Last Monday was just one of those nights for my beloved 10-man raid. (Secretly, I blame Super Bowl-related exhaustion, as we had cancelled our Sunday raid for football fans.)
You know a raid is off to a bad start when we wipe on trash mobs after managing to aggro not one, not two, but all four Deathbound Wards while clearing the last room before Marrowgar. (The best I can guess is that after the first two were accidentally released by our hunter’s pet, the helpful NPC Alliance running through the first hall tripped the other two traps.) We ran back in, pulled ourselves together, and wiped again. On the trash.
We made it to Lord Marrowgar and during the first Bonestorm (during which my brain always does The Simpsons sing-song of “Tell your parents: Buy me ‘Bonestorm’ or go to hell!”) our other healer and two DPS died. I rebirthed my fellow healer, and he promptly bit the dust again. By the time we were down to trying to 4-man the last 25%, the Raid Leader wisely called a wipe.
Now, as an aside, up until now we’ve been rocketing through ICC, with the brick-wall exception of Rotface. Sure, we went through the normal few wipes on each boss trying to find our footing, but except for Rotface we’ve rarely hit a multi-week difficulty. So to wipe three times before downing Marrowgar was…odd. Not to mention our normally talkative and jovial raid was deathly silent during all of this.
But we rallied…sort of. We killed Marrowgar on our second try and burned through Lady Deathwhisper, the Gunship battle, Saurfang, and the two guard dogs of Decimate-y goodness without incident. Our ICC raid weekly was to kill both Festergut and Rotface with at least one raid member surviving both encounters, and since we generally down Festergut in one try, we decided to go for Rotface first.
We ran in and everything was going well until the first “angry poo-poo”. I got the Mutated Infection and didn’t run fast enough, leaving a Little Ooze snapping in the center of the DPS. But our off-tank (my pally) rallied and got the Little Ooze away. Unfortunately, I let myself get flustered and made little mistakes, one after the other. Even though we got Rotface lower than ever before, we ended up wiping.
And then we wiped some more. And some more. And, just when we were looking for a little variety from all the wiping, here came some more death.
As our raid time approached its end, one of our Raid Leaders called it for Rotface. We were going to go focus on Festergut instead and use our remaining 15 minutes to down him. To make a long story short (too late!) we wiped twice on Festergut after some Benny Hill-style Gas Spore-related wackiness and called it a (long and very frustrating) night.
After our early Marrowgar wipe, a fellow raid member sent me a link to the above picture. “That’s us tonight,” he whispered.
And I’m afraid I have to agree. Whether it was Super-Bowl-lag (like jet lag, only caused by drinking too much while watching the Super Bowl) or just general exhaustion, somehow we were just screwed from the first moment we set foot in that place.
When all the dust had settled, I whispered our raid leader.
“Next week will be better,” she replied.
Whattaya know – it was. Over the last two days we downed everything up to Professor Putricide and made some serious progress on him. We laughed and giggled and made lots of Futurama jokes at the Professor’s expense.
And this, in a nutshell, is why I love my 10-man raid. For every tornainbow we encounter, for every “one of those nights”, there’s always a pure and simple rainbow around the corner – like any good team, we pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off and do better next time.