It was a cute premise for a film, I guess: three bachelors who suddenly find themselves having to adjust their lives to care for (one of) their love-child. The bumbling, the fumbling, the laugh track.
Well, "hahahaha" and "insert laugh track here" at pick-up groups today comprised of 3 DKs and a healer… and an SP. Except, sorta like most Ted Danson movies, it really wasn't funny at all.
K- and I ran Scholomance and Stratholme (x2ish) today. The morning Strat run was comprised of K- (who's frost), an unholy DK, and a blood DK, a resto druid, and myself — all in the 58-60 range. Even though K- said he'd tank, the other two DKs insisted on pulling random mobs and adds and repeatedly loldeathgripping mobs off each other — OPinball bumpers of ebonidiocy. The two other DKs left after we finished the "live" side, and I switched to Khree in order to plow through the rest of the zone with K- and the little 58 tree. The Scholomance run later — K- plus two new DKs, a holy paladin, and myself — was worse. When K- suggested he, ya know, tank, and we, ya know, DPS the same target, one of the DKs responded "we should each just pick our own mob." Needless to say, we died a lot. Our patience had run thin by the second run through Strat today (K-, me, DK#2, holy paladin again, and a rogue guildie). I admit, I was a little pissy when DK#2 said she would roll against me for the Baron mount. Grrrr. But when she said "Oh, I don't tank," then proceeded to run ahead of K- to pull mobs, attack targets I had shackled, and say, when reprimanded by the tank (I'm paraphrasing) "Fuck your marks, I'll attack what I want because I'm having fun." Weeeeeeee, /disband.
The irony, of course, was that K- posted on his blog today about how the move to this new class was going to rescue him from the unfair label of "Huntard." Um… Babe?
Needless to say, I was well chuffed to get this achievement today by killing my first Horde Death Knight: