I am, in some ways, a masochist. I enjoy horrible video games, terrible movies and other things that make my body convulse with absolute revulsion. This personal trait plays out in my World of Warcraft experience via a high tolerance for terrible groups just to see how bad things really can get before I cry uncle.
Today this habit played out, in its full disgusting glory, on my shaman. While I am not a great master of the shaman class I get by alright for the most part. I understand...