A Most Frustrating BRDay

I think I've been avoiding doing any instances on Gal.

And today I remembered it's for a good reason.

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I started out my WoW day on the auction house because I had nothing to do. Shammy shows up and makes me port to Shattrath (Gal's first step in Outlands!) so I can set my hearth there. He tells me I'm lazy because I haven't done it yet, but really hearthing there only because of the free ports sounds even more lazy, but who am I to complain? Shammy leaves, and Z and I are gonna run BRD since he just transferred here and had time to spare before his first run with his new guild Over the Line (Gruul's for the curious).

Well we didn't actually get to do BRD because I had to go and he had to go, etc.

I log in a bit later and decide, well, since I am here already, why not? I queue up for a group. Find a full one with a 50 pally, 57 healer, random lock, and 52/53 rogue.

Coolies. This is good instance karma. I run to Kargath to stock up on arrows and clear out my bags. Decide my boar just isn't going to cut it even though my group doesn't care. I hate the boar and the only reason why I have him is because of Z (although he was pretty handy in the 2-minute match of WSG my shammy and I totally smashed). I stable him (byebye to tiger kitty). I offer to go grab a wolf.

A few minutes of Petopia later and I come up with this beauty:


Plus, he is a short run away! Dealy-o, Howie Mandel.

In case you haven't noticed, I have a rather large attraction to white, black, or orange pets. Well, maybe I gotta do a pet timeline one day.

I train my pet but now my ui is freaking out. My joy for addons is fading. I spent fifteen minutes logging then relogging just to get my freaking portrait to show up on the screen.

By the time time I finally get it to work half of my group has left. Seriously, I told them what my problem was and that I would summon people in between. They were all doing AV and such while I waited around for them to show up.

Alright, patience is a virtue. Z promised me another run later anyways, so it's all gonna be okay.

I get a whole 'nother group together with the remaining rogue (who I have to give a shout-out to later for being a great tank....you'll see). The 50 pally returns and we have a tank. We get another rogue. I kick him. Sorry, man. We get a 55 healer who doesn't know what BRD is, but he's good anyways. We get a new warlock (who is not demo spec because demo is "nubsauce"; Z agrees).

My wolfy is falling in love with me while we summon people. My graphics are a little funky (remember the kablooey post?), but it's nothing I can't handle. I redo all my spell bars because they have been moved around by friends while I wasn't playing. We are good to go apart from the rapidly decaying amounts of meats we've gots due to Mr. Wolfy.

We go in we wipe on trash before zoning (except me). We rez. We zone. People lag. While people (and by that I mean pally) lag, rogue tanks like a freakin' feral druid. Priestie heals. Wolf attacks. We dps. Warlock....warlock....warlock has imp out.

Pally comes in.

"Let me pull."

Now I was letting the rogue pull before cause I was lagging a lot and he knew what he was doing. He was marking mobs and taking charge. I should have friended him and saved him for a rainy day.

But now when the pally asked to pull because he couldn't, and I quote, "get aggro" from us, I was starting to get a little worried. I told him to get a threat meter, first of all. Then I stood back and shut my eyes.

Pulled a group. BAM. Pulled another on top of that. Healer's hands must have been flying across the keyboard. And you know how those packs are: they've got the elite and then his doggie minions. I was multishotting the Bloodhounds off the priest and the warlock, and then tanking them while alternating DPS on the elite. There's no point in freezing them at this point, I'm healthy and not taking very much damage. Plus we need all the DPS we can get on the two main mobs.

We barely take down the first pull. The pally dies in the middle of this and suddenly the elites are running all over. Priest gets bashed a few times before I catch one and then send it the rogue's way. We eat through the second pull slowly.

Okay, phew. That was good. We're out of mana, but the pet is up and happily chewing on some Bloodhound flanks.

Pally comes back.

Let's try this again.

Same thing. Two packs pulled. We are dropping like flies. I am the last one standing and my pet and I take down the second pack by ourselves while everyone watches.

We so had that!

But then yet another pack that had chased the fleeing healer out ran back and I had no mana left to pop a heal on the wolf. I watch in horror as he falls and then one elite and one Bloodhound run for me. My feign is on cooldown. I have no pet. I have no mana. I am a broken hunter.

"Should I start rezzing?"
"No. Just wait for her to die."

At least I put up a fight!



We stop and reasses as we drink and eat. Meat is getting ridiculously low, but more is dropping off of Bloodhounds and people are donating.

Alrighty. First boss, or whatever, in the big room. The bat-dragons go down and I think the pally almost died again. I yet again found myself tanking the bats I pulled off of the healer and lock.

Then the second part of the battle begins. Sa-weet. This guys is gonna go down easy. He's gonna be butter on toast, baby.

And then I lag. I am calm. This happens all the time.

Okay okay, I mentally anticipate my cooldowns and fire shots while nothing happens.

Then the music stops.

And I DC.

Sh*t-monkies!

I zone as fast as my poor little PowerBook will let me. The boss is down. I go to see the loot that I missed out on.



[Savage Gladiator Leggings]



.......Oh...my...god.

"Who took my leggings?"
"No one has rolled yet."
"Who took my friggin' leggings?!"

I'm lagging.
They've already left me there.

"Who won those?"

They roll for another item that I don't care about.
I stop lagging enough to run and find them.
They are all dying. What the crap?

"Who took my leggings? I wanted those. I just want to know who so I can mentally bash them in the noggin."
Warlock: "Dude, this f*cking sucks. Priest why weren't you healing? Pay attention, noobs."
Warlock: "I am so out of here."

The warlock leaves. Good riddance. He wasn't doing much but pulling aggro anyways.

"Who won my leggings?"
Pally: "I got them lol."
"........"
"I don't even want them." <--(aka my leggings are gonna be vendor trash!!)
"They're BoP, right? Are you sure?" <--(because everything awesome has to be BoP.)
"Yeah, man, I would totally give them to you if not."
"*Sob*"
"Yeah sucks I'm not even going to use them. I don't want them. Anyone here an enchanter?" <--(aka let's disenchant Galileyo's pants, bwahahah!!)

Everyone is dead except for me. I am mourning the loss of my pants. The pally takes my loot and runs. He says he's done for now, too, but if we group again later to PST him.

Yeah right. You were a sucky tank anyways!

My pants! Vendor trash!

I hate paladins.

I bid farewell to the excellent rogue and super healer. They agree. We'll try again another day. I hearth back to Shatt, crushed on the inside. WoW quits like five times while I run around.

But I had enough time to snag a shot or two of me and my wolf:

Of course I can't for the life of me find said screenshot in the large mountain that is my collection of random screenshots. (Did you know they go away after a while? I have so many that they start deleting themselves to make room for more. Curious....)

But this will do:


Boars is stupid. Shammy (on mage twink) agrees with me.


As usual: I apologize for the longevity of this post.