I've been dabbling with a couple games since I quit Warhammer.
I subbed to WoW for laughs. People sometimes ask why I hate that fucking game. This is all I've taken from my past week of playing:
- I log on to my Level 67 Blood Elf Hunter I haven't played in 14 years, because I wanted a flying snake thing as a pet. A red one.
- Oh look, I have found a Dungeon Group. Our dungeon mission: We have to kill many Bird-Men.
- The tank begins to complain that "dps need to dps". I don't think the other players fully understand what "dps" is even an acronym for. I wonder how they try to process this sage advice.
"Fuck that guy. I'm totally Doing Positive Stuff."
- Recount is repeatedly spammed. The Death Knight says he just has some lag, but is good, he should be able to do 600 dps.
- I'm kind of laugh-crying but feel nothing inside, for I am dead there.
- The tank and healer continually bitch that the other dps aren't doing anything. I think the 2 of them are doing a combined damage total equivalent a level 20 Paladin fart.
- Cruel words are being spoken.
"You've never done 600 dps in your life"
This seems sad to me on several levels. I picture a tombstone:
"John Wowplayer. 1999-2011. Beloved Son & Brother. Never did 600 dps."