This post goes out to Fulguralis, and all those like him, that bring skill and dedication to everything they do.
In Fulguralis’ latest post, he mentioned that he and his raid team just successfully destroyed the Omnitron encounter, like so;
I have to admit, I was a bit jealous of the Bear earlier in the week. I mean, some of us have been toiling away for months over here, and he strolls in all casual like and passes us up in progression in just one day! Also, to add insult to injury, he did it on his hunter.
Fortunately, we downed Omni last night for the first time as well, knotting the score, as it were. Not that there’s any sort of race going on, just… he hasn’t raided in forever. He usually doesn’t even write about raiding. And he then steps in. And on a hunter. And. Just. Blech.
I was overjoyed that Fulguralis attained the satisfaction that comes from setting a goal for yourself, working hard to reach that goal, and finally tasting that hard-won victory.
At the same time, reading the beginning of his post made me feel a little sad. I hadn’t stopped to think how it might feel for someone working their ass off and fighting every week to read that. To strive so hard, and then see some complete noob and raiding dilettante just pop on in and get it first.
It was pretty rotten of me to do, and for that I offer my apologies to Ful and to anyone else in the same position who might have felt that I was, well, a cheater.
That’s kinda what this post is about.
You see, the way I look at it, if you’re going to go and post something that causes folks to feel bad about their progression, leaping ahead without really trying, you should go the full monty.
You should really break out the total double rainbow side to side, baby.
So, let Uncle Bear tell you about the raid he went on yesterday.
The afternoon started much like any other… wandering around in WoW. In this case, I believe I was on my new Warlock alt, seeing what kind of craziness I could get up to.
I get whispered out of the blue to see if I could take an empty DPS spot in one of the raid teams in the guild.
Now, I’d been asked to raid already by my very good friends, Matheo and Hedwig, but I’d had to turn them down. The email I had said their raid time started at 8 PM, and went for about 3 hours. On Azuremyst, I’m two hours ahead of server time, so I took 8 PM, added two hours, and said thank you but no, I can’t raid with you. 10 PM to 1 AM would normally be just perfect for me, but in this special case Sunday was going to be my sons first communion. No way could I stay up til 1 AM raiding on the morning of so much preparation.
Now, here I am getting invited to a second raid for Saturday, to raid with one of the other serious raid teams.
Mind you, my total iLevel is around 342. I’m not being invited because of my stellar DPS skillz. I’m being invited because there are three kickass raid teams of ten people each in the guild, and there are simply no other unclaimed peeps. Everyone else that might be available are claimed on some other teams lockout. If one person can’t make it… well, when that happens they usually have to pug in someone to fill the raid.
I’m also getting invited simply because there were eleven signed up for the alt run raid on Thursday, and I wasn’t able to go. So, there was some kindness at work there too, which I certainly appreciated.
I’m getting invited, and hey, this was what I had hoped to be able to work towards someday. Being the guy that might not be in a regular raid team, but is able to fill in if he’s needed once in a while to help people out. And hopefully, not suck.
For this raid, I’m told the time will be from 4 PM to 7 PM server. Well heck, 6 PM to 9 PM my time, I can make that work. At least, I can this time. If Cassie feeds the cats for me at 6:30, and if we rush and get dinner done before 6:00 start time, and if we don’t go too far past 9:00. I run it by Cassie, and kind-hearted soul that she is, she lets me go ahead and be available.
So, here’s how the evening goes.
With a 3 hour raid window, I think we have time for maybe one solid shot at a raid instance. i just don’t know where we’re going.
We head to Bastion of Twilight.
I’m pretty excited, because while I’d taken part in killing Halfus, the alt run I was in didn’t clear Valiona and Theralion. Twin dragon deaths! Something to look forward to seeing, and hopefully this time I’ll live through it.
My greatest hope was that I’d see Bastion of Twilight in it’s entirety before raid time was over.
What happened instead was nothing short of amazing.
We went in and one shot Halfus, then Valiona and Theralion, the Sanctum of the Ascended, and Cho’gal. Pretty much at a dead run.
Did I live through everything? Err, no. I don’t think I did terribad, but at the same time the rest of the team moved like a well oiled machine. A machine lubed with vodka and everclear, but lubed nonetheless.
I was told who to pew pew, and when, and the more complicated stuffs were handled by those more capable at the finer elements.
You heard me right, I got carried through Bastion of Twilight and got the Achievement.
I received a very nice upgrade as well, a new necklace, the Necklace of Strife from Valiona. A raid with tons of stuff to see, and loot too? Verily, my cup be running over.
At this point, I naively thought the evening’s entertainment was done. They raid two nights on the weekend, so I figured they saved Blackwing Descent for Sunday.
Not so! Off we went to take on BWD, at top speed.
In short order Magmaw, Omnotron Defense System, Maloriak, Atramedes and Chimaeron went down.
That’s right, everything except Nefarian.
T’was at that point that the raid was called, Nefarian being held for the Sunday raid, which I, of course, would not be attending. Not just because I was busy, but also because my DPS just be too damn low. I stayed right around 12k to 15k, and that’s just not right.
So, time to go to Stormwind, and then off to bed, just as soon as I had purchased a Gnomish X-Ray Scope for my new bow, Themios the Darkbringer, which dropped on Atramedes and was passed to me with something akin to relief, with a few comments along the lines of “Hey, for once we don’t have to shard the Hunter loot.”
Yep, loot whore, one each.
So, after I got the new bow enchanted, someone said, “Okay, now for Al’Akir.”
Wait, what? We’re not done yet?
We went straight into Throne of the Four Winds, where we proceeded to finally wipe, on Conclave of Winds.
Now, don’t get me wrong. They usually have no problem one shotting Conclave of Winds.
The problem was, according to vent, a combination of poor Kissinger the Mage getting actively hacked while we were on the platforms, and of my bringing too much DPS to the raid, compared to who they normally would pug in. I was rushing them to go all out sooner than usual.
Isn’t that great? I screw the raid by trying to do my best. You can’t beat that, my friends.
Poor Kissinger. Sitting there on vent raiding, and poof, you are booted from your own account and taken over.
He got it seized back quickly and changed the password, and he talked to a GM about it, but there was little else he could do. He has an Authenticator on the way, but it’s not in yet. Talk about screaming frustration, right?
To cut it short, we beat Conclave of Winds despite some incredibly embarrassing blunders by me, and moved on to Al’Akir.
Al’Akir is an amazing encounter. Truly amazing.
I also did something I can’t ever recall doing before.
I pulled the boss while the raid leader was still telling me the strategy.
That the team almost one shot him that try anyway just says how badly they were carrying me, but, um, yeah.
See, it’s totally my fault, but at the same time, well, shit.
I turn using my mouse. I hold right-click and change facing by moving the mouse around.
Al’Akir has ONE HUGE F’ING HIT BOX.
I pointed the mouse I swear at my feet, right-clicked my mouse to look around, and shot the boss in the ass.
I’ll long remember the raid leader saying, “Make sure during phase three that when you get lightning rod you move down 10 and out 40, then WHAT THE HELL?!?!”
Yep, that was me that did that, yep!
One night. About 3.5 hours.
Bear got, on his still shiny new Hunter, blasted through every normal raid boss except Nefarian.
Umm, Fulguralis, I think at this point I should say something like, I’ll see your Omnomnomotron kill and raise you a please don’t kill me, please please please I’m sorry I’m sorry.
Not that we’re racing or anything.
Seriously though, what this has proved to me is one thing.
If you want to have success in raiding, having skill and gear is good, but joining a guild full of uber accomplished raiders that are willing to carry you is even better.
Okay, no, that’s not what it proved. I’m sure the more cynical would say it is, but meh.
What it proved to me is that skill and coordination and talent all play the largest roles… even to the point of a very good 9 person team being able to deal with a horrible noob and still come out on top. At least, as long as that noob ain’t a tank. Or a healer. Or one of the people needed for CC.
Now… THAT is how you’re supposed to write a post about leaping ahead in raid progression without earning a single bit of it.
I now return you to your normally scheduled blah blah BBB blah.
Oh, wait… I know what this post is missing. Screenshots!
Okay, huge blind internet dragon swooping in for the kill… poor little guy. If only he heard about Lasik Eye Surgery!
The gong show… my favorite show ever? Not really, but I always loved the Comedian in the Paper Bag. Of course, I think I was five when that show was on the air. Everything on TV is funny when you’re five, if it involves stupidity or farting.
Nezir, I think AnnCoulter would like a quick word with you… just be careful, she may be a hideous, deformed thing with a massively huge snout and ginormous mouth that roars incoherently all the time, but if she grabs onto your nuts with those teeth, it ain’t gonna be pretty.
Ahhhh, Al’Akir. You poor, poor Elemental Lord. You are huge, you are powerful, you are one of the four elemental lieutenants that had once led the armies of the Old Gods. Your power rivals that of Ragnaros himself, and you are worshipped by all that love the sky.
I’m really, really sorry about these arrows I’m about to shoot at you. I mean, the angle, what I can see here… it’s just not dignified, and I want you to know, if I had it any other way, I wouldn’t be about to do this. No, I mean it, I’m really sorry.
I’ll tell you what. Those arrows? You keep ’em. No, really, you can have them. I don’t want those back. You just… you just hold onto those. Just please… don’t mention it. We can let them be my gift to you.