>Log in, ready to raid.
>My r14 ret pally is fully world buffed, consumed, and ready to pump.
>I spend two hours looking for a pug MC without OSG on HR. I don’t care about the time because I have no respect for myself. I’m a fucking ret pally.
>Finally find one. One hour later, we’re pulling the first pack. My dick throbs as I auto attack the mobs. Will SoC proc?
>Magmadar dies. No strikers mark. Three rogues and a warrior leave the group. They aren’t worthy of the light.
>We kill Garr an hour later. A binding drops. A rogue offers to buy it for 10k gold. The raid leader agrees.
>We get to Rag in two hours. Making great time. My double SR on OSG is ready.
>We see a submerge phase. Someone drops an N bomb. Nice. I love pretending it’s 2005.
>Rag falls. I expand my details window as big as it will go. There I am. 28th. My lucky number.
>OSG drops. I can feel the tension in discord. I roll twice. A 99 and a 100. OSG is mine.
>I get several angry whispers from those who aren’t blessed by light. I ignore them. I’ve earned this.
>I wake up. It was all a dream. I haven’t raided since 2019.
>Before getting out of bed, I downvote all pro-gdkp posts on Reddit. How dare they promote RMT.
>I log in to WoW. I load up my level 13 hardcore male Tauren warrior, MooHC. This time I’ll make it past level 20. For sure.