Don’t make me get my main!
November 4, 2009 § 3 Comments
I had one of the few positive pvp experiences I’ve ever had the other night while mulling about Silithus. Usually my pvp experiences are more like this.* I get the snot ganked out of me. It doesn’t matter if it’s world pvp, battlegrounds, Wintergrasp, duels–I am terrible at pvp. At least on my tank. My shaman is actually pretty decent, but that’s because all I have to do is sit in the back and heal. And as long as I don’t get too close to the front lines, I seem to do ok. My tank is another experience. Seriously. It’s awful. It’s like watching a monkey swallow a hand grenade.
Anyway, there I was, minding my own business in Silithus, working on that stupid Loremaster achievement, when I noticed a small pile of goo on the ground. I picked it up, not realizing that it would pvp flag me. I command-tabbed over to firefox and searched google for some indication of what it was that I had picked up. I won’t go into it as it’s not critical to the story, but if you are curious, here is some info on it. So I picked up this silithyst dust and made my way to the turn in point unabated. But as I continued on my questing I was burdened with five minutes of pvp-ness. Since it was 3am and I was in freaking Silithus after all, I figured there wouldn’t actually be anyone in the zone and that venturing out on my own wouldn’t be a huge deal.
Clearly I was mistaken.
I was at the Twilight Post rounding up mobs, when I noticed I was taking far more damage that I should be from this pack of level 59-60 mobs. And when I kept taking damage after they had died I knew something was up. Sure enough, there was an undead shadow priest standing behind me, melting my face. Usually when I get involved in pvp it goes something like this: Crap I’m stunned. Ok, I’m moving aga…stunned again. Now I’ll get him. Trapped/Rooted/etc. Escape boots! Stunned. Dead. *sigh* But this time all I was getting was Shadow Word: Pained and Mindflayed. This gave me a chance to put the stun lock on the other foot! Or…something like that.
I whipped around, and charged him. I popped enraged enraged regeneration and bandaged, getting back a good chunk of health while he was stunned. Then I hit him with a shockwave, stunning him again and piled on the devastate/shield slam/revenge rotation I’m so found of. I hit a concussion blow when he got out of the second stun and continued pummling him. Since my stuns against him were subject to diminshing returns, he got out of that one pretty quick and went to heal himself. But I shield bashed him right into a silence. He died pretty quick after that.
It all happened within maybe 10 seconds. I was really surprised to be honest. I did not expect to be able to live, let alone actually kill him. But I did! And it was awesome. I’m not filled with some delusion that I have suddenly stumbled on the secret of pvp or will be able to head into battlegrounds and win everything. But I finally felt like I was getting my vengeance on all the crappy pvp experiences I’ve ever had. And yeah, it was probably a little unnecessary to camp that guy and kill him 10 more times, but in that moment, he represented every Horde that has ever sneaked up behind me while I was minding my own business, pvp flagged through no fault of my own, and ganked me. And then camped me. I was pissed and this priest was going to suffer my wrath. I even created a /target macro so I could find him easier after he rezzed. And since he was the one that attacked me in the first place, I really didn’t feel bad about it at all. Oh, and we were close to the graveyard too, so when he tried to spirit rez, I was right there to kill him again.
Eventually he must have wised up to the fact that if he waited in spirit form for his pvp flag to drop he could rez without suffering my tiny gnomish wrath. I left the situation feeling very satisfied. And went about picking up more silithyst, staying pvp flagged. And no one bothered me the rest of the evening.
“[Insert clever sign off phrase here]”
*Yes, my favorite part is the gnome back-up singers.