Another deadmines horror story:
I had already completed the DM instance once with lurkers, so my only reason was to go again to see if I could get my Warlock cookie's stir stick. I made my way to the instance to see if I could just tag along with a group, and sure enough there was a group of 3 waiting, (a lvl 22 mage "Glimmer", a level 18 Paladin, and another lvl 19 Warlock) and they addded me. IMHO, the paladin was too low level to try to be our main tank and healer. I suggest to the party we broadcast for a tank or a healer. Along comes "Masterfred" a level 42 Paladin. Let me just call him MF. :)
We are waiting for one of the party to get to the instance and a message comes up from MF "Help", and the party asks "Where are you?", to which he replies "In the instance". He has gone in and aggroed the entire first room and died. The party enters the instance and ressurect him. He continues this macho show throughout each room, attracting 10-15 mobs at a time. Often in this chaos, due to a heal or the mage casting on one of the mobs, mobs peal off him and kill the mage or our paladin. I suggested numerous times to the party that we not rush into every room and just peal off one mob at a time, it would be faster than having to ressurect dead party members after every snarl. But, this continued. Add to this that MF is rolling on everything, including BOP oblivious to class or need.
After the mast room, MF has bolted on ahead oblivious of the patrol that the 4 of us have had to deal with. The whole time I'm wondering "How is this going to work on the ship?" and "Is this worth it just for one item?"
The finale: MF charges the smelting room, at least the spiral. We do what we can to support and at this point I'm mostly draining souls to replace healthstones and soulstones as any of us fear to pull aggro on anything. MF merely says "Bye" and hearths out. I am livid and literally jump in my chair, which in a classic Seussian chain reaction eventually results in my 3 yr olds drink to spill onto my keyboard. Now I consider my options. I have to leave, but I wanted to communicate to the team at least why, so I arduously get out a party message "chld..\..splt...\\\kbrd...\\hozd\mustgo\\\\...inn" and I hearthed out feeling miserable for having to abandon them. I then spend the next 2 hours taking apart my keyboard and drying it out.
I had already completed the DM instance once with lurkers, so my only reason was to go again to see if I could get my Warlock cookie's stir stick. I made my way to the instance to see if I could just tag along with a group, and sure enough there was a group of 3 waiting, (a lvl 22 mage "Glimmer", a level 18 Paladin, and another lvl 19 Warlock) and they addded me. IMHO, the paladin was too low level to try to be our main tank and healer. I suggest to the party we broadcast for a tank or a healer. Along comes "Masterfred" a level 42 Paladin. Let me just call him MF. :)
We are waiting for one of the party to get to the instance and a message comes up from MF "Help", and the party asks "Where are you?", to which he replies "In the instance". He has gone in and aggroed the entire first room and died. The party enters the instance and ressurect him. He continues this macho show throughout each room, attracting 10-15 mobs at a time. Often in this chaos, due to a heal or the mage casting on one of the mobs, mobs peal off him and kill the mage or our paladin. I suggested numerous times to the party that we not rush into every room and just peal off one mob at a time, it would be faster than having to ressurect dead party members after every snarl. But, this continued. Add to this that MF is rolling on everything, including BOP oblivious to class or need.
After the mast room, MF has bolted on ahead oblivious of the patrol that the 4 of us have had to deal with. The whole time I'm wondering "How is this going to work on the ship?" and "Is this worth it just for one item?"
The finale: MF charges the smelting room, at least the spiral. We do what we can to support and at this point I'm mostly draining souls to replace healthstones and soulstones as any of us fear to pull aggro on anything. MF merely says "Bye" and hearths out. I am livid and literally jump in my chair, which in a classic Seussian chain reaction eventually results in my 3 yr olds drink to spill onto my keyboard. Now I consider my options. I have to leave, but I wanted to communicate to the team at least why, so I arduously get out a party message "chld..\..splt...\\\kbrd...\\hozd\mustgo\\\\...inn" and I hearthed out feeling miserable for having to abandon them. I then spend the next 2 hours taking apart my keyboard and drying it out.
”There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." - Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio.
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