Having Fun Again

So after a bit of a snag in my progression at the beginning of the week I was given a good uplifting from some comments and went back in there swinging. I got my first raid invite Wednesday evening. Invited as a trial it was my first time raiding in a 25 man raid since killing Archimonde in the Caverns of Time during The Burning Crusade. Pretty exciting stuff and perfect timing as I needed a good raid experience to pump me up, right? Well not so fast, it's still me we're talking about. I was hoping I'd be able to fly under the radar, not get killed by standing in something and at the very least stay middle of the pack on the DPS charts. Off to kill some monster named Altramedes in Blackwing Desent, I was feeling optimistic. A dozen wipes later and only beating the healers in DPS, I knew I was in over my head. Not completely useless I did catch on to the mechanics very quickly and I was able to strafe to the left with the group when I was suppose to, and fortunately for me only got skulled once where I had to strafe to the right away from the group. During the last few attempts I died twice randomly while being in the middle of the group. I still have no idea how it happened because I was moving at the exact same time as everyone else but I'm sure there is a valid reason even though of coarse I think it's because of my dumb luck. Either way it's embarrassing for one and obviously you don't want to stand out in that way especially when you're trying to make a good impression on your first raid with your new guild. Oh ya and it also kills your DPS when you're lying in a pool of your own uselessness. So after repeated wipes, not the which were solely my fault, it was only a matter of time before the frustration of the raid built and courses of action would be taken. Alas I was removed from the group, and I hearthed back to Orgrimmar with my tail between my legs. Thank god for my pets because without sentimental attachment I might have uninstalled the game and hid under my blankets for god knows how long. Ironically when he finally was killed some attempts later, Themios the Darkbringer dropped, not that I would of probably gotten it and certainly wouldn't have deserved it, but a little salt in the wound maybe nonetheless. I thought about shutting it down for the night and trying to forget about WoW but instead a funny thing happened. I started talking to my new friend Sephirothz, a warlock who just happens to appear in an earlier blog posting I made when I didn't know him yet as the one who gave me a reality check when I was so proud of my new Time-Lost mount until he strolled past in his Mimiron's Head. He along with another guild mate Williee, enjoy exploring older content and soloing bosses from earlier expansions and like me enjoy some of the smaller things in this game. The two of them ended up helping me get something I've wanted for a little while now and the last thing I needed for my final collection. More importantly they helped me get over a bad raiding night and I was able to spend the rest of Wednesday and Thursday putting solid hours into Dakona's progression. This entry is turning into a novel so check back with me tomorrow for the rest of the story. Ooooh cliffhanger!! Oh shush.