You would see yourself so differently, believe me!
So another lunch with melvin. Mmmm... bleu cheese bacon burger.
Melvin on tanking... "I'll just tell them to stay below me on the threat meter... if they pull aggro, they deserve to die."
Team Melvin went 6-4 last week in the 5s bracket. Since we were starting out at 1250, we ended up 70 points, since every loss dropped us 7, and wins netted us 20.
Our first match was a loss against 2 resto shammies, rogue, hunter and feral druid.
Afterwards, Melvin posted... "They had 2 healers and we had none. Bottom line."
We then went on to beat that team 5 games straight with our healerless 5 man team. After each win I'd post something like... "That hunter went down faster than Paris Hilton on a first date. Bottom line." Melvin got seriously annoyed, so I count it as another personal victory.
The truly frightening thing about Melvin is that there is absolutely no mystery to how his mind thinks... he is more than inclined to tell you whatever theory he has.
"You can't take prince with more than one tank."
"You can't take moroes with less than three priests."
"Druids are the worst pvp class."
Today's gem... we were passing a little lottery kiosk. Long line. Melvin starts musing about the line, since the jackpot is kinda low... I mention all the press about the latest uber winners... and Melvin notes that the recent winners were exceptional in that they bought "only" two tickets.
According to Melvin, you really need to buy five or more to have any realistic chance of winning.
Anyway, I spent lunch explaining to him how he exhibits all the classical signs of beta maleness.
As fer me and Herk. Really... we rag on each other. It works for us. I need to be goaded into getting offa my lazy ass and playing, and he needs to be slapped back into focus every so often. All symbiotic like.