"Tank buster in five. Hello? Tank! Press your—goddammit!"

Raiding in MMORPGs really wasn't good for Tim. He'd get stuck being the guy figuring out strats and doing calls, then nobody listened, and he'd pop an aneurysm when they inevitably wiped. Then he got blamed for it, because of course, it was the healer's fault. It was always the healer's fault. Why did he play healer, again? "All right," he said, trying very hard to keep his voice level and calm. "We'll reconvene tomorrow. Please study the fight, guys."

After raid was done and the group call ended, he hopped into a private call with the one teammate he could trust. "Dude, come on," he grumbled, exasperated. "Why does nobody listen? I do everything I can to study up on the fight, teach people mechanics, do calls in advance, keep everyone alive, and I just..." Tim let out a long, shaky sigh, trying to calm himself. "I just want people to take this seriously. That's all I want."