My first raid ever was when i was a freshly dinged level 47 magician, and the destination was Plane of Fear.
Consequently, this was my guilds first attempt at a raid. Long story short, we spent over 3 hours just getting "ready" to enter the portal... meanwhile, the huge Mexican style feast i had 4 hours ago, was starting to upset my stomach...
So, since it appeared that nothing was going to happen soon, i decided to make a trip to the bathroom to expel some of this horridly spicy food from my system... As this was a time before laptop computers... I had to walk away from my PC.. so I woke up my wife from her slumber, and explained the situation to her, telling her that she needed to come sit at the computer desk and let me know if anything happens.... (I know pathetic huh?, This is TRUE addiction)
So while I am on the can experiencing a wondrous moment of relieve, my wife blurts out that people are moving into a "mirror thingie" and wanted to know if she should move my character to follow them...
Apparently me screaming "NO NO NO, sounded like GO GO GO, from the echoy confines of the bathroom...
Being that this was not the first time my wife has had to move my character, she knew enough about using the arrows keys to move me around....
Now... to fully appreciate this next part, you need to understand that connected to my PC was a 500 watt surround sound system with a 300 watt sub that I cranked when I played EQ...
So while I am... uh... finishing my time in the bathroom, I hear the sound of chaos erupting from the living room (where my PC was), unknown creatures wailing, the sound of battle every, and the panicking cries of wife wondering what the hell is happening....
So here I come running down the hallway, pants around my ankle and a stream of toilet paper as a tail, screaming at her to "stop and die"... too late.... She took a little marathon run around the entire portal area and managed to pull i think half the zone back to where everyone was gathering...
The entire guild wiped... what ensued was 3 more attempts to break in using summoned mage gear, until too many of our members lost the level restriction to re enter....
I don't remember how this ended except that it was well into morning before I got my corpse back, and I was not a very popular guy in the guild, that was until after the whole story came, then I became the butt of every joke... and was thus crowned "Number 2" (a reference from Austin Powers)
Morale of the story... when you are planning raid night, stay away from the mexican food, and no matter how logical it seems... never let your wife operate your character, even if you are under the influence of alcohol...
The End...
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