Random Acts of Kindness


Yesterday I had an interesting experience. I was happily questing away on Drupadi, slowly crawling my way from 71 to 72.  I don’t know if it was just the area I was in but the asshats seemed to be out in full force. Plenty of mob stealing and such. There were a few examples of people just simply being decent that come to mind.

There was a time when I was grinding the same mobs as a level 71 or so Undead Rogue. We were each keeping to separate ends of the spawn area, in short we were sharing. I look up at one point from the three mobs I had going on my pet (crazy respawn rate) to see a pile of things respawn right on top of the Rogue.

In a streak a Paladin zipped in front of me, already dismounting. He dropped a consecrate right on top of the dog pile that was chewing off the rogues face and proceeded to tank them all while the three of us killed them off. With the respawns down, the friendly pallidan dropped a buff on me. Then he mounted up and headed on his way, asking for nothing but receiving many thanks.

Another time I came to the end of a quest series. One of those that call for you to go kill a named mob that spawns in a cave. I head over expecting the same kill stealing spawn camping a-holes I had kept seeing. I was wrong.

What I saw there at the cave reminded me oddly of the movie Airplane. You know, the scene where everyone is standing patiently in line with pipes and bats and such? The one where they are all taking turns knocking the freaked out passenger back to his senses? Well, it was a lot like that. There was A line about 5 players long standing at the cave entrance. The mob spawns, the first in line tags it, then we all burned it down. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The biggest surprise if the day came when my son (hereafter known as the klutz) decided that falling off the top bunk onto the floor full of Lego blocks seemed like a good idea. Well priorities being what that are as soon as I heard the noise I jumped up from the computer to go check on things. (He is fine)

I come back to the computer about 10 minutes later fully expecting to at least make a corpse run, perhaps even have to log back in depending on how long I had been afk. The scene I saw when I came back made me forget about all the asshattery of the last few days.

I was sitting at about 5% health.

My pet was dead. (he was on defensive, I wonder how many he took with him)

There were so many dead mobs stacked up around me that I could not count them.

And there was a certain Undead Rogue, killing everything that spawned on top of me.

I popped back up from being afk, saluted and thanked the hordie that had watched my back. Then I mounted up and rode back to town. I left secure in the knowledge that while there are asshats out there there are some truly decent folks behind some of the other monitors.

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6 Responses

  1. Yeah, the good has definitely outweighed the bad. Hanging out in Dalaran doing the book camp all day, I encountered about 4 others working on it. We all hung out, danced, chatted. Someone even brought out a disco ball..lol! Noone sat on spawn points, or tried in any way to hinder progress. It was very cool.

  2. Nice stories! The last one with a guardian angel while you were AFK was amazing.

    I’ve seen quite a lot of nice grouping the last few days and only a few examples of competition and mob stealing.

    Generally people seem to understand that behaving nicely and cooperating makes things easier for everyone.

  3. Awww ❤ for that undead rogue.

    I had something similar happen. I was leveling my druid, and doing the quest in Howling Fjord where you have to kill 4 of those elite giant things. An orc hunter was hanging about, and as soon as I had tagged a mob, he sent his pet in to hold aggro off me! The next giant came around the corner, and I waited for him to tag the mob before dpsing my heart out. We traded kills, helping each other, until we were both done with the quest, and cheerily waved /bye to each other.

  4. Great story. 🙂

    Sometimes there are still some decent people to be found in the game.

  5. You know I think my favorite part about that story is that it totally goes against the typical undead rogue stereotype. Much kudos to him.

  6. I was questing with my Gnome Warrior in Feralas when I came across a Troll who’d started the Robot Chicken Escort quest. The first ambush group had spawned and knowing what a pain this quest can be (and being a few levels higher than the Troll) I jumped in to help out…except the Chicken had not been tagged by the Mobs so it kept walking up the hill, while the Troll and I fight the Mobs.

    We were different factions, so I had no way to tell him to forget the Mobs and go after the Chicken. All I could do was watch in horror as it walked up the hill away from us, and as it despawned in my mind I heard the Failed Quest bell ring loud and clear.

    Sure enough, as soon as the Mobs were down the Troll headed back into the cave, and I felt terrible. My good deed had backfired.

    Although I’d completed my quests I hung around the cave mouth and a few minutes later the Troll come back out, once again escorting the Chicken.

    The first Ambush group spawned but this time I held back. I watched the Chicken and as soon as I saw it stop to fight I rushed in and tore into the pack. They went down pretty quickly but as soon as the last gorilla had fallen, without giving us a moment to breathe, the Chicken moved on.

    Unlike the Troll I had the leisure of being able to fall behind and eat/bandage but I’d barely healed up when the second Ambush group had appeared, so back into it we went, through Mob after Mob, up the path and down the road to the beach. It was during the last Ambush (the one I was dreading, 4 Furbolg, inc. Shamans IIRC) that a high level Hordie rode up. I saw by his tag that he was in the Troll’s Guild, and he dismounted and blasted the Furbolg apart.

    The Troll /thanked me, I /bowed /saluted to him, then we waved Bye and went our separate ways.

    An hour or so later I found myself killing Harpies in the ruins in NW Feralas, looking for four mystical flames to recharge some staff or something.

    It was tough going because the Harpies are not just a ranged/spell caster class but they like to run, and they like to come back with friends.

    Then who did I run into? The Troll and his Guildmate. They must have realized what Quest I was on, so they helped me clear the way to each Flame and complete the quest.

    Again we exchanged emotes /thank /bow /salute etc before heading our separate ways.

    That was a long time ago, but it was obviously one of my more enjoyable, more memorable moments in WoW 🙂

    I realize it’s World of WARcraft, but you don’t always have to be an asshat to the opposing faction.

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