I sit at my desk, shoulders slumped, eyes bloodshot from hours of applying to keys. My voice, once eager and hopeful, has grown hoarse from calling out into the void—answered only by silence.
I’ve queued all afternoon.
Not a single invite.
Not one.
Is it my score? 3100.
Not bad, right?
Is it my damage? I sim fine. Logs are good. Rotation tight.
Then maybe it’s my class. Maybe people just… don’t want Warriors.
Fury Warriors, specifically.
It’s hard not to take it personally.
While other specs are out there getting snatched up the moment they sign up—brought in for their Blessings, Brezes, Totems, and Shiny Golden Buttons—I remain in the shadows of Dornogal, another face in the corner, whispering “please, just one invite.”
Every application is a quiet prayer. Every rejection chips away a little more at my spirit. Until finally, I’m not even disappointed anymore—just numb.
Watching other specs zip past me into dungeons, into content, into relevance, I can’t help but wonder: Do Fury Warriors even belong in this game anymore?
We bring no lust. No brez. No off-heals. No strong utility. And despite this, we don’t even have the damage to justify our existence. A 4-second stun and the hope that Shockwave makes us “useful” is not a design. It’s a participation medal.
I look at the sky—grey and starless—and I feel like someone living in the American West in the 60s, head bowed, dreams buried beneath layers of dust and disillusionment. Just waiting… for what? A future that may never come? A patch note that’ll never arrive?
I’m not being melodramatic. I’m being honest.
Because this isn’t just about numbers. It’s about identity. It’s about standing in line for hours, only to be told you don’t matter. Not enough to bring. Not worth the slot. Not worth the risk.
I’ve prayed. I’ve optimized. I’ve coped. But the truth is—I’m tired.
I’m tired of seeing Ret Paladins and Enhancement Shamans and Unholy DKS get snapped up while I sit alone in group finder, feeling like a relic from a bygone expansion. I’m tired of explaining my spec like I’m justifying a crime. I’m tired of pretending this doesn’t hurt.
Fury Warriors are not asking to be kings.
We just want to be “invited to the table”.
Let us cleave like it’s 2025. Let us feel “wanted”, not tolerated. Give us a reason to queue with hope, not dread.
Because right now?
Right now, it feels like I’ve bowed my head so long, I’ve forgotten how to lift it.
And all I wanted…
…was to play the game I love.