So there I was, farming. God how I hate farming. Grinding 497 motes of boredom to finish crafting my primal mooncloth set makes my eyes bleed. I killed so many bog lords I started to get blamed for global warming.
A rogue (we will call him “noob”) comes along and I think “well I was here first, but I can share the area, it’s only two of us”. So I start off, dot, dot, grey! dammit he tagged it before my first dot ticked. The second time in a row this happened I politely whispered him and asked him not to “kill steal”. Thats when he decided to wait till I was in combat and train 5 mobs onto me, then vanish. Much pointing, laughing, and spitting on my body ensued after this. I decided not to play with kids and went to farm something else, but I remembered……
Fast forward about a month, 68 has given way to 70. Shadow has given way to holy. The farming is done, whew. One Saturday morning I had a few hours to kill, none of my friends were online and I just wasn’t in a daily kind of mood. Here comes a whisper…..70 prot warrior has a full group neads heals would I be interested in shattered halls? It’s mostly a guild run, only pugged one dps and me if I go. I think for a moment….sure why not. I join group and guess who the other pug is, yep it’s Noob! I whisper the Warrior with the short version of the story, he offers to boot Noob for being an asshat. I suggest a different approach, He gives me their vent info so I can tell the others.
We pull, We clear, We are having a blast, But Noob keeps dying for some reason. He can’t seem to control his aggro (the hunter misdirecting onto him during trash pulls had nothing to do with it, honest) and he always seemed to run out of health when the boss was at about 2%, damn healers. Hell at one point Noob had to hearth and repair, only to be summoned back. I was in the other guilds vent the whole time, but Noob was not, apparently mom wouldn’t allow him to run it. We one shotted the whole place and the only one who ever dies was…. you guessed it, Noob.
That might show as a bit evil, and just started as “lets let him die a few times on trash pulls” and went to outright evil when the others started having fun. It eventually became “how many times can we lose this guy and not wipe?”. Apparently Noob liked to herb other peoples trees in skettis as well, and they had already had problems with him in the past. They just had not heard of other folks having issues with him till I brought it up.
Apparently I have a bit of an evil streak. Perhaps I should have just stayed shadow.
Filed under: World of Warcraft | Tagged: humor |
lmao – that, m’dear, is priceless! 😀
stories of righteous revenge are priceless. i have a whole list of names i wish i could do the same thing with.
Heh.
Heh heh. Brilliant. Sometimes being the healer is waaaay more fun than it should be.
ROTFLMAO! That is the best.