There’s No Bard Here

Illidan Did It Better

Ok, So Illidan Did It Better

To tank, or not to tank, that is the question:
Whether ’tis Saner in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Dailies,
Or to lead Arms Warriors against some raid,

And by fighting end it: to die, to wipe
Still more; and by a wipe, to say we leave
The killer snails, and the thousand silly insults
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to AFK,

To AFK, perchance to bio; Aye, there’s the prob,
For in that AFK of death, some wipes may come,
Others falling through the quick vanishing floor,
Must give us pause. There’s the chance
That a Druid might cast a battle res:

For who would bear the Rolls and Scorns of RNG,
The eyeball’s maze, the queue’s very long wait,
The pulls of despised trolls, the healers’ delay,
The insolence of DPS, and the stacks
of Determination that the unworthy take,
When he himself might his end make
by running in Fire? Who would soldier on,
To grunt and sweat behind a weary shield,
But that the dread of some repetitious quest,
The rediscovered Objective, from whose reward
No good returns, troubles the soul,
And makes us rather bear those LFRs we have,
Than fly to tedium that we want none of.

Thus Hope for gear does make Raiders of us all,
And thus the Mechanics of the whole dang thing
Are glossed o’er, with the damage healed away,
And enterprises of great skill and effort,
In this regard their Coolness goes awry,
And loses the cachet of Raiding. Queue popped,
Does that guy have a tank spec? You, with thy threat
generation can take over.

———-

Healing LFR = OK!  Tanking LFR?  Still chickening out bad.

And yeah, no, I didn’t care that much about preserving syllable count.  I mean, I’m butchering this to heck and back already, so what does structure matter?  So far, I’ve destroyed Edgar Allen Poe and Shakespeare.  What poet or playwright is next!?

 

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9 thoughts on “There’s No Bard Here

  1. Umlaut Paradots

    Awesome, I have had the same feelings that you summed up in your poem, or song, both work. :p

    Thank you for linking me! The more the merrier for my Mog’s Addiction. I am currently sitting in a lunchtime LFR queue, just for boots… Two set designs, both are hinging on boots. RNG FTW/L! :p

    Reply
    1. Prinnie Powah Post author

      I hate it when you get down to the very last piece you need for something, and it doesn’t drop FOREVER just because RNG is having fun playing with your hopes. /sob

      Reply
  2. Matty

    I, too, have a once-brave paladin named Luperci who fought her way through all that Deathwing could dish out at her, only to be defeated and demoralized by a bunch of….never mind.

    This is a grand and glorious work, Prinnie, and I shall hail it with all my powers! (Okay, linking it on my blog as soon as I can, not much, but the best I can do!)

    Reply
    1. Prinnie Powah Post author

      /bow

      Should probably thank the dead guy who wrote the original for both writing it in the first place, and being so dead he can’t even roll over when I abuse his work to this degree. 😀

      Reply
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