I don't remember if I mentioned it, but I'm playing WoW again. Because I'm playing with an old friend, it's a lot easier to stick with it.
After visiting the enchanting trainer in the back of Uldamon, we run into some skull level alliance. That means they are at least ten levels higher than we are. They challenge us to duels, make chicken noises; all the disrespectful behavior morons do when they think there are no consequences. We set our Do Not Disturb flags, thereby shutting down their duel requests, Sangie spits on them, and we take off for the outpost. They follow.
On the way back, Sangie realizes she's less than half a bubble from 40 and wants to kill some wolves so we can get that taken care of. (I had previously dinged 40 that night.) The griefers (Kallel and Kaidance on the Muradin server) decide to have some fun with us. The warlock starts fearing the wolves as we fight them. Unlike some other monsters, wolves are actually smart enough to get reinforcements when they are feared. As the new wolves come in, we're fighting two or three at a time. One actually starts chewing on the warlock, but I'm too busy to enjoy it and know that it's not really more than an annoyance for someone that high level.
Sangie wants to go. We're not really in control of the situation. I refuse. Obviously, as my healer, it's really her call, but she accepts it. I've dealt with enough jerks in Joint Ops to know that these are n00bs. Sure, they're way higher level, but griefing is an art, and people who think spamming duel requests to lowbies is comedy are n00bs at griefing.
So we keep fighting. Sangie plays it smart and saves mana for heals, in case we get too many. But we never do. Kaidance keeps fearing any time we do significant damage to a wolf. And since there's two of us, we can get a wolf down to half health in no time. We never have more than three at a time. My health and Sangie's mana never get low. And I'm making sure to put bleeds on all the wolves so they come back two hits away from death. This "griefer" is actually PULLING FOR US! Fabulous!
I couldn't be more pleased, but Sangie's still not feeling it. We still didn't have control of the situation, and at some level it felt like the griefers were still winning. Pallies have a spell that makes it so the mobs can't run. Now Sangie's still just level 39. That warlock is at least fifty. (It turned out she was 59.) But she takes a shot. This part is all very clear to me. We're running over a hill to get another wolf. The griefers are in hot pursuit, still clueless to the fact that they've done nothing but help us so far. Sangie drops her seal on the wolf. The warlock starts to fear... and nothing happens. There's a bigger than life fear icon over the wolf, but it doesn't budge an inch. My clever girl has just schooled a level 59 warlock. Slow thinkers that they are, it takes another wolf or two before they even realize they've been beaten. Sangie dings. We head back to camp, and the last thing they hear as they take off is a hearty Tauren chuckle fading into the distance.
Here's what I consider the moral of the story. People are jerks. Luckily, they are also stupid (myself included).
Seriously, griefing on a PvE server? How bottom of the gene pool do you have to be? Don't give me that Horde vs Alliance crap. When was the last time you actually role-played? The only reason you grief Horde only is because you're too scared you might actually have to deal with the consequences if you griefed Alliance. Of course, that's probably not even true. I'm guessing you're the type of folks who snag ore and chests from Alliance lowbies when you think you can get away with it. You're bad people, and apparently not too bright. Hopefully you grow out of it someday or at least grow a pair and roll PvP.
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