Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a night elf. I like night elves. I have friends who are night elves. But something about this race draws a sliver of people that aren't so much mean or vicious or cruel as just . . . well, dumb. My brother said some people play night elves because they want to be like Legolas. His wife said it was because all the elf girls are the most attractive.
Let's call it the "Legolas Syndrome." New players buy Warcraft, say "Oooh! Night Elves!" and make it their first character. Not evil, per se. You have to start somewhere.
The problem is when these same people get in your way. For instance, today I was doing a quest that another guy was obviously doing too. I was lvl 18, he was lvl 17, and we were both tough enough to do the quest on our own if we laboriously killed off the furbolgs one by one. So I offered to group with him and gave him an invite.
He joined me without saying a word, and helped me kill the baddie that came after I opened up my bowl of cleansing on the camp. Then I waited for him to do the same, which called the boss a second time (this was necessary). He never said a word this whole time, mind you, and the quest item appeared in a little basket by the fire as soon as the baddie appeared, right? And instead of helping me finish off Mr. Big and Bad, this idiot goes after the basket (which I haven't even touched, even though I had time to) and LETS ME DIE! I start running away, and this guy gets up to lay the final stroke on Mr. Big and Bad JUST as Mr. Big and Bad kills me.
And I wanted to strangle him. Instead, I ran back to my body, checked to make sure I got the quest done, asked him if he'd gotten it done, but he didn't say anything except "help," so I killed the thing that was killing him and left the group since it was obvious that he'd finished the quest, because I died while he was finishing the quest.
I was really annoyed.
My husband says I'm too nice. I think I am. Anyone else would have told that guy off, but I just ran back to town and got on here to rant. So. Rant, rant, rant.
There, I feel better.