Anyone miss me?
Don't lie, I know you all cried when I quit and pray daily for my return.
I was on a friends account last week, playing a...priest. I know I know. You are all thinking to yourselves, "Vargoth, the king of kings and all dps in general, slayer of tens of thousands of Horde, and my personal hero, how could you lower yourself to the point of playing a healer??! I mean, WTF!" Well, I can explain...
I played this priest for a fair number of hours, I played him in every BG and did quite a bit of world pvp with him. I even camped Orgrimmar in the wee hours of the morn. I played solo (BIG mistake) and I played in raids. I now have a new appreciation for healers. While I thought it would be easy and I would show the alliance what healing is I discovered a new type of intense frustration. The frustration of someone going out of healing range just before the spell is cast...the frustration of a target dying just as a big heal was about to be firmly planted on their face...the frustration of solo-killing a Horde my level with the blistering speed comparable to the time it takes to understand something Baracy wrote....the frustration of watching two of my warriors running off without me after some rogue at 1/2 health while I get flanked by a mage, warlock, and a rogue with a many a "kek" coming from their stupid Horde mouths.
But all this was O.K. It was O.K. because then I discovered a brand new and intense pleasure. Now, I've always been a baby killer as anyone who knew me can tell you. In fact, its one of my favorite things to do. And when I took a trip down to 1000 needles with this priest and perched myself on high at the top the the lift right next to that little Horde town on that ever so high cliff...I found true joy and rapture divine in the form of Mind Control rank 3. ...I get all warm and giggily just thinking about it.
