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In fact, I have some pretty funny stories from when I was leveling over time, the funniest being on my warlock. I was that guy.So I'm leveling my little human warlock named Perth with a fancy letter since Perth is otherwise a blocked name. Goodness knows why, I love the name and use it on almost every character I make in single-name games like World of Warcraft or Star Wars, for example. She had black hair, a rather angry face with hazel eyes, and striking purple, black, and silver robes that were a bit exposing in the naval area. I mention this so as to better illustrate what's to come.

So it all started with a PUG. This PUG in particular was partially a premade. There was assumedly a couple - same server, same guild, the healer had a female avatar and the tank had a male avatar. Now, this tank must have been new or very, very cautious, because we were doing Black Rock Depths and the fun began in the Lyceum. In the Lyceum you had to wade through oooodles of adds who were super weak just to find two with torches to light braziers and leave. Normally you run in and the tank AOEs, and then you AOE, and everyone gets the job done and leaves. Oh no. Not this time.

This time the healer emphasised that she wanted us to avoid AOEing... and sit back and watch as the tank struggled to DPS. He wasn't well geared so it would have taken quite some time. Unfortunately, by the time she had managed to instruct us to sit back and watch, the tank had already pulled and myself and the monk had already begun to AOE the mobs. We were fine... until the tank went to pull more, either not paying attention or not caring. The healer made a point to let us die as we got aggro because the tank didn't AOE or taunt.

The monk asks, "Why did you let us die?" The healer says, "i told u not to aoe and u didnt lissen". I say, "You told us not to after the tank pulls." The healer says, "not my fault". By that point, I'm already very frustrated and I add, "What kind of tank doesn't AOE on multi-target pulls?" Everyone is silenced.

We continue through the dungeon normally. Nothing special, but then we reach the the Imperial Seat, where the last boss is. There's three notches on each side of the hall leading to the last boss, each with a pocket of mobs. Some elites, some normal. You're... supposed to AOE. So the healer says, "dont fuck this one up". That just immediately set me off into a rage unlike any other. I must not have been having a good day or something, I can't really recall why I would have been so infuriated by that. So I set my Soulstone on myself. And I lie in wait.

He pulls the first pack. We carefully pick through them. This continues with the second pack. We're now at the third, and there's three other packs waiting, and it dawns on me what to do.

I sprint forward, pull the other three packs with my face, DOT the boss, and come running back with a huge, shit-eating grin on my face from behind the monitor. Unfortunately, at that moment the monk had been AOEing, which then resulted in the tank AOEing. Aggro was ripped from me pretty quickly, and the healer shouts, "U PIECE OF TRASH". I back up a little with jerky movement and watch them all die before the mobs turn on me and kill me too. But that wasn't all. That's not what made me "that guy". What made me "that guy" was resurrecting myself on the spot with my Soulstone, walking forward so I was standing on their pile of corpses, and /dancing.

Needless to say I got kicked out of the group at that instant but I couldn't stop laughing and it stuck in my head forever. I was never before "that guy".