The more I play MMOs, the more I am convinced they are a microcosm of the larger mass of humanity. It's the sort of thing that keeps me from flipping out and going postal on people when I am playing, but also the sort of thing that saddens me. We play games to escape from the real world, but more and more real life is shaping my games. Okay, I may be ranting here, and even worse I have two rants on two related but different subjects.First, some background. Last night was the first entry into Mt. Hyjal for L8Raid. Being new content, there were upwards of 45 people interested in running an instance that only allows 25 people. So yeah, lots of people were put on the wait list. I was one of them, and for the most part I was happy to be on the "WL" as they say. If you are going to be successful, you need to bring your best and brightest. So I sat around on the WL for a little bit, then some of those waiting thought we should run another instance while we waited rather than sitting outside the instance counting each other's toes (something I've done when raiding with Inner Focus, and that is less than fun).
So, in the spirit of my previous post, I formed a ZA raid with the 6 people that were interested...all DPS. That's not all that surprising, because blasting and ripping things is always more fun than standing there and getting your face pounded in or standing back and keeping everyone alive (not my opinion, but the general consensus). Now, I know that any 10 man raid will need a couple tanks and a couple healers, and as there were none of either of these, I let the group know that Zul'Aman wouldn't happen. They were fine with this, because really it was a group of people in gear that would be way too expensive to repair. So we went to Heroic Magister's Terrace.
Went being the appropriate word. We visited, pulled one group, and then the rest of the group got angry at me for insisting that we crowd control. Granted I yelled, but the phrase "Let me friggin' sheep," is not exactly the most offensive thing to say to a group. I ranted to Staulk who was in the group with me, but kept most of my insulting comments said allowed without hitting "Push to Talk." I was frustrated. These are people that are raiding 25-man instances, that are supposed to be mature enough to know how to reset a 5-man instance and how to mark pulls and crowd control them. Evidently there is a reason they were put on the wait list. Now once the affronted members of the group pushed me to leave the group (not something I do unless there is a good reason), I went to help Boyfriend with his crusade against the Ogres of Nagrand (AKA grinding Kurenai rep).
But while I was listening to the raid group on vent cheering as they downed two bosses and proceeded to the third, my "what is best for the group" rally cry faded. I suppose my original reason for raiding (the desire to experience everything in the game) has morphed into something different. I love raiding. I love playing the game with mature people who not only know how to play their classes and work as a cohesive unit, I love the feeling you get when that group had tackled something new. You can stand back and say "I was part of that, I helped." But I wasn't there last night, I was only listening in. Instead of was killing ogres in a dimly lit cave, hearing others as they rejoiced at that feeling of accomplishment.
That's when the bitterness started. I'm not proud, but at least I'm self-aware, and that ought to count for something. I hate being excluded, being left behind. It's the sort of situation I am more sensitive to as a result of my childhood, and something that I know I have a problem with, and I do my best to cope. It wasn't really until I started selfishly resenting the core raiders for their accomplishments that I realized I enjoy raiding for a whole new set of reasons that I explained above. Now, I was bitter, and started in a lovely spiral of negativity, but such a spiral brought up an interesting idea that I've considered before. I figured it was blog-worthy and thus enjoy rant #2:
In society today, it takes money to make money. The people who are rich can invest their wealth and generate more. The same is true within WoW. I can't raise as much gold as others because I don't have an epic flying mount. I've ranted about this before because I have learned to use my bitterness to fuel my writing. I realized last night that this also extends to raiding. Those with the best gear will be invited to raids, where they will get better gear and become more valuable to the raid. It's a cycle, and an unavoidable one even within an extremely inclusive raiding group like L8Raid. I feel fortunate that there are a couple ways to break this cycle, or at least step into the cycle yourself. The first way, obviously, is finding a group like L8Raid that does its best to include as many players as possible in their raids. Show up, try hard, get to raid more. The second way is the badge loot from Patch 2.4. Suddenly there is a way for a non-raider or a second-tier raider (like me) to get gear on par with Zul'Aman and beyond. Sure it's a lot of work, but it's 5-man heroic work, and not beyond anyone willing to run the instances a LOT. Now if you're lazy and hate grinding, then you only have one choice: bitter ranting.
