Allow Me to Introduce Myself, My Name is Mud

"...and remember, 'Mud' spelled backwards is 'Dumb'."
--Bugs Bunny


Leveling an Affliction Warlock via BGs has been --for the most part-- an exercise in patience.

You die a lot.  And I do mean a lot.

You also lose a lot.

Yes, I do realize that when you run as many BGs as I have, you are going to have your share of losses, but in the low level BGs especially, clothies are Rogue and Hunter chow.  When that happens in a 10/10 game such as Warsong Gulch, you're essentially giving the other team a few more players advantage.*

In the current environment of random BGs, unless you've managed to use cross realm grouping or you've got a bunch of guildies with alts at the right level, you're pretty much stuck with what you draw.  Most of the time you get players with different strategic and tactical ideas, and that can translate into shouts and recriminations on BG chat.

Sometimes, however, you get lucky.

I ported into Eye of the Storm in time to hear someone ask what the map was about.  "I haven't done this one before," the Warrior said.

Oh oh, I thought.

A DK and myself ran over the basics --capture your bases, try for a third and to control the middle to get the flag-- and I mentioned to call out incs.

"Incs?  Sorry, I don't know the lingo."

"Incoming."  Didn't this person know anything?  Well, I'd been there before, so I wasn't going to judge, but this certainly didn't look good.

"Okay."

The game started out... well... very badly.  We were quickly overwhelmed at the Draenei Ruins while most of the team went to the Mid.  Then, when everybody from the Mid came running to DR, the Horde swept into the Mage Tower.

We very quickly found ourselves down by 500 points before we stabilized things.

"Go to FR!  FR is empty!" another DK was yelling.  "We need bases to catch up!"

I found myself at DR at that point, so I could only watch at first while three people got ahead and managed to take the FR to gray.  The Horde then moved en masse from the Blood Elf Tower to FR.

"Let's go!" I yelled.  "BE is empty!"

Turned out that was a temporary situation, as a Horde Rogue and Shaman reached there just as I did.  I feared them as much as I could, but I got swept under by too many CCs from the Rogue.  Fortunately, 3 or 4 fellow Alliance had followed me over, and we were able to capture that base.

The situation remained fluid.  The Horde had built a lead with three bases and capturing the Mid, but they abandoned that to try to farm kills over on our side of the field and capture both MT and DR.  The Horde got DR and the FR briefly flickered back to Horde Red.

"Let's go get MT!" the newbie Warrior yelled.

"We've got MT," I corrected.  "We need DR back."

"Sorry, this is still new to me."

It was then that a Rogue piped up. "This BG has been around since patch 2.1.  How can you not know about this BG?"

We still had a chance at this game, but if we were going to dissolve into BG drama, it was going to slip away.  "Look," I said, "the dude is probably new."

"I'm not a dude," the warrior replied, "and I am new."

I looked at the Warrior's masculine name, and decided to let it go.  I thought about mentioning the number one rule of MMOs**, but I decided it wasn't even worth it.

We weren't able to retake DR, but suddenly FR flickered to gray and then to Alliance Blue.  We had a 3:1 edge for the first time, and we also had the flag.

But the Horde also had less than three minutes remaining, and we were down by 300 points.

"We're not out of it yet," I called out from MT as we captured the flag.  "If we capture the flag a couple more times, we may pull this off."

Our Shaman picked up the flag again and took off toward MT, with two Horde hot on her heels.  I mounted and intercepted them all, using Howl of Terror to scatter them as she slipped free to capture the flag.  The rest of the crew at MT swept onto the two Horde as I climbed back to MT and cast my DoTs from there.

Down by 100 points, and we were closing fast with a minute and a half left.

Then FR flickered into gray.

"Crap!  FR!"  The newbie warrior led the charge to dislodge the Horde from FR as our Feral Druid picked up the flag and raced toward the same area.

40 seconds.

"Don't cap until we get FR back!" I yelled.

30 seconds.  20.

I could only watch from Mage Tower as the drama unfolded.  "Come on," I muttered.  "Come on...."

15.

10.

FR turned blue, and the Feral Druid captured the flag.

Cheers erupted on our side.

"We did it!"

"Wooo!!!"

I whispered to the newbie Warrior that she did a good job, but she'd already ported out.  Well, if a certain newbie Warrior happens to come across this post, I'll raise a pint to you.  You acquitted yourself well, and didn't rise up and take the flamebait, either.

I'm also not too proud to admit that my initial impression of that team proved to be wrong.  After all, I've never been happier to be called 'mud'.




*Unless they have Locks that can be Rogue chow too, and your side has Rogues who aren't afraid to take advantage of that.

**Nobody knows your gender unless you volunteer it, and sometimes, not even then.