I had taken a break after BC and came back to my guild and the game around Ulduar in Wrath of the Lich King.
During that time, my guild absorbed another, y’all know how that goes. Many of the players were decent, some were…
So one of those is a Troll Hunter that for some reason is considered the god king of raid DPS, name withheld I’m not that big of a jerk…
I noticed, being a former guild/raid leader that this particular Hunter and his Rogue friend die almost every single encounter. While they do good damage, they also literally stand in fire and scream for heals on ventrillo.
The Rogue, he was shot 5 times at an ATM and we didn’t see him for months. I’m really happy he survived, can’t even imagine. So we’ll just focus on that Hunter.
So one evening we have everything cleared and have nothing to do. He knows I was the Main Tank and Raid Leader in BC and wants to do some heroics.
Sure man, let’s do it.
This Hunter could not trap to save his life, in fact he melee’d a mob in his frost trap and broke it himself at least four times. He just sort of used Feign Death on CD and his pet just randomly face pulled stuff from the far corners of the instance.
Afterwards they want to do a little PVP, hey Kolben you’ve done a couple BGs come with us. Sure man, let’s do it.
The first Hunter I have ever seen in my life try to go toe to toe with a Rogue using Raptor Strike. This young man was a Conqueror like myself too, meaning he had done a couple BGs…
This player might be the worst I have ever spent time around. His one saving grace is that miraculously he did about as much damage as any other Hunter in the guild for a given fight, until he stood in fire anyway.
This guy would die to a camp fire, I swear. Will remember him for all time.
Okay, what do you got?