I have doubts, mate
To wit: do I suck as a healer?
Let me lay the background on you. On my first three LFD Heroics, everything seemed to be okay. Keeping people alive wasn’t a big deal, and the 2nd one was especially awesome. The tank was so good, I could have stuck to DPS.
And then I got a string of bad ones. All of them sucked. Everybody died. In some case the baddies were easy to spot – the assholes that stood in the bad and then yelled at me for not dispelling them, that sort of thing.
But as a whole, it was a trend, and I started to have real doubts. Maybe … it was me. Maybe I was just that bad in this expansion. I mean, I didn’t feel any different, but maybe the rest of the game picked up and moved on, and I didn’t Get The Memo.
I was sad.
I had been avoiding running more, to be honest. Any excuse not to, I was taking it. I thought, maybe I’ll skip over Heroics and go right into LFR. Safety in numbers, that sort of thing. Nobody will notice a really sucky Disco priest in among a crowd of 25 or so, right? I mean, I was low.
So tonight’s run was a real conundrum. See, I had that quest that requires you to go into Tol Dagor and get that fourth key, in the Jaina Is Trapped quest line.
I could have wimped, and run it in Normal difficulty, but I felt dirty in that scenario. So in I went.
The first bit was pretty good. The tank was a Brewmaster Monk, very aggressive yet rarely below 50% even when he ran off into the boonies. But then we got to the last boss and toons started dropping like flies.
I don’t know if they were just standing in bad and expecting me to protect them, but both hunters and the ret Palli went down. Now it was just me, the tank, and the Boss. And for the next few minutes I shielded, healed, ducked, covered, and dodged like never before.
And we prevailed.
Everybody in the team was like, “Wow, that was awesome” and stuff like that. I was humbled and stoked all at the same time. We rezzed our fallen, no harm no foul, and all was good.
It reminded me of that time when the Bunnies were raiding Naxx and it was me and the Palli we called Spartacus doing the Safety Dance with Heigen. We took it almost all the way to the enrage timer as we danced our way to fame and fortune. It was an epic win, and this one felt the same.
So after tonight’s adventures, I’m willing to try a few more to see if maybe I just had some bad luck.
Amazing what one good night will do for one’s attitude.