I have zero sympathy for Warriors and Rogues after the nonsense surrounding Thori’dal.
Yeah, I would probably recommend letting melee classes have priority on melee loot, but looks like it was a casual dungeon run with no set loot rules so as far as I’m concerned that Hunter did nothing wrong.
It was a crappy move, but the hypocrisy of half of them just makes me want to roll out of spite alone. Then again, this guy is SV and I’m doing things the hard way on him, once I can play for more five minutes.
Precisely why I’m running MM. Though I did explode a level 32 warlock (3 levels higher than me at the time) that was in the Wetlands. An aimed shot crit with an auto crit with just that little bit extra from a boar charge to finish him off. He couldn’t even sacrifice his voidwalker it happened so fast.
Then there was another dude ganking guys on the road. I put a stop to that. While this warlock managed to use his voidwalker effectively here, it was no matter for the sheer amount of brute force I was able to unload into his protective magics. That undead became just… dead.
I have a few friends leveling rogues in Classic right now. The amount of engorgement that occurs for the growing, turgid members for that sword is surreal… I just got really lucky with the harpoon and it felt “good enough” for me to run with for now.
In other news: https://www.reddit.com/r/wow/comments/d1moia/he_got_his_barbarian_license_story_soon/
Oh! Dunno who among you remember him, but apparently Jonke had read the original thread and didn’t know it was me, so when I asked him to help with my dad’s guild charter, he saw the name among the signatures and just paused.
“Wait.”
“Wait ONE MINUTE!”
“THAT WAS YOU?!”
My dad… He was questing with my sister and they pulled one too many gnolls. I was grouped with them, but I was off doing my own thing. I could only really get a picture of what was going on based on the fact that my sister doesn’t have a headset so I could hear her game sounds.
She keels over and my dad is left fighting. I watch his health just whittling away when finally, “OH! 146 damage!” And then the coin jingle of my sister getting shared money from the loot."
My dad had finished the fight with health in the single digits and didn’t realize it. The fact that he survived just barely and was blissfully ignorant to it had my sister and I, once more, floored at my dad’s accidental competence at playing a warrior.