The only word that can describe my futile attempts in player versus player combat is tragic. Okay, I haven’t as of yet had a spell reflect that kills me.
Arena is a no go area. World PVP is just a severe embarrassment and I am the epitome of a carebear.
No “If it’s red it’s dead” mantra with me. Don’t get me wrong I get tempted even though I am slightly against the principle of ganking baby levels, but most of the time I just let them get on with it, the biggest reason being that they may actually have a chance to annihilate me. Yes I am that bad and if you’re over, say, 65, you may get the oppurtunity to boast in /g “Just pwned a noob level 80 lock.”
I still love the odd forays into battlegrounds. Indeed I am a sucker for punishment, at least here I can hide behind the masses and happily dot anything that’s red and moves. That is until that one player finds me and when that player finds me I become the big “get your honour here” special.
