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was mad.
Yet, now that the fight was over, the party returned to normal and sat down, largely ignoring me as I quietly stared at them. They were clearly inexperienced and unskilled, but that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me, was the lack of teamwork, the inherent selfishness, and the fact that they refused to communicate.
I could tolerate bad players, since not everyone was going to be great.
I could not, however, tolerate bad players who purposefully made the situation worse due to whatever menial reason they had constructed in their minds. Whatever false narrative they were using to convince themselves that what they were doing was proper, I wanted no part of it. If you couldn't even communicate, you didn't deserve to be in a party. These kinds of players pissed me off.
Yeah, I was ready to ditch this party.
But before I could do that, the players had started running their mouths. Enjoying the comedy show, I sat down and started to munch on some jerky to try and recover. My wounds would heal slowly without any healing magic, so I wouldn't get back to full strength, but I didn't need to be one-hundred percent.
"Hey kick this shitty tank, he fucking sucks," said the archer to the healer.
"I know, we always get stuck with the freaking noobs," he replied. "Ugh but we only have two hours to play, let's just carry this piece of trash."
Carry me, they say.
Hah, I couldn't help but smile and laugh at it all, while the two of them continued to insult me, standing a mere ten feet away. I had half a mind to kill them where they stood, but a few random insults weren't enough to make me mad. I was more angry with their behavior during the fight, than what they were saying afterwards.
Five minutes had passed as they continued to insult me, raging on and on how I was a "shitty ass noob tank," among other things. I didn't have much interest in listening to them to begin with, and the comedic part of it had long since vanished.
Honestly, I had heard of enough.
They could think of me as a "dumbass" as much as they wanted, seeing as I had yet to reply. The opinion of others really had little bearing on me.
But then, they poked once more.
"You ready this time you shitty noob?" said the archer. "I'm going to pull, pay attention this time you idiot, and tank the mobs properly so we can carry your pathetic ass through the first floor."
"Nah, I've got no interest in tanking any further, so I'll be seeing myself out," I replied nonchalantly. "Good luck finding a new tank."
Standing up, I had started to walk towards the exit as one of the two casters started to speak up. It was the one that retreated during the middle of the fight, and didn't contribute at all… the selfish coward.
"Are you serious?!" the caster nearly shouted at me. "We're already locked into this instance and have been waiting for like an hour, and you're just going to leave? Don't be an asshole, we can't even join other groups for like an hour now."
It was ironic really, that I was somehow responsible for their inability to find a group, and was now a jerk for not wanting to participate with a group that only cared about their own self-interests while spouting out insults. The archer and priest had been insulting me for a good five minutes now, while the two casters sat silently watching and listening. Not once did they say anything, to try and diffuse the situation.
They watched and listened, and pretended to have no part in it.
Now that I was leaving and their interests were affected, I was the bad guy.
I started to laugh a little, that the dungeon was now locked to our party meant that no one could leave and join a new party mid-way through. It was a feature that was meant to keep people from powering through dungeons over and over, so once you killed the first goblin, it was locked to your character for an hour. That duration was extended every time you killed another mob, so on and so on. The feature was fairly standard in MMORPGs, and was
Yet, now that the fight was over, the party returned to normal and sat down, largely ignoring me as I quietly stared at them. They were clearly inexperienced and unskilled, but that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me, was the lack of teamwork, the inherent selfishness, and the fact that they refused to communicate.
I could tolerate bad players, since not everyone was going to be great.
I could not, however, tolerate bad players who purposefully made the situation worse due to whatever menial reason they had constructed in their minds. Whatever false narrative they were using to convince themselves that what they were doing was proper, I wanted no part of it. If you couldn't even communicate, you didn't deserve to be in a party. These kinds of players pissed me off.
Yeah, I was ready to ditch this party.
But before I could do that, the players had started running their mouths. Enjoying the comedy show, I sat down and started to munch on some jerky to try and recover. My wounds would heal slowly without any healing magic, so I wouldn't get back to full strength, but I didn't need to be one-hundred percent.
"Hey kick this shitty tank, he fucking sucks," said the archer to the healer.
"I know, we always get stuck with the freaking noobs," he replied. "Ugh but we only have two hours to play, let's just carry this piece of trash."
Carry me, they say.
Hah, I couldn't help but smile and laugh at it all, while the two of them continued to insult me, standing a mere ten feet away. I had half a mind to kill them where they stood, but a few random insults weren't enough to make me mad. I was more angry with their behavior during the fight, than what they were saying afterwards.
Five minutes had passed as they continued to insult me, raging on and on how I was a "shitty ass noob tank," among other things. I didn't have much interest in listening to them to begin with, and the comedic part of it had long since vanished.
Honestly, I had heard of enough.
They could think of me as a "dumbass" as much as they wanted, seeing as I had yet to reply. The opinion of others really had little bearing on me.
But then, they poked once more.
"You ready this time you shitty noob?" said the archer. "I'm going to pull, pay attention this time you idiot, and tank the mobs properly so we can carry your pathetic ass through the first floor."
"Nah, I've got no interest in tanking any further, so I'll be seeing myself out," I replied nonchalantly. "Good luck finding a new tank."
Standing up, I had started to walk towards the exit as one of the two casters started to speak up. It was the one that retreated during the middle of the fight, and didn't contribute at all… the selfish coward.
"Are you serious?!" the caster nearly shouted at me. "We're already locked into this instance and have been waiting for like an hour, and you're just going to leave? Don't be an asshole, we can't even join other groups for like an hour now."
It was ironic really, that I was somehow responsible for their inability to find a group, and was now a jerk for not wanting to participate with a group that only cared about their own self-interests while spouting out insults. The archer and priest had been insulting me for a good five minutes now, while the two casters sat silently watching and listening. Not once did they say anything, to try and diffuse the situation.
They watched and listened, and pretended to have no part in it.
Now that I was leaving and their interests were affected, I was the bad guy.
I started to laugh a little, that the dungeon was now locked to our party meant that no one could leave and join a new party mid-way through. It was a feature that was meant to keep people from powering through dungeons over and over, so once you killed the first goblin, it was locked to your character for an hour. That duration was extended every time you killed another mob, so on and so on. The feature was fairly standard in MMORPGs, and was
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