Thursday, March 15 2007

In a Parallel Universe…

[Peem] whispers: wiped in TIB, can u tank 4 us

[Ferendo] whispers: Maybe, what’s up?

[Peem] whispers: need 2 clear 4 1st boss, u tank 6 whelps we dps

[Ferendo] whispers: That sounds easy. Go ahead and summon me.

Ferendo joins the party.

[Ferendo] says: Okay, where are the whelps?

[Peem] says: dead ahead, dood

[Ferendo] says: What, past that nest of elite dragonkin?

Peem points at Enraged Harbinger Whelp.

[Ferendo] says: Ah, right in the middle of the nest of elite dragonkin. That’s a problem.

[Peem] says: u said easy

[Ferendo] says: I said tanking six whelps would be easy. Nobody told me about the 18 elite dragonkin fireballing me and healing each other in the middle of the fight. All my fire resist gear put together won’t keep me alive for fifteen seconds in that, and there’s no way you can DPS them down before I die. And when I die, you die.

[Ferendo] says: Look, send a tell to my friend Akamai; he’s got a full set of Molten Core gear and some fire pots, and he could clean this room out with his eyes closed.

[Peem] says: tried, he said no pugs

[Ferendo] says: What’s your repair budget?

[Peem] says: ??

[Ferendo] says: Without the right gear, we’re going to wipe half a dozen times before they’re all down, and that’s going to cost me at least six gold.

[Peem] says: no cash, just got [Gaudy Shiv of the Poser] at AH

[Ferendo] says: Then you’re fucked. Sorry, guys, I’m out of here.

Ferendo leaves the party.

[Peem] whispers: u suck

Ferendo is now ignoring Peem.