Believe me, at first I was flattered. I saw all of these people getting booted or ignored, and people would seek me out from several zones away, willing to wait 30 mins or more just to have me in the group. My ego was so large it was about to burst. Now, however, I have a regular party of people I know will keep my fragile, healing self alive, and while I still appreciate the attention, it has begun to become grating.

As for being the supporter and not the supported, I like that role. Everyone and their brother is a black armored "damage dealer" these days (Read: Drk Knight and Dragoon because evil is cool). Being different is cool, because one doesn't need a scythe to survive in Vanadiel.