(Bonus Points to those of who get the title reference.)
I was in Goldshire on my Level 20 Priest, Nogametime, when I was challenged to a duel by a Warlock named Mulder. In all of my past duels with Warlocks, they have spammed Fear, so I was quick to learn that breaking their line of sight (LOS) with me is very important. With this in mind, I accept the duel and go into the Lion’s Pride.
Mulder forfeits almost immediately, and then this happens:
Hoo boy, Mulder is one of these people.
Wait, what? Do they seriously think that I’m actually going to just stand still and let them attack me? Of course I’m going to hide, you fool, it makes things more interesting!
You’re not familiar with that word? Here, let me help:The ‘specific end’ in this case being me winning the duel.
Okay, let’s be serious: you’re a whiny little bitch who can’t accept the fact that you weren’t going to win a duel in five seconds by spamming Fear and Drain Soul. You also cannot accept the fact that someone was prepared to do whatever it took to defeat you, even if that meant using tactics and strategies you don’t like.
And you’re a twinked warlock with constant heals and fears. What’s the difference?
Mulder challenges me to another duel, which I gladly accept. I’m getting sick of their whining by now, so I’ll take any excuse to beat them.
Okay, Mulder; I’ll be filthy as long as you continue to be bitter and salty. Sound fair?
Patronising me won’t get you anywhere. You lost, deal with it.
Yes you do; I bet you’re seething on the inside, furious that my tactics worked and I added another victory to my win/loss record (which, at the time of writing this post, was 269-14).
It is tactics, Mulder, as I have already explained. Anyway, it was at this point I’d finally had enough of their whining and put them on ignore.
People need to realise that there are no rules when it comes to PvP; if there were, I doubt there would be many people partaking in it.
Sadly, people like Mulder will never realise this, and continue to plague us all with their bitching and moaning.
Not that I’m complaining, of course; their salty tears are delicious, after all…