Dear warrior and DK that ended up being the other two DPS in the heroic FoS PUG:
Your DPS is abysmal. I don’t know how anyone can be 80 and pull barely over 1000 DPS, unless they are a healer who is getting in some swings for fun since most heroics are laughably easy to heal through. I’m not even sure how you ended up in FoS unless you selected it on purpose since you clearly weren’t up for the task.
What further perplexes me is the fact that your DPS blows that badly and you still act like arrogant little twats. Here’s a protip: If the tank is spanking you on both DPS and total damage done, go learn to play.
Furthermore, I know all your minuscule DPS output came through AoE damage. I know this because my own throughput looked like shit because I was constantly having to try to re-sheep or run away from an angry former sheep because you broke it with your fucking D&D.
If I could have voted to kick you within the first 15 minutes of that fight, I would have. No question about it.
Instead, we manage to soldier our way through bad trash pull after bad trash pull to the first boss. And your stupid DK ass waited for At to make the pull and then left party, just as we all headed into the fight. Awesome.
Mister Warrior – you stuck around, which was not worth anything, since you wouldn’t make any attempt to help burn the corrupted soul fragments and that left me, and me alone, to leverage my DPS on them. We were able to use the dungeon finder system to pick up a warlock and he was able to run through half the instance and help us down the boss and he was far more help in that one minute than you had been in the last fifteen.
Also, Bronjahm should not take six damn minutes to kill, m’kay?
I don’t know why I didn’t vote to kick you then and there. Lapse of judgment on my part, I suppose.
Then we get to the Devourer of Souls. And, what’s this? You get yourself killed on our first attempt? Well, here’s another protip for you: When there’s a big spot on the floor, get the fuck out of it.
And now, Mr. Warlock, you seem to have lost your wits as well. You don’t run in front of the boss when he’s casting wailing souls, sweetie. At least you had the grace to admit that was a dumbass move.
Oh crap, there went the healer. We’re at 10% surely… but no, there’s no soulstone on the healer and the tank goes down. I try my best but to no avail.
Mr. Warrior can’t take a wipe and leaves the party. Goodbye. Good riddance.
“Are we going to get another person?” asks Mr. Warlock.
Oh yes, but I’m going to ask my guild mates before I rely any more on the vagaries of ill luck and the Russian Roulette style of finding another person. Will this chamber be empty or loaded? Why the fuck are so many of them loaded?
We get another warlock in (hai Asmod!) and we down the boss with no complications.
I am something like 6 people away from getting my Patient title and the pug pet. I am two frost badges away from 95 and a piece of Tier 10. I am not sure I want to pick up the gun tonight. I am not sure I want to pull the trigger.
I am sure that if there were any way for me to beat you to death when I am displeased I would do it.
Seriously, learn to fucking play. A chimp could do a better job.