Example:
[Necklace of the Half Assed Lame Loot] drops. Necklace has stamina and resilience on it. It appears to be free roll basically, as while I'm on my mage, I have the option to roll need on it. I don't, because I plan on doing pve mostly on this mage. However, the rogue in the group decides to roll for it, along with the tank.
Now, the rolls play out, the tank wins. Good for tank. But suddenly, managing to win the loot in the first place is NOT ENOUGH.
How dare that rogue even try to take this loot from me, he wonders. I'm the tank! I'm the most important person in this group! I I I, ME ME ME!
Rage coursing through the paladin's veins like fire, he brings his right hand from the mouse and firmly plants it at the base of his keyboard. Anger pours forth from his fingertips in the form of questions, subtle demands to know why the rogue even thought for a moment that rolling on that [Necklace of the Half Assed Lame Loot] would be o.k.
In comes me, the popular social networking website known as Bookface to be a jackass. I ask why it's an issue, and for sir paladin to just continue on so we can finish.
No, this cannot be! He cries out, staring at his computer with horror and rage. Someone with common sense!? How could this happen!?
A flurry of fingers later, he's already come up with a response. Something along the lines of, "i was talking to (rogue), not bookface." and "not putting your nose into matters that arent yours is a good life lesson"
Here, the irritability cursed upon me by the presence of my womanly cycle escape and I quickly snap back something like, "Shutting your trap and tanking is a good one for you too. :)"
Because the smiley face at the end makes it ok. I'm so smart.
Tanking Paladin becomes enraged!
Face red and all sorts of goo and bodily fluids pouring forth from him, he manages another attempt at hurting my ego.
"out dpsing the tank would be too but i dont see you doing that"
Zing!
And you know what? It would have worked, had the tank not been a paladin. If it had been a warrior saying,
"Out dpsing the tank would be too, but I don't see you doing that,"
I would have felt a little insulted. But alas, he was a pally tank, and I was a lazy mage.
Shammy leaves, possibly because of childhood memories of their parents fighting.
Pally feels his ego starting to deflate.
Pally uses LINK DAMAGE DONE CHARTS.
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| It's not very effective... |
Sure, he beats me in Damage done. But look. DPS, his complaint about me, is completely nullified, out of his own doing. My DPS for that trash mob was 858. His was 825.
I'll admit, I didn't even read it when he posted it. Just looking back through the chat box is enough for me.
WAIT! WAIT! Paladin cries out, frustration setting in. You can't talk to me that way, I AM THE TANK. I AM THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON EVER! His mind is aflame with fifty different comebacks, whirling around, just out of reach.
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It continues on, he insists that he's not trying to start a fight with anyone. I tell him to just drop it and get over himself. A pure gem of ,"get over yourself bitch" pops out, a few more words are said, and eventually the last boss is downed and it's all over.
Sigh.
I do admit, that I pretty much provoked the whole situation. I didn't mean it in a "HA Now I'm going to screw up your day and make you fight with me!" way. It was more of a, "Are you seriously complaining about loot, even though you won it?" way. People!
