Remember a couple of months ago where I had thoughts on two tanks dropping offline in the middle of a raid?
Tonight was our first ever foray in to TotC-10. We took down the Beasts, and we took down Jaraxxus. There was no way we weren't going to wipe on the Champions. And we did. This is a progression raid. That sort of stuff happens.
But somewhere in the postmortem, I reached my End. That point at which I could no longer function. I took my leave, logged out, and went and watched Jon Stewart until I remembered how to laugh again.
I have no idea what to say in defense, because I have nothing to say in defense.
They should have sent a poet.