In the words of the drunken sage, Zibro; "We...uh...we're one big happy dysfunkgtional faymmily. That's what Wodin says!" While I still haven't found the time to edit together "drunken Zibro night" as a mp3 adventure, I do have some slices of guildchat I found worth saving up. What's it like to roll with EJ, you ask?
You didn't ask? Oh. Piss off, then.
(Please forgive the graphical quality. My video card's on its way out, I'm afraid. :()
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First off. Warlocks have feelings, too.
Speaking of feelings, here's KP reliving one of our hunters' greatest MC pulls. The setting? Hunter A fails the pull. Hunter B steps up to show him how it's done...
Prodding like that tends to make the hunters paranoid.
Who can blame them, though?
It's okay, though. It's only a matter of time before someone else does something stupid and the raid-rage shifts toward them. In this case, it's the unfortunate Gonktarg. He received a withering tongue lashing on Vent during BWL that Hi summed up nicely right here. Gonk took it quite well, I think.
Anyway, we should get back to the whole love thing. In EJ, it's all about having good friends. Friends are the people who link your most embarrassing piece of loot for the whole raid while you're getting ready to fight Nef.
Friends put you back in line when you step out.
Friends sometimes still have full mana bars when you die, but that doesn't mean they've forgotten about you.
Sometimes your mates are just having an off day and you gotta cut em' some slack, though. I remember one evening that I was in a particularly bad mood and everyone tolerated me anyway because they're cool like that.
Then we raided MC and everyone was sucking, which didn't help my mood much. I tried to fix things, but to no avail:
Everyone seemed to think it would be fun to wipe to a trivial boss.
I remember offtanking a Sulfuron add that some tank had forgotten he was assigned to. It pissed me off a tad.
I cast my Supernova spell in time to save the raid, but my Class Representative had failed me once again. It appeared that in the most recent patch, they'd nerfed yet another of my only useful abilities that didn't require a bloody soulshard. GG, thanks rep. Supernova resisted. Raid wiped.
I was pretty mad so I vented a tiny bit.
Tehax felt my pain. I think he was praying for a power failure or asking the gods what in all hell he'd done, here. They responded by smacking him in the face with a large nametag.
On the next pull, our priests finally remembered how to play their class so it went better. This left people free to muse over my outburst and paladins, I suppose.
After MC, it's back to business as usual. Dios will kick us off by talking about ZG groups.
But why bother with inter-raid trash talk when you have 19 people right there handy?
Sometimes, we get to take Doombert with us. He's like family.
Well...almost.
Cheers.