Thoughts, ideas, bitching and bragging about World of Warcraft, raid and guild leading, and whatever else comes to mind...filled with the things Lark wants to say to her guild but probably shouldn't.
At least not to all of them. Not yet anyways....

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Either Or...

It’s good or bad, high or low, boss dead or us dead - there seems to be little middle ground.

Tuesday, on 25, we blew through the first wing, Rotface, and Festerfuck and had time to put in one shot on Dreamwalker before the end of raid time. It was easy, it was fun and the Raid Bitch only came out in jest. Then the 10 man right after it was a complete cluster fuck - I could hear the circus music in my head. We wipe in trash, the drunk priest wiped us trying to be funny, the OT had trouble managing adds, and we barely crawled through Sarfang. And this was the “good” group.

Wednesday we got off to a very slow, rocky start in 25s due to late attendance, officer who refused to run due to his emo-ness, and a few folks who said they couldn’t make it. We gave Dreamwalker a few attempts but the heals weren’t there and the two OTs (different from the one the night before mind you) seemed to have left all threat outside the instance. We had a priest (not the drunk one) who broke his mouse (kind of funny in retrospect hearing him slamming the mouse on his desk and wondering why it wouldn’t work) and since we didn’t have a replacement for him it took forever for him to try to find a work around, multiple badly timed DCs, and attitude all the way around it was not going to happen. We moved to Blood Council instead, wiped on trash, and eventually got the BC down to about 26%. Not an awful attempt since we hadn’t spent any real time on them. Then we pulled together the 10 man again, one-shotted Dreamwalker, and got BC down for the first time after only (I think) three attempts. We called it early as two healers had to go but not a bad 10 man night at all.

So, feast or famine. Go figure.

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