We were at it again! This time, we were trying to better the attempt from last Tuesday where we didn’t kill any bosses.
We had a fresh run, going from Hellfire Assault. After the pull on the first boss, I realised that I had the wrong talent on, Powershot instead of Barrage. This wasn’t really a problem on Iron Reaver but as I was running towards Kormrok with the rest of the group, my attempts to switch it was scuppered by them always being in combat or Powershot was on cooldown.
“Aww, I can’t switch my talent as its on cooldown” I moaned
“Thats only 45 seconds to wait…” Moose replied.
I sat there watching my countdown tick through and hovered my cursor over the barrage talent. Oblivious to what was going on around me. The timer hit zero and I clicked barrage eagerly.
“Urgh! And now I’m in combat!”
This carried on all the way through to Kormrok…
I also died on the trash down the stairs. There I was, busily providing annoying knockbacks and then I died. Laughing over TS and exclaiming “what the fuck!?” I released.
“Did you die?” Ketod asked.
“Who did you pay?” I questioned.
“No one! Cost me too much last raid…” Ketod replied with a sigh.
“Who won last time?” Insarius asked.
“Me!” Blackdaliha said, pleased.
“What do you mean nice!?!” I asked. “I died!”
We killed Kormrok and right at the last moment there was a wobbly bit where we almost had a taunt issue.
“Next time taunt off me on hand” Oz said to Hellsreaper.
“Sorry, I was having trouble with my own hand to notice yours” he replied.
“Having trouble with your hand…” I added, not going to let this one pass up.
“That sounds weird…” Evil said.
“Especially when we’re exploding in them!” Jolly added.
“That is never going to get old….”
They ran off up the stairs and I was busy jotting down some notes. I ended up miles behind them all and ran to catch them up, I ran past the huge mob by the stairs.
“Are we pulling the big guy?” I asked.
“What big guy?” Evil asked, sounding worried.
“The one that shes just run past…” Insarius said.
“I could bring a friend to the party” I joked as I came to the door of the council room.
“Did you?” Jolly asked, really sounding worried.
“Noooo… I came to this party alone.”
“Is your friend big, black and wobbly?” Insarius added.
“How did you know what my dildo looked like?!” I exclaimed.
There was hearty laughter over TS as that last comment sunk in.
“I might not put that on the internet” I added. (Alas, here I am doing it!)
Later on in the evening the Lords of the Internet didn’t seem to be with us and the people of Denmark apparently hadn’t prayed enough/paid their collective Internet bills as all of them got dc-ed at the same time on our Archimonde kill.
“Did everyone from Denmark just dc?”
There were sighs all round. Once they had managed to log back in there was a brief announcement…
“Welcome to Denmark!”
With the majority of the Danes dead there was a call for hero.
“Gabriel? Microfynk? Danue?”
“I’m very dead” Danue quipped.
Roll on a couple of days and we were back again. Jolly was at the helm, steering the good-ship clusterfuck through upper.
We were on trash before Soc.
“Why does barrage have such a long cooldown?” I moaned.
“I’d say thank fuck it does!” Jolly interjected, possibly speaking for the entire team.
At that point there was a sly ninja pull as Danue may have gotten over excited over the adds.
“Was that a mage?!”
“Yes that was me, sorry!” she replied, in true ‘Danue’ style.
We had three ranged until we decided to get Baba to relog onto Ketod and suck it up with three healers.
It was like feeding time at the zoo. Shit was everywhere but we killed it. Wasn’t clean by a long shot and we had to throw fake tanks at the boss (Dks, that’s you)
We got Xelianna in who was confused as to what we were doing.
“Were on Tyrant” Moose advised as we waited for his arrival.
“I’m at Mannoroth” he announced.
“Did you take the wrong portal?” Jolly asked.
“I must have done…”
He went back to the beginning and tried again.
“Mannoroth is still up?”
“We’re at Tyrant”
“What portal is that?”
“The other one to the one you keep taking…” Jolly said. The laughter was slowly starting to ripple out over ts.
“Oh. I kept going up there as I thought you were on Archimonde and I couldn’t work out how mannoroth was still up!”
While clearing out Tyrants room, I’d had a complete brain fart when Jolly asked for cc’s. I snuck in and sent a beautiful trap towards a mob. I watched, totally confused as nothing happened except a white circle appear under some hooves.
“Fuck. That was the wrong trap!” I managed to say in-between fits of laughter.
This was also following trying to stun a ghost, only to find that I had somehow tried to missdirect.
“My keybinds are fucked!” I panicked as I tried to see where everything was.
I’d completely forgotten that as Francis had taken my char through challenge modes, he had caused the group immense fun as he was popping deterrence instead of stampede or feigning death instead of stunning an add. We have this thing. He complains about my keybinds, moves them. I forget until I’m mid fight and don’t realise until I’ve pressed to do something extravagant and find myself placing a trap at my feet, or something equally useless.
One thing that does happen a lot is I get bubbled. I’m ‘made a princess’. Opala gave me the macro to get rid of it. I created it and then had to work out where to put it.
“I’ll get rid of tranquilising shot. I never use that anyway…” I muttered. “That’s a lie, I used it on Beastlord.”
Job done, my anti bubble was now on 9. I showed them a screen shot of the macro itself.
Named FU KETOD in honour of the one who started it, followed by a verbal insult that’s bound to get me into trouble in dungeons and lfr….