emo.jpegHow many times have you gone to bed mad because of this silly game? It has happened to us on a few occasions. The first time? Lower Blackrock Spire.

For you people who remember Shadow Hunter Vosh’gajin, we were in a 10-person PUG raid, clearing the trash in the room before her’s, and some trash-mob dropped a BoE blue that we really wanted. However, it was a blue and we passed, per the established loot-rules.

But we were the only one who passed, everybody else Needed.

“WTF?” we asked.

“BoE, we always roll Need.”

“But it’s a Blue, you said Pass on all Blues.”

“Sorry, but we always Need on BoEs.”

Now we were pissed. Furious. Enraged! These people totally F’d us in the A and we were apoplectic! So when we got to that mini-boss’s room, we deliberately wiped the raid. Yes, BRK was a total and complete dirtbag, told the raid just what we thought of them, and then hearthed.

This, friends, is NOT how one handles loot-issues. Do Not Attempt.

Regardless, we logged and stomped around the house for hours. We didn’t sleep well. Those b@stards stole our loot! *$&%*!! We trembled in grandiose fury. The next day, our GM, the Diet Coke of Evil, told us what an @ss we’d been and to knock that cr@p off, and pronto.

Fast-forward two years or so and we’re listening to our guild take down boss after boss in SSC, the Hunter-loot being passed out like Halloween candy. We were jealous and angry and frustrated.

We did not, however, take our emotions out on our guildies, and we especially did not take our frustration out on the other hunters who cleaned up. It’s not their fault we had to work late and miss the start of the raid. They worked hard, they have supported the guild, they have gone loot-less like us, too.

That doesn’t mean we aren’t crushed that someone has three pieces of hunter tier 5 and we don’t, but they don’t deserve anything from us but a congratulations. So we did; we tried to be gentlemanly.

And then we tried to go to sleep. Epic Fail, we were seething.

Crank open the iBook, write something inappropriate, delete it, rewrite, delete again, rewrite, edit, rewrite, edit, and finally publish something that allows us to vent our feelings, hopefully without pissing anybody off in the process.

Satisfied and our rage expressed, we finally slept.

This evening, we are lying on the bed, the door open, the pool burbling in the soft, Spring air. Our son made his own dinner - cheese sandwich and grapes - and is playing on the floor with his Easter basket. We have a MrT run scheduled after he goes to bed.

We promise not to wipe the party tonight. Things are pretty good, even if we don’t have full Tier 5.

Edit: Anybody who would willing post a picture of himself in a Steelspine Faceguard needs a link.