When you do a thing for a long enough amount of time, you start collecting stories about it. There’s a lot of odd people in the world after all, so you’re bound to run into one at some point. Today, I’m going to share one of my favorite crazy raid tales, one that to this day remains shrouded in mystery. Gather round, gather round and listen to my tale.
A long time ago in an expansion far, far away….
He was a monk tank. Recruited from trade chat, no other connection to the guild, quiet but seemed like a pretty nice guy. Our raid team was consistently attracting more than 30 bodies a night, which meant it was time for the Great Raid Split of Warlords of Draenor. The team that I was to raid lead was in need of a tank. In stepped the newcomer monk, Zong.
Zong obviously had another main guild on a different server and he mentioned as much. But that wasn’t so unusual in itself – many of our members still called a different guild home. No, this wasn’t what made Zong strange at all.
Nor was it his behavior at raid. With strong mitigation and a good grasp on his class, Zong made a fine tank. He was chipper in Mumble and seemed to a pretty nice, normal guy. The only thing you could maybe find against him was his habit of showing up exactly when raid was scheduled to start. But still, nothing out of the ordinary.
Then one day, I get a message from him.
“Hey Pants, just wanted to let you know I might be out the next coming weeks.”
“Oh ok, any particular reason?”
“Yeah, I’m going to be in court.”
Thinking nothing of it, I asked when he expected to return.
“Well, I could either be back in time for next raid night or you may not see me for a very long time.”
“How long is a very long time?”
“Months, years maybe.”
At this point, I was a touch nervous. Did I need to find a completely new tank? And what exactly was going on that would take him away from game for potentially years?
“Mind if I ask why you might be out for so long?”
“Well I can’t really access my laptop in jail.”
“Yeah so it just depends on how the trial does tomorrow.”
“Well, good luck!”
So our main tank was more than just a quiet nice guy, he was also in trouble with the law. Judging by the description of months or maybe years, this wasn’t something silly like parking in the handicapped space. Whatever he had done, it must have been bad enough to land him in jail for years. And yet, he’s been so chipper and open about it. Just who was Zong??
A few days later, I heard from Zong again in an in game mail.
“Hey Pants, just wanted to let you know that the trial went well and I will be able to raid with you guys! See you next raid night.”
I was… torn. On one side, yay! I don’t have to frantically find a new tank in time for the next raid. On the other side, was this really a good thing for society? Was Zong some sort of master criminal just released to break the law again? Who was Zong??
Unfortunately, I never got to answer that question. Zong joined us again for one more raid before suddenly and unexpectedly leaving the guild and cutting all communication. And being me, all I can imagine is that he is now out there, somewhere in the world, mixing martial arts and crime as some super-villan sort of figure. Or maybe he’s sitting somewhere behind bars, digging behind a poster with a pick.
Or maybe he just went back to his old guild.
All I know is he ain’t smashing kegs for us anymore.