The true (unabridged) story of the Omaly-Sapphiron event

As many of you probably know, I ruined TV's final attempt at immortal in Naxxramas due to my horrible death against Sapphiron. I would first like to say, that yes, this had been completely my fault and I will not blame my death on lag, bad luck, or whatever other powers out of my control. I just want everyone to know exactly what occurred.

To know the entire mindset I was in, we have to begin a several months before I even joined TV. My character was originally created on Sargeras, where my RL friends had created their characters and, naturally, I wanted familiar people to play with when I first started. Me and my group of rag-tag noob friends bounced around between noobish guilds, mostly doing just Karazahn and the occasional Gruul's lair. We never really amounted to anything and simply had a good time being terrible. Eventually, Darkside began playing WoW again and told me to move over to Mal'ganis and simply continue to do what I'm doing, but with much less fail groups. Delighted at the idea, I quickly transfered around the time of Wotlk and began reading warlock information on Elitist Jerks. Most of my friends had either quit WoW, or had faction changed so I didn't see the appeal to doing anything on Sargeras anymore so the transfer was obviously a good idea. In a matter of days, I switched from being a completely terrible player to one who new what spec was good and could actually hold his own at dps. Times were great; pugs were a plenty and I simply wandered around guildless searching for the occasional Nax or Sarth pug. And then the day came of the one of the worst pugs I'd ever experienced.

Sitting in Dalaran, I saw a message in trade chat (this was before I had become a benefactor and did not yet know about /ejb) about a group cleaning up a Naxx10 run with only Mexxna, Saph, and KT left to go. This being a Saturday and having not yet found a Naxx to do that week, I eagerly took the last dps spot in hopes of getting a Turning Tide off of KT. Mexxna quickly went down without anyone dying and my hopes were high for a quick, no wipe clear of Naxx. I really couldn't have been more wrong.

Just before the pull, the raid leader asked who had done the fight before and I was dismayed to learn that only I and one other dps had ever done it. Deciding to hope for the best (we had one shot Mexxna after all) we began doing pulls with little success and very little progress. Failures were soon attributed to healers dying in Ice Storm and us foolishly standing behind ice blocks that had ice storm ontop of them. During this particular raid the occurence of this was unbelievably high and the idea that standing behind ice blocks with ice storm became equivalent to not standing behind a block at all. Because of the sheer volume of attempts we made against Sapph in this particular raid, the lethality and terror surrounding Ice storm became ingrained into my mind and from that day onward I would never stand behind an iceblock that had ice storm on it.

Eventually, I ended up joining Serious Casual, becoming a benefactor, and joining the TV raid group. I quickly established myself as the air-headed, semi-competent, space cadet of the raid. I didn't really mind being labeled as this as long as I continued to get a raid spot and had a shot at getting immortal. In the weeks leading up to my horrible failure, I quickly learned what a good raid group was and how terrible the guilds I had been in back in BC had been. One shotting current content was something I would have only dreamed of before and was ecstatic to be part of this group. Immortal continued to vex us throughout my experience and we could never quite get to KT without someone either DCing at a crucial moment or having a slight hiccup on a fight we had had no problems on for weeks before hand. With the time to get immortal slowly ticking away and our competition with RUM as to who would get Immortal growing more feverish, Spectear eventually resorted to having people with disconnect problems sit out on fights such as Thaddeus. Which leads us to the fateful final week of Naxxramas and my horrible failure.

On this particular night, everything was going perfectly. We had no DCs and everyone had brought their A game (atleast I thought I had) leading all the way up to Sapph. Sapph had never been a problem in the past and everyone was eager to fight KT, the one fight we had been having the most problems on. As usual, Sapph began with no problems, the first wave of iceblocks going as it should have and none of us were even half-concerned with a death.
The second wave of iceblocks then followed. I did the routine spread out from everyone and the first Ice-block nicely appears right in front of me. There was only one problem: this ice block had an ice storm on it. I froze in front of my keyboard and quickly began to panic. There were already 6 people behind this block and only two healer with them who appeared to be feverishly trying to keep them alive. Paranoid at being the one who would break the camel's back along with my ingrained phobia of the ice storm I feverently searched for another block to get behind. the block to my left was half-way across the room and there was no way to reach it in time. A cold sweat began to form as panic began to take over. I bolted off to my right as towards the next closest block as the orb of death slowly approached the floor. Vent went silent as I'm sure everyone slowly watched both me and the orb slowly approach our respective targets. Just inches away from the iceblock, the orb explodes promptly killing me, and sending an explosion of anguish through both raid chat and vent. I was horrified. I was the cause of us losing Immortal. ME. no one else. SIMPLY ME. For the longest time I simply stared at my screen at the travesty I had commited. I hadn't died to orb for as long as I could remembered and of all the times to do so, it had to be tonight. The raid went on, filled with bitter (but justified) remarks towards me and KT going as it normally had. That night after the raid, I wouldn't sleep over the pure shock of what I had done. Life went on with me forever being known as the guy who didn't know how to find iceblocks and as being the person who ruined immortal.
As you can see, I did not die because of wanting to pat the dps meters. And any of our 5 HOLY PRIESTS could have Gsed me at ANY TIME during my long run towards the iceblock. But alas, what's done is done.
I've been meaning to write this for a long time and again, I realize this is was completely my fault. I'm just tired of people making up things about what occurred.