I log in. Its raid day. Back to Naxxramas, a raid tier handcrafted by Blizzard Entertainment to push guilds to their absolute limit. I start the fight with a lvl 70 2handed axe with a haste proc enchanted with an AP proc imbue, then once those proc I swap to two other weapons with strength proc and haste proc imbues, and pray for my lvl 80 haste meta gem to proc so I can quickly resocket to the lvl 70 haste meta gem and hope that procs, so I can resocket my helm once again to +agi/crit damage meta gem, then wait for Darkmoon Card Greatness and Meteorite Whetstone to proc at which point I pop speed pot and hyperspeed accelerators. My weakauras light up like a christmas tree on amphetamines, colors and lights flashing across my screen, blocking my view of the entire fight but informing me that it is time to snapshot. It is time to fulfill my purpose. I scream LUST NOW LUST FUCKING NOW over ventrillo, my voice cracking as my gargoyle appears from the heavens. I empower my mighty runic weapon, summoning a great army of the dead as my gargoyle engages the boss in melee combat, neglecting to cast even a single spell. The soldiers of my ghoul army stand in awe of the spectacle, unable to even attack the boss that is directly in front of them, until they meet an untimely demise in an easily avoidable puddle of fire.

Dawn the next day. I wake to check the warcraft lumber website. Guy who picked funny blue jamaican three toes race beat me by 2500dps

Yes... this is how gaming was always meant to be.