This is my head meeting the wall

(Spoiler alert: This is a Wow centric post. My blog, my posts.)

Why, Why, Why can't people do as they are told. *Smash head against brick wall.* Ok, so the last raid I was on did not go so well. The Shade of Aran, I don't like him, in fact I object to his very existence and like to terminate him with extreme prejudice. It's just my thing. The fight is easy, huntsman easy with two warlocks. We had two warlocks. One moved in flame wreath and the other refused to run from Arcane blast. Hence they both died before the elementals arrived which were their entire purpose for being there. ARRRRRRRR!

*grumble grumble grumble.

Ok, yes it is a game. But in everything I do I try to be as good and knowledgable as I can. It's kind of an obsession to be competent. Ask my stories, they are never done. Reason? I can make them better. So I have researched about how to be a good hunter. I am reasonably sucessful according to my guild. Trapping, dpsing and kiting are no problem. All they had to do was live, then fear. Ugh, I could go on but right now it's just a waste of words.

So before you think, oh god not that game again, (and I play it less than the average American watches television, that means you) have you ever encountered someone who was too lazy to improve on something that you were both involved in. It could be a sports team, a band or in theater. In soccer it was the kid who kicked with their big toe, in hockey the people who refused to play defense and fall back to their own zone, I'm sure there's an equivalent in theater (never was into singing, it creeps me out), they made you want to scream. As a goalie I did, often, as any defenseman who has ever played with me. But here, I can't. I can't say a word or tell them the URL to a lock website, tell them to talk to the two guildies who are great locks, I can't say a thing.

This is one of those situations where hobby meets commitment I suppose. After sucking as a hunter for a very long time I did all that I could to learn about my class. (Half assing is not an option, so sayeth my unbringing). Eh, at the time I also couldn't walk so what else was I supposed to do? Not everyone will have the same commitment and that is....ok. Casual is what we are and ranting about it has made me feel a tiny bit better. Tiny. Like {} this much. ;)

Well, at least I got new boots.