Dear Crazy Li’l Ducelet,
For quite some time now, I’ve been wondering when your craziest, most insane self would manifest, and today was the day.
See, I knew there was something quite not right about you. I spotted that when the guild was young but I let it slide because we humans have our mood swings. I myself have my own imperfections, Lord knows, but I try to rise above them to the best of my ability.
You invited me to your guild with the saccharine-sounding name Ever After when it was only a couple of days old. I recall you whispered my guildless alt Ysabel, very politely asking me if I was looking for a guild and if I would care to join your level 1 guild with its 30 plus members or so. Because you struck me as someone normal and polite, I accepted your invitation. Pretty soon, the rest of my toons joined Ever After, including of course my beloved Death Knight.
Time passed. More people joined the guild and we started doing things together. Everyone was friendly and reachable. It was a peaceful, happy time.
On hindsight, it was the calm before the storm but I am getting ahead of myself here.
Then we started doing raids. Old school ones, that is. It was from those raids that you determined who were the most skilled and the most dependable — potential members of your Dream Team. And I happened to be one of them.
And it was while we were doing those old school raids that I first got a peek at your selfish nature. You brazenly declared “first dibs” on everything that was of value — items for your Thunderfury quest, that stupid ribbon that drops from Precious in ICC…hell, you even called first dibs on Ashes of Al’ar should it ever dropped. I mean really? You gather a guild that you can use for items you can’t obtain by yourself? Was that our original purpose? If yes, then you know what that makes you? A user.
Then we started doing the Cataclysm raids. We wiped repeatedly, but that’s all part of the learning process. It was still a happy time because we all got along and supported one another. You made sure to kick anyone who displayed the slightest hint of a bad attitude, and that was one of your best qualities as a leader. You wouldn’t take shit from bratty, immature members. And true enough, Ever After was brat-free.
But not for long.
The guild grew at an alarming rate. I say alarming because we took on too many people who felt entitled to raid even if they were as skilled and geared as a pile of donkey dung. People bitched. The bitching probably became too much for you to handle because eventually you announced the formation of Raid Group 2.
Then as we continued to grow and hit Level 25, that’s when things turned from shot to shit. The quality of our roster went from Social Registry to Jersey Shore Black Book. You had all these people who came out of nowhere asking what they needed to do to get promoted. Selfish, devious hypocrites a number of them are. And may I add, confused too because they saw you change the guild ranks more times than Lindsay Lohan got arrested for DUI. Even I got so confused as you would tell me one thing then totally counter yourself the next day. One word came to mind and since then I couldn’t shake it off: SYBIL.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against people with personality disorders. I knew you were on meds and that’s okay. Do what you have to do to get a grip on yourself. But I wonder, especially during the last three weeks, if you’ve run out of supply or simply need to cut the dose, because truth is, honey, you started losing it. I saw how spineless you have become to the new faces that invaded our guild. I saw how you caved in to their wails of protest when I proposed to demote that devious little weasel Vokron. I saw how you couldn’t handle the mob. You’re the GM and you got scared of those self-entitled interlopers. For all your tough talk, you turned out to be a spineless scaredy little cat.
What happened to you, hun? I remember you kicking out folks who displayed the slightest bit of impertinence. But when I recently called out certain people for their rudeness, what did you do? You listened to them when they complained about me. You disregarded me, your officer and staunchest supporter, and while I was offline, you kicked my alts and demoted my DK like the fucked-up coward that you are.
What’s wrong, hun? Can’t handle me because I call a spade a fucking spade? Because I don’t hide behind some lame “I just want us to get along” stand? Because I refuse to let you sweep things under the rug? Hey, off-topic here, what did you do to the 50,000 gold you withdrew from the guild vault? Is it to buy yourself another Vial of Sands?
Someone told me that when I pulled my DK out of the guild, Sheister said on guild chat “She’ll be back.” Well, you know what? I will never come back. And even if you kicked out the people who caused all the drama in the first place, I will never set foot in your guild again. I am done dealing with your volatile nature. I am done seeing your pathetic lackeys hide and whimper and suck up to you because they’re afraid of losing the guild perks. Sad to see people whoring their principles for a few guild perks.
I had my fun times with you and the Ever After peeps, but it’s time to step away from your psychotic tendencies. No need for me to plot your demise like some cheap Pulp Fiction character. You can very well manage that yourself. Oh, and karma’s a bitch by the way. Watch out.
P.S. You really should see the Singing Ferret video! It describes you to a T.
P.P.S. Have the lambs stopped screaming?