How’s that for a post title?
As I was reading some of the wonderful comments on the CC post from last night, my eyes happened to fall upon one particular comment, and I felt almost physically struck with inspiration. It was like a blow to the brain that went right past all the ineffectual content filters, and woke up the cells devoted to pure evil.
It was a comment from Melfina the Blue, writer of The WoW Noob.
Therefore, all blame for the aftermath can be laid 100% at her feet. Blame her, not me!
To quote Melfina;
I would like to see CC come back, but there would need to be a way to brute-force the encounter as well. Otherwise the Sanity Tap (dungeon finder) is just going to be more painful and I’m going to get blamed for many more wipes. Why is it always the healer’s fault? Sigh. There’s only so much stupid I can heal through.
I read that, and a vision formed in my brain. It was so clear, so pure… it shone as if with an inner light. It had remarkable clarity… as if viewed in 1080p.
I saw a t-shirt. And on the shirt, there were three figures.
In the foreground stood two figures.
One was clearly a healing Priest due to the lack of shadowy purplishness and the distinctive halo of her PvP set. She stood there, arms up in a “What can I tell you” pose, shoulders in full shrug, shaking her head no.
The Priest faced a bulky plate wearer, probably some kind of tank, who turned a desperate, pleading gaze to the Priest, as if begging.
In the distant background, you can see someone in a panic, arms waving around wildly, sinking (or melting) into a puddle of green ooze representing every damn thing you’re not supposed to stand in, in every raid there ever was.
I’d suggest we make him a Hunter type, that’s what I saw in my vision, but I think we’ve had enough class rivalry lately, even as a joke. Just because I’ve got about three different Hunters at this point is no reason to assume anyone else would realise it was a joke, and not the perpetuation of a stereotype. So we’ll just call him “clueless joe”, dress him however we’d like, and have no weapon visible. Leave it up to the interpretation of the viewer.
The caption… the caption overhead is a word balloon from the Priest, and she’s saying to the plate wearer;
“I’m sorry, but I can’t heal through stupid.”
Yeah, I know… it’s not a picture worth 500 words to describe, but then again… damn, I’d wear that shirt OUT.
It’s the things you folks say that burn in my little brain that makes this so rewarding. You are the wind… the wind beneath my evil little bat wings.