Kind of a crazy day at the conference when, perusing my feedreader on the ol’ iPod, I noticed I was linked on WoW Insider. Total insanity… without the unkillable Druid adds.
For those new eyes checking out my humble corner of the Interwebs, I feel compelled to write a new post as a delicious morsel of what you can look forward to feasting on if you continue to sit at my table of… alright, I’m clearly very hungry right now. Food metaphors aside, here’re the goods.
I first rolled my tankadin a year and a half ago, in September of 2006. I was on a long hiatus from WoW and was planning to rejoin the game on a server a few of my friends were playing on. Asking what class role they needed filled I was told a tank, so tank I rolled. Like a turkey leg off a tabl–er, sorry, doing it again.
So originally I came to tank out of sheer coincidence, it’s what they needed, so I provided it. But, over time, other reasons emerged for me not deleting Rhidach into the Abyss That Only GMs Tread.
For example it is really easy to pug as a tank. In TBC it was stupid easy, you’d hop in the LFG channel and put in your comment “Tank, x hp, uncrittable” and you’d get hit immediately with some whispers. These days there’s a bit of a tanxplosion on the multitudinous servers, so it takes an extra of minute or two to find a pug needing your services.
Still that not having to languish in the LFG channel is a mighty nice privilege. I’m sure any healers that read this blog can sympathize.
Other reasons I came to enjoy tanking are a bit more personal. For example, I find it deeply satisfying to complete a group of a mobs, or a boss, knowing that if not for my character’s ugly mug and heavily-dented shield, the rest of the party would promptly go splat.
Every time the main tank has gone down in Naxx and I’ve managed to round up the wayward adds and hold them in my holy wrath while the remnants of the party pull together and overcome a near wipe… that’s satisfying.
The massive repair costs are a burden I will gladly carry to see the raid or group through to the end of the journey.
There’s a definite high–a taste of serotonin that I’m generously provided by that lump of gray matter that calls my skull home–when I’m tanking. It’s hard to describe, but I bet among anyone reading this blog they’ve had that pang of satisfaction at some point, whether it was when landing a sweet crit, or managing to get that heal off before someone was nearly smashed into the dirt, or what have you.
Tanking is exhilirating. That is why I tank.
Plus, the pay. We get paid for this, right?
Alright my dinner awaits! Good feasting… and tanking!
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