There are certain social etiquette you expect from people whether they be at a restaurant, library or social gatherings. For some unexplainable reasons, all of that is pushed aside when it comes to virtual or on-line social networking. I do not make it a habit of reporting my unpleasant experiences with Blizzard. Some things are not worth reporting. In other cases, I'm rest assured Blizzard expects people to play along nicely. It is simple to assume that would likely be the case.
It was my first dungeon run at Grim Batol. A human priest, to say the least uncanny for such a species, proceeded to demand me to STFU when I was announcing I was having trouble seeing my screen. So, I died twice. Deaths happen. Deal with it. After I died facing a boss, I was unfamiliar with, the priest cussed me out as a "noob" and refused to resurrect my avatar even though the Mage had the same problem with the UI, who then proceeded to re-log. Whether or not this mage was a friend of the priest, the priest didn't even give the mage a lip of vulgarity the way it did me.
Needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant experience grouping with this Human priest, Valeureuse of the Durotan server. It is not the first and will not be the last unpleasant player I had to deal with. Regardless of what other World of Warcraft players think, I will continue to play as a casual gamer, an In-character Role-player (that's what Zereuwk does), and loot to my heart's content.
My only assumption is, this Human priest could possibly be a kid, who doesn't know any better. In my opinion, for any parent who would allow their child, younger than 18, to play this game, is an idiot. Grow some and discipline your child; not stick them in a room where they lash out on TV and Internet medias.
Weeknights is my playtime and weekends are my quality time with my baby. That's how it's been, and that's how it will continue to be.
Zereuwk Helyanwë: Daughter to Idril Helyanwë and Dr. Helena Grayson. Raised by my brother, Zarekius, during the Third war of the Burning Legion in Astranaar. A wandering vagabond in search of my mother. My father chose to be mortal and died with a broken-heart when my mother disappeared. Joined the band of rogues after the news of my father's death and my mother's disappearance. I am an Elemental Leather-worker and a Pick pocket by trade.
