Queued into rated tonight actually thinking I might not completely embarrass myself for once. The universe laughed in my face immediately.
Two other Disc priests absolutely smoked me on the meters.
Zhuljul, Veteran of the Fourth War. An undead skeleton in full Blind Oath regalia with those glowing white spiky shoulders. The man (lich? whatever) was putting up numbers I didn’t even know were possible. His bubbles were bigger than my ego on a good day.
Razor the Seeker. A Haranir priestess who looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine for war criminals. Yellow and teal, beautiful but terrifying. She was healing and doing damage while I was over here just trying not to eat dirt in the first minute.
They weren’t even toxic about it. They were just… better. Significantly better. Their gear is a whole tier above mine all epic pieces, better enchants, higher ilvl. I caught myself staring at their stuff like some kind of obsessed creep afterward, mentally taking notes I’ll probably ignore tomorrow: hmm ok they went Thalassian instead of Galactic Gladiator… what in the Sunwell is a Mark of the Worldsoul?
It was humbling. But damn if it isn’t motivating too.
I’m not mad. I’m just sitting here licking my wounds and making a very long, very pathetic mental list. Tomorrow I’m getting back in there with a purpose. I want to be the priest that makes other healers look me up and feel that same little stab of “damn… she’s actually good.”
~Sahsha
(Slightly salty, mostly inspired)