
“Heal Plz,” the priest said in group. I looked over at the little man who was picking flowers and generally living dangerously on the edge. I then glanced at the second priest in the party, who took no notice of his request.
“Heal Plz,” he repeated, and I looked down at my plate mail and shield, quite sure by this time that he meant for me to do it.
“Hey, what’s the deal with the priests?” I whispered to my friend who had gotten us into this lovely pick up group to start with. “They haven’t cast one single heal this whole dungeon.”
“That’s because you’re the healer,” he replied immediately. “Both priests told me after they joined that they would leave the group if they had to perform any healing at all.”
“Do you want me to get on my priest and show them how to play?” I responded, feeling frustrated with the situation. After all, my priest healed her way to level 70, never once complaining about the job because she was a healer class.
‘It won’t do any good,” he said, and by now the healing challenged priest had indeed succeeded in regenerating most of his health without having to cast a spell. “Priests don’t heal anymore.”
“I understand not wanting to heal,” I tried to be reasonable. “In fact, I myself don’t wish to heal that guy. But why pick a class that does it for a living and then refuse? I hear we need more warriors in game…”
“Why indeed,” he responded, catching the eye of a mob.
The team sprang into action. Fortunately I did not have to worry about the heath of my friend, because the priest pulled agro off him almost immediately.
“Heal Plz,” the cloth wearing pseudo tank said flatly as our tank tried to get the mob back.
And I did heal him. I did it because everyone is different; everyone plays the game for different reasons. At the end, I healed him because I play for everyone to succeed, not just me.
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