Today in Arathi Basin I had the joy of playing with a true strategic mastermind.
From the start, one guy took it upon himself to be our glorious leader. He immediately started barking orders.
“Two defend farm, two go Gold Mine, rest go Lumber Mill!”
Naturally, no one followed his plan.
I actually went to Lumber Mill with him and one other person. I was healing them the whole time while we tried to hold it. Meanwhile, the rest of the team completely ignored his instructions and all ran to the Blacksmith like it was a party. Nobody went to Gold Mine. Nobody defended the farm.
As we started losing badly, our General started losing it.
“Do you people not understand basic English? What the hell is so hard about that?”
He told us to split up and then got pissed when nobody read his mind.
By the end he was practically screaming about how we were all braindead morons. Then he dropped the classic line.
“I’m done carrying you idiots.”
…and left.
He really thought he was some kind of tactical genius. In Arathi Basin. Of all places. I spent the whole match exhausted from trying to keep peeps alive at Lumber Mill while feeling like a tired mom herding drunk cats. We got absolutely rolled.
But honestly? The match got a lot quieter after he left. And somehow less stressful.
pugs, y’all.
~Sahsha
(Tired Oracle Disc Priest, Survivor of Toxic Teammates)