Struggles of a Tank

You know, tanking is a lot like babysitting several children but, in this instance, they have machetes, grenades and guns. Your job is to try and protect them from hurting themselves or stop them from getting you killed. You’re also perpetually in pain and on fire. I honestly can’t count the times that I as a tank have had to stop, take my hands away from my keyboard and hold my head for a moment. I have stood there, mouth wide open, starting at my brilliant DPS rush in head first in front of me into several packs of mobs or the times where the healers go on some dumb rant nobody cares about in the middle of a fight, instead of healing, causing us to die. I love tanking, cause as a tank you’re kind of like the main character. You’re the guy confronting all of the bosses and mobs and the rest of the group are your sidekicks. But sometimes those sidekicks are a bit too eager to stab you in the back. Subscribe, comment, share and all that, you know the drill. And I just might gi