Because I don’t really do Retribution so well and I’m not really temperamentally suited to be the healer (just because I can doesn’t mean I should and all that), I haven’t bothered to set Violaryn’s alt spec. Therefore, she’s been tanking constantly. I kinda like tanking; I envision myself plowing ahead FOR THE LIGHT AND STUFF WOOOO, smashing things left and right like some sort of sickly, extremely short Viking with fantastic hair. And on the upside, the tank queue is OMG amazing even when you have to wait seven minutes for a heals. On the downside, if there really are five stages of tanking, then I’m probably somewhere between anger and depression – which is just super.
I deny that denial exists.
I would occasionally tell him not to Death Grip that, not to pull those and res him when things went wrong (among those guys you pulled is one that summons a totem that charms us, which would be why you died), but for the most part I spent my time giving up on all that because stupid is as stupid does. He finally got on my nerves right before the last boss, so I had to say something. I probably would’ve let it pass again after making my point - it was the last boss and all – but then he had to go start being a smartass on me. Hell no, boy.
So they keep on pulling. They pull with Death Grip. They pull with Moonfire. They pull with pets, with arrows, with Frostbolt and arcane power. You ask them to stop please, then they do it again; as soon as you get one LFD group to stop pulling all the sheeyit, the next LFD group pulls it all once more. If this is going to be a regular thing – I might as well get some amusement out of it, right?
Y U DO DIS. WHY DON’T YOU LEARN? I AM NOT SLOW, YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVE AN ADDICTION TO ENERGY DRINKS AND THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM. I ONLY HAVE SO MANY SKILLS TO PULL CRAP WITH ANYWAY. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Eff it, man. I’ll do what I do and they’ll do what they do. Hey huntard, if your pet dies, your pet dies. Warlock doesn’t know how to take the threat generation off their Felguard? It dies. If a mage takes the aggro, they can have the freaking aggro. You may laugh now, but some day, a mob will smash your face into the ground. You won’t say “Darn, I wish I had learned my proper party role and left the pulling to the tank.” No, you won’t. But at that very moment, I will know that you have gotten crushed into itty bitty little pieces, and I will silently rejoice. Karma, people. Karma.
Wait, that doesn’t sound so much like acceptance as it sounds like mostly restrained frustrations.