Epitome of Nubness: Drinking and Raiding

Wow. You aren’t going to believe this one…

So, I come home from a long day at work at the ER and just wanted to relax. No guild runs to do, no big raids going on, no stressed-out heroic runs, no endless grinding for money… looked like another boring night, so I downed a couple shot of Jager and jumped into AB and started killing people.

Yeah, I said it. I’m Prot, and I’m actually killing people. Granted, I only get 4-6 killing blows in a game, but it takes a heaping helping of horde effort to take me down. I’ve learned a Prot Warrior’s place in non-arena BG… running distraction on mount! As long as the enemy mages continue to have a slow response time with Polymorph, I’ll drag half the hordies with me from a flag, giving my guys time enough to seize the opportunity. Once the flag has been re-contested, I dismount and turn on the heat, aiming for casters first and disrupting the hell out of every spell I can see. It was beautiful… until.

[Theories]: You want to run mags with us?

[Radhja]: Guild or pug?

[Theories]: Little of both.

[Radhja]: …do I have to MT?

[Theories]: No, I’ll MT.

[Radhja]: OK, I’m in. I know the fight.

It wasn’t a complete lie. I really do know the majority of the fight, but from an OT’s standpoint. I haven’t yet had the “pleasure” of MTing Magtheridon, and until 2.4, I probably won’t (cause my chest sucks… I might as well be wearing nothing). To my credit, however, I have tanked the 5th Channeler (the “tough one”), and I know how to click a damn cube, so I’m not completely useless.

So, we’re sitting in Mag’s chamber after clearing the laffable shadowbolt-spam mobs, awaiting tanking and healing instructions. I’m standing behind my mob, just waiting for the time to swing sword and shield, and take home some much-needed loot.

Then, in /ra chat…

[Theories]: If you have done this before and know the cube clicks, pst me.

So, I begin to send him a tell, and a surge of dread fills my being as my finger slips on my /targetnearestenemy // /startattack macro button.


You can imagine what happened next. All 5 Channelers begin running at me, and the gate slams shut, sealing the fates of all inside.

Vent erupted in a violent concoction of “what the eff just happened?” “omg, you effin’ nub” “who the eff started the fight?”

[Radhja]: <----------- rolls 100 on Blame Roll

Well, to make matters even worse, two people immediately leave the raid group, which spurs others to leave. The Raid Leader says he’s going AFK, assigns assist to two others, and leave it up to us to keep the group together. We begin pulling in more people to fill the gaps, but people are leaving faster than we can recruit. Before we know what happened, we’re down to 15 people.

I’ve never been the sole cause of a 25-man wipe until last night. I’m never drinking jager before a raid again.