I have an in-game friend who recently came back to the game after being gone for a couple of months. She's lovely and nice, and plays a hunter well enough to not be a huntard.
Story 1: You are out numbered...
So, this friend, a couple of guildies and I decide to random for frost badgers one day. There's 4 of us, all from the same server, and 3 of whom are in the same guild. We zone into Old Kingdom and before we get the chance to go "ugh not this one, I hope the tank is good," the DK tank has gone "GOGOGO!" and sped off towards a pack of spiders. We do okay, until patrols start eating on me and the ranged dps, and the tank ignores the patrol and goes charging into the next pack of mobs. No one dies, but it's getting annoying.
I should note here that all 4 of us are on vent together.
So we get to after the vampire boss and he's still "gogogo! I have 5 minutes until wintergrasp!" Then several things happen at once. He jumps down off the platform, the hunter lags and goes down the stairs, and extra mobs get pulled. The hunter ends up dead, and I rez her. She says something in vent like "brb, really quick" and I say in party chat "Hey wait up a sec." The tank goes, "You're DPS, you don't matter, wintergrasp in 2 minutes!" We all go "WTF mate?" I go "Don't queue if don't have the time to complete the dungeon properly." He goes "Whatever, we'd have time if y'all weren't slow" or something like that. So, in vent we decide to be really slow, and jerks. On the boss, we just do nothing. No healing, no dps, just stand there and die. And then we started yelling stuff at him in party chat, while he was blowing cooldowns trying to solo the boss. Like "HOW I SHOT BULLIT?" "WUT AM TREE??" "DK RES ME!!!" "BREZ" "WHAT BUTTAN FOR DPS???"
It was amazingly fun. We ended up 4 manning the last boss after rezing, with resto-bear tank. That was also fun.
Story 2: The tank that didn't move (based off the red haired man that didn't move from "The Sweet Potato Queens" series)
So, the hunter and I are again throwing our selves to the mercy of the random dungeon finder. We both could use a few more triumph badges, her for gear (possibly heirlooms) and me for gems. We get FoS. We run in, buff up and stand in the little hallway that's perpendicular to the entrance and stare at the first set of mobs. The tank is still standing at the entrance. We wait a couple of minutes. I go "Tank (but I used his name because otherwise it's kinda rude in my opinon), are you there?" He goes "Yeah" but dosen't move. I wait another couple of minutes. I know I waited several minutes because my random dungeon cooldown was down to about 11 minutes. I ask "Are you coming?" He goes "I'm kinda busy right now."
The hunter and I boggle at each other. One of the other dps goes "I wish you'd just go away" at the tank, but he still dosen't move. I go at the hunter in vent "You know how to misdirect right?" She goes "Yeah...." and we misdirect the two skeleton things onto the tank, who still hadn't moved. In the ensuing chaos, one of the other dps dies, one drops group, then the hunter drops group. I'm in the process of dropping group, when I notice the tank isn't there. He stepped backwards out of the instance portal, and then says "Weren't expecting that were you?"
We ended up waiting the debuff out and queueing again.
So the morals of these stories are, even though I'm normally very nice, I can be a jerkface.
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Tales of Fail #1
I figured I need to get some of my really bad PuG stories down in writing before I forget about them. Both of these are from Baby Druid's leveling experience. When I leveled my hunter, I did a total of 8 5 man dungeons before she hit level 80. So, to get my druid some healing experience, I dungeon leveled her.
Tale the First- BRD
BRD is a looooong complicated and kind of confusing instance that lists the appropriate level range as 49-58. I ran it on Milli 3 different times before I finally got the achievement for it. The first time, we started with a DK tank, me healing, a warlock, a warrior and I think a rogue for DPS. We got through the ring event, of course someone got locked in the room with the boss, and were on the way down to the fire elemental boss. Someone has to go afk for a minute and the rest of us stand around and twiddle our thumbs and play with mini pets and tree dance. Suddenly the person that is afk is getting eaten by one of the giant patrolling iron things. I try to heal them, I get eaten, and we wipe. Person comes back from being afk, and we run back and move on. We get to the boss and the tank and two of the DPS die very quickly, and as far as I remember due to their own stupidity. The warlock and I keep each other going long enough to kill it. At about that point the DK tank had had enough and leaves. We look for a new tank and find a level 49 paladin. She's polite and generally competent even if she is a bit squishy due to being 4 levels lower than the mobs we're fighting. After a few minutes the warrior dps leaves and we get, another warrior! This one is competent and polite and dosen't try to off tank. We make our way to the bar, eventually. At the begining of the run, the warlock and I are getting along great, but by this point, we're going "Rrrr" at each other. We wipe due to pulling the entire bar and the boss all at once, but we run back and eventually get it right. We end up calling it after the next pull when we wipe yet again.
The next time I went, I went with my acquired paladin. I did a ZF run with this paladin who went afk at the bottom of the stairs as we started the stair event... Three wipes later he's been kicked and we proceed to 4 man the rest of the instance with the tank that figured that I wasn't too squishy and he didn't need to get adds off me. But the paladin actually turned out to be okay and kinda nice. I ended up running a lot of instances with him through the later part of old world and Outland. But on this run I get brought in half way through since their previous healer d/c'd. There was a DK dps that had deathgripitis and kept trying to tank. That group disolved rather quickly when the paladin rage quit.
The third and final time I went to BRD, the warlock from the first run, he had a paladin at about the same level. We went in through the back door, took out the bar, the seven and got our achievement very quickly, then went back through the rest of the instance. I then decided I was never ever ever going back to BRD again, at least until next brewfest.
Tale the Second- Slave Pens
Baby Druid was level 67 and getting bored of questing in Outland and really ready to move on to Northrend. So I put her in lfg for healing Underbog and a few other assorted instances. When we get our group together the average level is a little better suited for Slave Pens rather than Underbog so we head over to that instance entrance and we're off. The paladin tank had a familiar looking weapon though. I do a quick inspect and see that it's the same caster mace I have. I also look at his talents and see reassuring points in the protection tree. I brush off the caster mace as a "it was probably an upgrade to a quest green he had in old world and he just hasn't found anything better yet." As we go, I'm finding the healing to be a little bit harder than I would expect it to be, but I'd been healing an overgeared and overleveled tank for the last few instances that I'd been doing, so I figured this was just him being several levels lower than me. We get to the second boss and the tank asks if he would be a good raid tank. I think "I'm not peeling aggro off of him, and squishyness can be fixed." I reply "You're doing okay on this." The mage, who is decked out in heirlooms, also says something to the effect of "You're doing fine enough." The tank then decides that after a smoke break (or tree dance break if you're me) that he's going to go "balls out" for the rest of the run and procedes to say "balls out" as often as possible. While we were stopped, I took the time to really inspect the tank. I look at his gear and every piece of it is spell power plate or spell power weapons and accessories.
Now, I will admit to having caused a wipe or two due to getting distracted by looting things or picking flowers, but that tends to only happen when you have a tired group and nobody is really paying any attention to what the others are doing. We wipe once on that trash that requires the tank to pick up stragglers before they get to the healer (ie all trash). In this group we also have a shaman and a balance druid. I start struggling with the pace the tank is setting, and I notice that the shaman is helping to pick up some of the slack, and healing herself as needed. I manage to get myself into a tight, yet fixable healing spot, because I got silenced or stunned or the tank was squishy and suddenly the balance druid shifts out of moonkin form and pops tranquility. After we're done and I'm getting ready to thank the balance druid, he starts bragging. "Thank goodness I'm here or we wouldn't have survived that!" That's a very good way to make me mad. There's back up healing and then there's that. We start the escort event that leads to the final boss and the balance druid is continuing to heal and jump about in range of the mobs. I stop healing him at that point. He gets rezed and we take out the boss. The tank and the balance druid ask if we'd like to do another dungeon or do this one again. The mage replies "oh I've gotta dash, I have a raid I have to get to." The paladin and druid both ask to go along on the raid. I'm quietly facepalming in the corner.
Tale the First- BRD
BRD is a looooong complicated and kind of confusing instance that lists the appropriate level range as 49-58. I ran it on Milli 3 different times before I finally got the achievement for it. The first time, we started with a DK tank, me healing, a warlock, a warrior and I think a rogue for DPS. We got through the ring event, of course someone got locked in the room with the boss, and were on the way down to the fire elemental boss. Someone has to go afk for a minute and the rest of us stand around and twiddle our thumbs and play with mini pets and tree dance. Suddenly the person that is afk is getting eaten by one of the giant patrolling iron things. I try to heal them, I get eaten, and we wipe. Person comes back from being afk, and we run back and move on. We get to the boss and the tank and two of the DPS die very quickly, and as far as I remember due to their own stupidity. The warlock and I keep each other going long enough to kill it. At about that point the DK tank had had enough and leaves. We look for a new tank and find a level 49 paladin. She's polite and generally competent even if she is a bit squishy due to being 4 levels lower than the mobs we're fighting. After a few minutes the warrior dps leaves and we get, another warrior! This one is competent and polite and dosen't try to off tank. We make our way to the bar, eventually. At the begining of the run, the warlock and I are getting along great, but by this point, we're going "Rrrr" at each other. We wipe due to pulling the entire bar and the boss all at once, but we run back and eventually get it right. We end up calling it after the next pull when we wipe yet again.
The next time I went, I went with my acquired paladin. I did a ZF run with this paladin who went afk at the bottom of the stairs as we started the stair event... Three wipes later he's been kicked and we proceed to 4 man the rest of the instance with the tank that figured that I wasn't too squishy and he didn't need to get adds off me. But the paladin actually turned out to be okay and kinda nice. I ended up running a lot of instances with him through the later part of old world and Outland. But on this run I get brought in half way through since their previous healer d/c'd. There was a DK dps that had deathgripitis and kept trying to tank. That group disolved rather quickly when the paladin rage quit.
The third and final time I went to BRD, the warlock from the first run, he had a paladin at about the same level. We went in through the back door, took out the bar, the seven and got our achievement very quickly, then went back through the rest of the instance. I then decided I was never ever ever going back to BRD again, at least until next brewfest.
Tale the Second- Slave Pens
Baby Druid was level 67 and getting bored of questing in Outland and really ready to move on to Northrend. So I put her in lfg for healing Underbog and a few other assorted instances. When we get our group together the average level is a little better suited for Slave Pens rather than Underbog so we head over to that instance entrance and we're off. The paladin tank had a familiar looking weapon though. I do a quick inspect and see that it's the same caster mace I have. I also look at his talents and see reassuring points in the protection tree. I brush off the caster mace as a "it was probably an upgrade to a quest green he had in old world and he just hasn't found anything better yet." As we go, I'm finding the healing to be a little bit harder than I would expect it to be, but I'd been healing an overgeared and overleveled tank for the last few instances that I'd been doing, so I figured this was just him being several levels lower than me. We get to the second boss and the tank asks if he would be a good raid tank. I think "I'm not peeling aggro off of him, and squishyness can be fixed." I reply "You're doing okay on this." The mage, who is decked out in heirlooms, also says something to the effect of "You're doing fine enough." The tank then decides that after a smoke break (or tree dance break if you're me) that he's going to go "balls out" for the rest of the run and procedes to say "balls out" as often as possible. While we were stopped, I took the time to really inspect the tank. I look at his gear and every piece of it is spell power plate or spell power weapons and accessories.
Now, I will admit to having caused a wipe or two due to getting distracted by looting things or picking flowers, but that tends to only happen when you have a tired group and nobody is really paying any attention to what the others are doing. We wipe once on that trash that requires the tank to pick up stragglers before they get to the healer (ie all trash). In this group we also have a shaman and a balance druid. I start struggling with the pace the tank is setting, and I notice that the shaman is helping to pick up some of the slack, and healing herself as needed. I manage to get myself into a tight, yet fixable healing spot, because I got silenced or stunned or the tank was squishy and suddenly the balance druid shifts out of moonkin form and pops tranquility. After we're done and I'm getting ready to thank the balance druid, he starts bragging. "Thank goodness I'm here or we wouldn't have survived that!" That's a very good way to make me mad. There's back up healing and then there's that. We start the escort event that leads to the final boss and the balance druid is continuing to heal and jump about in range of the mobs. I stop healing him at that point. He gets rezed and we take out the boss. The tank and the balance druid ask if we'd like to do another dungeon or do this one again. The mage replies "oh I've gotta dash, I have a raid I have to get to." The paladin and druid both ask to go along on the raid. I'm quietly facepalming in the corner.
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