ok I have a story basically a long-ass time ago I played World of Warcraft and I was Serious™ about it and I had alts and did raids and all that other shit you do when you’re Serious™ in that game

So this was back before Raid Finder was a thing so if you were pugging a raid you mostly sat around at the meeting stone for like an hour while you spammed the LFG channel in desperation

ANYWAYS I was on my resto druid and I was in a pug for Onyxia’s Lair (this was WotLK so it was the remake of it).  And we were sitting around at the meeting stone and this one guy we pugged was being so fucking rude and obnoxious and he wouldn’t shut up but we didn’t kick him because we were desperate for people right, and that’s when I realized, for the first time

wait a minute

I’m the healer

I can decide who lives and dies

And I knew, right then, that I was standing on a terrible threshold, right at the edge of an abyss, and it was up to me whether or not I leaped.

Long story short I leaped and he died about 30 seconds into the boss fight and I laughed