I love failpug stories. I even love my own failpugs – raging is cathartic. Last night, when I zoned in Slave Pens and saw Weinodk the tank with Blood Presence, I groaned inwardly – and outwardly, to the guild. My first plea to please put Frost Presence was ignored as he ran ahead letting me remember (once again) that a shaman is not a druid, and even if it was, Rejuv at level 60 didn’t do squat.

Then he said this was the first “hard” dungeon he’d tanked. I told him about Frost Presence again, holding back the snark but fully expecting to be ignored and, lo and behold …“Oh, sorry, that must be why I’m losing aggro, I’ll put Frost”.

Yes, I managed to find the rare breed of new player who actually listens to advice.

The run continued in a just as amazing manner.
* The DK took care of my mana. More than me, to be honest.
* The other DK didn’t use D&D because he was higher level and didn’t want to grab aggro.
* The warlock always kept me soulstoned.
* The whole group was patient with the DK, gave advice, and didn’t utter a ‘wtf’ or a ‘noob’.
* The DK apologized when he ran too much ahead of me. He apologized even when I let him die because I was busy eating instead of healing.
* The DK tried to get us to queue for another dungeon (he wanted a harder one to practice his new found skills), but we declined politely and he understood. From his language, I’m pretty sure it was a kid, which makes this even more impressive. It wouldn’t have been the first time an over-eager 12-year old pissed me off.

In the end, we weren’t pr0, we got lost a bit on the way, we fucked up a few pulls and I did forget I have Earth Shield until halfway in… but it was one of the most pleasant runs I’ve had in a while outside the guild. I hope my DK doesn’t become one of those gogogogogo tanks in 20 levels…