Yup… apparently low level randoms make my ugly pug tales blog now. Anywho, hubby and I were randoming with a friend who just rolled a toon – and decided to be a healer, to be useful as he put it
Hubby had a random pally about that level and I had a lock. We got a group with someone who very quickly dc’d and another jerk who was needing on things we needed simply because we weren’t moving fast enough to suit him.
After removing those two from group, we got the fabulous Prisonlove of Laughing Skull. He felt the need to sit there and berate the three of us – hubby for letting him tank the massive pulls he started making, our friend for refusing to heal him for it and me for rolling a lock. Then he told us we should all commit suicide. Reported and reported. He also needed as a hunter on the spirit staff to keep our healer friend from getting it. Sad.
Oh noes, someone on the internet insulted me… Remember folks – it’s words on a screen. I know words can hurt – but try and view it that way and it will make life easier.
