel’s raid. I had signed up. I had signed up before the two newcomers. We were two people over the needed amount. I was logged on and ready thirty minutes to start time. I had my flasks and I had food to provide buffs.

I had a feeling that I was going to get sat. I kept waiting for someone to actually tell me this and was shocked and angry when no one said anything to me. I asked in guild chat if the invites had gone out. They had. I thought someone might say something to me, to tell me the plans but no ever did. And you know, that pissed me off more than anything else.

You couldn’t tell me, ahead of time, that you were going to try out these two new people? You wanted to see how they performed. I get that. Not only did you sit me, not talk to me, you took the guild’s fucking Ralph Wiggum equivalent, paste eating and all. Nobody liked Grayhayme but you took him over me. Our DPS numbers were the same. You could have come up with a compromise. We were only getting four bosses down so we could have swapped out people.

No, you guys went the shitty cowardly way and just didn’t say shit. It left a bad taste in my mouth and not a lot of exuberance left for the guild.

A future lesson, if you are going to have to sit a regular raider here’s some advice.
1. Tell them ahead of time.
2. Try to think of a compromise such as swapping out bosses or something.
3. Talk to them about it.Argh.

Assholes.

I realize after I have written this that I alternate being telling that guild off and an actual narrative. Oh bother. Oh well. I still don't feel like raiding.

charly reflects, world of warcraft

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