How Not To Be Retarded - Vol. 2Know How To Play Your Job
There are a wide variety of jobs in FFXI. Hell, pretty much every MMORPG is full of job classes that offer any sort of experience you may desire.
You want to be an Elvaan Warrior? Cool.
You want to be a cat girl black mage? Sure.
You want to be a half-vampire, half-werewolf, half-duck wizard?
... I'm sure it's out there somewhere.
Yes, that depresses me, too.
You are entirely free to choose any job, career, profession, and life that you want. You can carefully consider each class's strengths and roles and find the perfect job for you, one that matches your play style and personality.
Doesn't that sound nice?
That sounds nice.
And all we ask is that you figure out how to play that job.
It's not hard. A little bit of internet research, browse through a few forums, and boom! You're an expert.
Okay... Maybe not an expert. But you can probably not get your entire group horribly murdered by ugly monsters with pointy things.
Oh, the pointy things.
Just a little bit of work.
That's not so much to ask, is it?
And yet, it isn't the exception, but the norm that you run into people who are either:
a) too ignorant
b) too stupid
c) both a and b
pretty much every single time you join a group.
Yeah, sure. You had this group just the other day that ran beautifully. Everyone worked together and did their jobs. You made tons of exp and a fun time was had by all.
That didn't actually happen. That was a dream you had after you cried yourself to sleep. In reality, your party took four hours to get started because one guy had no idea what kind of gear or items he needed and then disbanded ten minutes later after two consecutive party wipes because of that guy.
Seriously. That's what happened.
Or you were that guy.
In that case, good job, champ. You're a credit to whatever trailer park you call home.
It's really not that hard to learn how to play your job properly. I'm not suggesting you devote your entire life to studying the arts of the Bard, but at least get the freaking basics down.
You know, you COULD devote your entire life to it. That is an option.
That would totally work for me.
Then, I wouldn't have to spend the majority of parties wondering exactly what the barrel of a gun would taste like.
Sure, your life would fall apart, the tattered pieces of your humanity burning in the fires of your gaming obsession, your entire existence reduced to being a puppet for my game playing needs.
Take one for the team.
The team being me.
When you log in and choose that job, even if you're only trying it out for shits and giggles, you are agreeing to learn that shit. You are agreeing to work your ass off until you are an ass-kicking machine.
That's why it's called a job.
Yeah, yeah. You're only playing a game. You only want to have fun.
Bullshit. You want fun, go play outside or something.
Or in traffic.