When your character meets someone in an event who roleplays a much more/less powerful combatant your character.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFuMpYTyRjw
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it's so true it hurts
Gunshots and arrows flew across the battlefield, nearly removing the heads of the small group huddled behind a fallen tree. Blasts of destructive magic and engineered concoctions blew up left and right, chipping at the ground and their only source of cover.
The smallest of the five men shouted down the four other men to his company leader at the other end of the log. "SIR! WHAT'S THE PLAN?"
The grizzled veteran peeked his head above the toppled wood for but a moment, a stray bolt of arcane nearly taking it clean off.
"The way I see it." he begun, turning to look down the four fighters under his command; each of them looking even more worse for wear than the battlefield they found themselves trapped upon. "There's only one way out of this. I can't count how many mages they have, but it won't be long before they realise we're sitting ducks."
They all listened acutely, despite the eruptions of soil and grass blowing up around them.
"Junior, you still have your shield? If we can all huddle behind it a-"
His articulate explanation for their escape was abruptly cut short as a dwarven man in flamboyant pink hot pants and a breezy yellow harness sprinted carelessly up beside them, waving a stave twice his size that spilled shadowflame everywhere it jingled.
"'ELLO LADS! YER IN A SPOT O'TROUBLE AIN'T YE?" he shouted at them, bullets, arrows and fiery needles colliding with his exposed body as he stood out in the open, a victim to all the enemy focus. The company leader gawked and stared up at the brazen dwarf, the projectiles hitting him but either causing no harm or being absorbed by some invisible magic barrier - it was hard to say which.
"OOCH, THA' BLOODY HURTS. HANG ON A SEC' LADDIES!"
The scantily clad dwarf turned to his right - towards the enemy forces - throwing out a movement of his arm that looked more like he was brushing long locks of hair from his face rather than making any kind of attack. "SHUT UP, WILL YE? I'M TRYNA' TALK TE THESE LADDIES!"
A chorus of screams filled the air and all spells, explosions and projectiles ceased to fly overhead. The battlefield - for the first time in hours - was quiet. With an arrow through the side of his head and several bullet holes in his arm, the unfazed dwarf spun back around to face the cowering humans.
"Anyway, glad I found ye. Saw ye back in town - ye don't happen te have any peanut butter, do ye?"
The smallest of the five men shouted down the four other men to his company leader at the other end of the log. "SIR! WHAT'S THE PLAN?"
The grizzled veteran peeked his head above the toppled wood for but a moment, a stray bolt of arcane nearly taking it clean off.
"The way I see it." he begun, turning to look down the four fighters under his command; each of them looking even more worse for wear than the battlefield they found themselves trapped upon. "There's only one way out of this. I can't count how many mages they have, but it won't be long before they realise we're sitting ducks."
They all listened acutely, despite the eruptions of soil and grass blowing up around them.
"Junior, you still have your shield? If we can all huddle behind it a-"
His articulate explanation for their escape was abruptly cut short as a dwarven man in flamboyant pink hot pants and a breezy yellow harness sprinted carelessly up beside them, waving a stave twice his size that spilled shadowflame everywhere it jingled.
"'ELLO LADS! YER IN A SPOT O'TROUBLE AIN'T YE?" he shouted at them, bullets, arrows and fiery needles colliding with his exposed body as he stood out in the open, a victim to all the enemy focus. The company leader gawked and stared up at the brazen dwarf, the projectiles hitting him but either causing no harm or being absorbed by some invisible magic barrier - it was hard to say which.
"OOCH, THA' BLOODY HURTS. HANG ON A SEC' LADDIES!"
The scantily clad dwarf turned to his right - towards the enemy forces - throwing out a movement of his arm that looked more like he was brushing long locks of hair from his face rather than making any kind of attack. "SHUT UP, WILL YE? I'M TRYNA' TALK TE THESE LADDIES!"
A chorus of screams filled the air and all spells, explosions and projectiles ceased to fly overhead. The battlefield - for the first time in hours - was quiet. With an arrow through the side of his head and several bullet holes in his arm, the unfazed dwarf spun back around to face the cowering humans.
"Anyway, glad I found ye. Saw ye back in town - ye don't happen te have any peanut butter, do ye?"
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13/11/2018 07:59Posted by InvaderGunshots and arrows flew across the battlefield, nearly removing the heads of the small group huddled behind a fallen tree. Blasts of destructive magic and engineered concoctions blew up left and right, chipping at the ground and their only source of cover.
The smallest of the five men shouted down the four other men to his company leader at the other end of the log. "SIR! WHAT'S THE PLAN?"
The grizzled veteran peekED his head above the toppled wood for but a moment, a stray bolt of arcane nearly taking it clean off.
"The way I see it." he begins, turning to look down the four fighters under his command; each of them looking even more worse for wear than the battlefield they find themselves trapped upon. "There's only one way out of this. I can't count how many mages they have, but it won't be long before they realise we're sitting ducks."
They all listened acutely, despite the eruptions of soil and grass blowing up around them.
"Junior, you still have your shield? If we can all huddle behind it a-"
His articulate explanation for their escape was abruptly cut short as a dwarven man in flamboyant pink hot pants and a breezy yellow harness sprinted carelessly up beside them, waving a stave twice his size that spilled shadowflame everywhere it jingled.
"'ELLO LADS! YER IN A SPOT O'TROUBLE AIN'T YE?" he shouted at them, bullets, arrows and fiery needles colliding with his exposed body as he stood out in the open, a victim to all the enemy focus. The company leader gawked and stared up at the brazen dwarf, the projectiles hitting him but either causing no harm or being absorbed by some invisible magic barrier - it was hard to say which.
"OOCH, THA' BLOODY HURTS. HANG ON A SEC' LADDIES!"
The scantily clad dwarf turned to his right - towards the enemy forces - throwing out a movement of his arm that looked more like he was brushing long hair off of his face rather than making any kind of attack. "SHUT UP, WILL YE? I'M TRYNA' TALK TE THESE LADDIES!"
A chorus of screams filled the air and all spells, explosions and projectiles ceased to fly overhead. The battlefield - for the first time in hours - was quiet. With an arrow through the side of his head and several bullet holes in his arm, the unfazed dwarf spun back around to face the cowering humans.
"Anyway, glad I found ye. Saw ye back in town - ye don't happen te have any peanut butter, do ye?"
You're now the only gnome I don't wanna eat. +1
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I had low expectations when I was about to watch the clip you linked. After watching it, even if I had high expectations. It would have exceeded my expectations.
Thank you OP for making my morning.
Thank you OP for making my morning.
Mitchell and Webb. Solid gold.
Literally warlocks, mages and DK's vs everyone else...
And some brainlet who's practically the BMX bandit tries to take on the dude who can summon angels. *Cough cough*
And some brainlet who's practically the BMX bandit tries to take on the dude who can summon angels. *Cough cough*
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reminder that a warrior one-shot a pit lord13/11/2018 22:06Posted by DevyxLiterally warlocks, mages and DK's vs everyone else...
twice
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13/11/2018 23:11Posted by Faceslingerreminder that a warrior one-shot a pit lord13/11/2018 22:06Posted by DevyxLiterally warlocks, mages and DK's vs everyone else...
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Thank god they got hotfixed at the start of Legion!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyrtiXwlyD0
When you're powerful but RNG is also a factor..
When you're powerful but RNG is also a factor..
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Reminds me more of "when you play a powerful character and someone engages in combat with you but then complains that your character is too powerful".
Like smh, what did you expect when you engage in combat as a simple foot soldier with sword and shield against some mage or warlock?
Like smh, what did you expect when you engage in combat as a simple foot soldier with sword and shield against some mage or warlock?
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Gotta admit, I laughed.
Wall of text inbound, skip if you like! :P
The thing is, there is totally room for both ends of the scale in WoW. It's when the two meet with unrealistic expectations there are problems.
For instance Rugged Adventurer Guy is entirely justified in being 'quite a tough cookie'; the average village may have plenty to fear from even a humble Murloc, Gnoll, Kobold or other creature. RA Guy, however, can take on whole camps of these mooks and emerge triumphant. Does that make him 'OP' compared to Village Idiot Man? Well... no? VIMs player clearly chose to pitch him at that 'level' for want of a better word, what does he expect?
Now, say RA Guy meets up with Adept Priestess and they go adventuring. AP can cast spells, sense things that RA Guy can't, do all kinda of neat tricks. Does that make her OP? Not really; she can only use spells for so long, she's useless in melee, she relies on RA Guys survivalist skills when they're out in the wilderness. They have different skills on the same part of the Power Level scale.
It's when, for sake of argument, these two meet a group of, for instance, Night Elf sentinels. Now, yes, you can have varied Power Level within all characters, but expecting a character to be 'just a warrior' or 'just a hunter' when the character is thousands of years old, has fought more Demons and high end enemies than the other two have had hot dinners, and is in tune with the wild and nature itself?
The happy medium is when all the players get on just fine, and the characters interact while still playing to some strengths. For instance, RA Guy might not have a hope of beating Sentinels in combat, but he simply refuses to back down from a fight and keeps picking himself up from the floor, which impresses them. Something like that.
The flipside, of course, is when RA Guy demands that he be 'taken seriously', which is usually shorthand for "I want to win too". My question is, why should the other RPers be forced to hamstring their characters just because someone makes a 'low power' character and then demands that they can still 'win' or compete with characters that are simply higher up the scale?
Wall of text inbound, skip if you like! :P
The thing is, there is totally room for both ends of the scale in WoW. It's when the two meet with unrealistic expectations there are problems.
For instance Rugged Adventurer Guy is entirely justified in being 'quite a tough cookie'; the average village may have plenty to fear from even a humble Murloc, Gnoll, Kobold or other creature. RA Guy, however, can take on whole camps of these mooks and emerge triumphant. Does that make him 'OP' compared to Village Idiot Man? Well... no? VIMs player clearly chose to pitch him at that 'level' for want of a better word, what does he expect?
Now, say RA Guy meets up with Adept Priestess and they go adventuring. AP can cast spells, sense things that RA Guy can't, do all kinda of neat tricks. Does that make her OP? Not really; she can only use spells for so long, she's useless in melee, she relies on RA Guys survivalist skills when they're out in the wilderness. They have different skills on the same part of the Power Level scale.
It's when, for sake of argument, these two meet a group of, for instance, Night Elf sentinels. Now, yes, you can have varied Power Level within all characters, but expecting a character to be 'just a warrior' or 'just a hunter' when the character is thousands of years old, has fought more Demons and high end enemies than the other two have had hot dinners, and is in tune with the wild and nature itself?
The happy medium is when all the players get on just fine, and the characters interact while still playing to some strengths. For instance, RA Guy might not have a hope of beating Sentinels in combat, but he simply refuses to back down from a fight and keeps picking himself up from the floor, which impresses them. Something like that.
The flipside, of course, is when RA Guy demands that he be 'taken seriously', which is usually shorthand for "I want to win too". My question is, why should the other RPers be forced to hamstring their characters just because someone makes a 'low power' character and then demands that they can still 'win' or compete with characters that are simply higher up the scale?
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Healing RP in a nutshell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_AmdvxbPT8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_AmdvxbPT8
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14/11/2018 21:04Posted by LĂłrasHealing RP in a nutshell:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_AmdvxbPT8
So true.
If a peasant or footman decides to battle a dk, they really shouldn’t expect the fight to be fair. Powerful characters exist and are fine in to as long as they aren’t invincible.
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Indeed, please refrain from being arthas’s horse.
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“I’m going to pick a fistfight with a worgen despite being a normal human then complain/godmote when he tries to leverage the fact he’s a ****ing werewolf with three feet over me in said fistfight”
Same applies to tauren. I’m pretty sure if you get punched by a tauren you should do your best emoted impression of getting hit by a freight train, not “/e grunts as the tauren punches him then swings a fist back”. >.>
I do genuinely dislike the “Everyone must be equal!!!” schtick in RP fights. It’s nearly always humans too. Nobody is allowed to be stronger or more nimble than humans I guess. It’s not like they hold advantages elsewhere that makes up for their mediocrity or anything.
OT: Mitchell and Webb is great, and will nearly always have a relevant sketch to link (And now with these shiny new forums you can EMBED THEM!)
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When the pit lord is a brainlet
A forsaken arm wrestles a Tauren
((So /roll to see who wins??))
Yeah it’s p gross whenever stuff like that happens.
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When a bandit RPer decides to take on a Lightforged, but really doesn’t want to admit it was a bad idea.
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