All right! Time for another story! Now, I’ve played a bunch of MMOs. I’ve seen the end-game of very few. I have my regrets, sure, but I have so many single player games that I love, and I would never give up the memories of, playing them instead of a single game.
This thread is lucky; that a lot of the worst players can still be met in the early areas of a game. This next story takes place long ago in EverQuest 2! Prepare for nostalgia! At the time I was playing a Mystic or Swashbuckler on my ratonga? I forget. There’s this place very early on in the game known as The Barrens. Yep, just like World of Warcraft. Both even have instances, in those areas, known as Wailing Caverns. We were there, I think, but it might’ve been another instance in the area. All I know is the place had ghosts, ruins of an underground civilization and whatnot.
We didn’t take too long to assemble the staple group. Some DPS, a tank and healer. Yet again, my horror story revolves around a tank! I don’t know why I can only remember the stories about these guys… This guy was worse than the previous one I mentioned. Not just because of his actions, but because of how we handled the situation. As we were getting ready, to start the instance, the tank decides to go for a quick shower.
We weren’t sure how to respond to something like this, so, I guess that’s why we suffered from a momentary lapse of reason and being fine with it. A bit miffed, but we were willing to wait it out. Every relationship comes with some form of compromise, right?
Those of us that weren’t showering took some time to chat, send other people tells, and I guess we bonded. The tank eventually came back and then we got going. From there it seemed like smooth sailing. But, I guess it’s kind of hard to ■■■■ up at such a low level? He seemed to manage it with some knack.
We were in a market (bazaar) full of ghosties when he had to go AFK again because “someone is at the door!”. This time he went away longer than when he went for the shower. And to top it off? He picked the worst spot to suddenly leave his character sitting. The ghosts inevitably respawned and we had to protect our tank, the one that should be protecting us!
When he got back, I was the first one that decided to risk the run, just to chew him out, for the crap he was pulling, and he got really pissed off about it. Cue him being all huffy and leaving our run, it being ruined…
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…Only not! This story comes with a happy ending. We managed to get another tank, and we finished the place and an adjoining one. I even made a few friends from the experience we were subjected to. Even if we were partly responsible for putting up with it.
We don’t talk anymore, though, because I left EQ2 for other games. It’s had a lot of expansions since then. I’m sure, in that time, our bard, from the run, found some inspiration for a song based on that adventure and shared it with the server. Which was either Antonia Bayle or Lucan D’Lere. Both of which are RP servers.
Thanks for reading this far. I guess I’ll give a quick summary for those with ADHD or random cases of wife aggro.
TL;DR Our group forms and then the tank goes for a shower immediately after. He came back but felt the need to go AFK in a crowd of ghosts. We got hella mad and he rage quit. We called up the ghost busters and finished the run to some funky tunes.