Bullies are Stupid, or "My Brother-in-Law (-in-Law) is Better Than You"

It takes a lot to make me /spit on someone. When I /spit, it indicates the lowest possible opinion of that person's mental faculties, personality, and parentage. When I /spit, it means "Yes, I think I'm better than you. Maybe not a better player, but a better person in every sense of the phrase."

I mainly reserve it for server bullies, the people who take pleasure in seeking out the weak (or distracted) and terrorizing them. Campers. Face-sitters.* Impotent losers. The kind of people girls like to laugh at and who then take it out on people in game because it makes them feel more powerful and less like the social refuse they are.

Anyway, even though I know if the people I'm calling social refuse read this they'll laugh and point, prod the sore spots of the story and overall make even bigger jerks of themselves, it's anecdotal and I'm willing to put myself out there for my readers. And it doesn't hurt that I'd IP ban if they showed up and I could figure out how.

* Face-sitting is a way some people "rape" the player they've just killed. It's called tea-bagging. I had a friend hurt irl, so I find it especially Not Funny.

This is What Happened

Husband and I were getting our quest on at level 79 at a high traffic time in a daily quest area. We were on the end of a quest chain and wanting to finish it. Four guys from a known ganker guild came along and smushed us while we were on a mob.

One of our raid leaders, a sweetheart warrior named Fently, was nearby and came out to help us. The three of us took those four down, me healing my husband and Fently doing just fine on his own. They kept rezzing, we kept trying to finish our quest, and occasionally they'd get one of us, but for the most part we (okay, Fently) owned their rears.

Other questing horde showed up and kept them down long enough for us to finish and move on. Fently went back to his previous spot and we moved to the next area.

You might think we'd have four of them on us within minutes. No no. Five. On two. They'd called in a healer and remained to camp us. Husband was starting to get his frustrated voice, so I suggested we just let them sit around our corpses for a while and do something else. Waste their time.

Husband waited for them to get enough away so that we could rez and fly off, and I really didn't have a good feeling about it, but we got back to the Sons of Hodir safe spot.

The gankers started trickling in, so I /spat on them as they arrived. They'd started it, after all. They'd insisted on not letting it go when we moved on, and they'd made husband use his frustrated voice. I never asked to be on a PVP server, and you ought to know my feelings about world PVP by now.

They /laughed and /pitied and I finally /bored with them. /spit is eloquent enough imo, and I had no interest in elaborating upon our relationship. When I told husband about /spit later, he said "Oh," and after that it took him a good while to convince me he thought they deserved it but it was probably what made them do what they did next. Not an explanation I like, and please refrain from backing it up in the comments because I'll start crying again, but it was honest and most likely true. I know and have always known that bullies pick on you more if you react.

So we couldn't continue questing, of course. But some people were talking about an instance, and we were willing to get experience pretty much any way we could, particularly if it was somewhere the trash of the server couldn't show up, so we were hovering around waiting on them to decide when and where.

Except, while we were waiting, the gankers stayed around me. Like, close in, surrounding me.

Husband suggested I fly west, so I did, no particular aim in sight, just waiting for the instance to get together.

They followed.

I thought I'd flown enough and they'd lost interest, but apparently ganking and emoting wasn't enough for them anymore. They flocked around me, and I decided that the best way to ignore them was to go afk.

I stayed at my computer, just watching gchat and making sure they didn't try to hurt me while in the air (I don't think they could do much while in my druid flight form, but). I wasn't particularly interested in starting anything new or continuing anything old. I was finished, if they weren't it was their problem.

The instance took a while to get together. Fently was going to tank, but there was some confusion on my part as to the hold up. I think we were looking for a healer, and the guild leader couldn't heal because his wife was almost home.

Either way, I was chatting in gchat and my brother's wife's little brother (my brother-in-law-in-law), a brilliant mischievous longtime druid, told me about a trick he found. It's a trick I hate sharing, but I have to if I want to tell this story right.

If you're high enough, and you have a good line-up, you can typhoon people off their mounts.

It puts you in combat, and he says hitting escape helps get you out of combat faster, but once you're out of combat, you can get into flight form again. You live, they die.

I did it, but I couldn't tell if I got any of them. My husband, toward the ground, laughed and said he heard one of them yelling. I grinned and hoped I'd gotten one, and then I realized I could check my combat log.


TWO!

Not only did it hit two of them, it crit.

That is probably my happiest world PVP moment to date. XD