Looking at the quest log, I see I’m just about done with Balmorra. Finally. Even including the bonus series, which thrilled me not one bit. Why is Balmorra such a dull planet? Why does every Imperial officer have a cheesy mustache that I just want to rip off? Such questions were not meant to be answered.

Time to leave, I thought. To take my Bounty Hunter to ever-greater vistas. But wait… there’s just one thing left. No, not datacrons — I did those already. No, it’s my heroic quests. As in, all of them. I mentally kick myself for making a vow that I would do all of the heroics with this character, if for nothing else than just to be a quest completionist and get some of the nifty custom gear that comes with it.

But nobody’s grouping and BioWare’s still being an extremely pokey puppy in putting in some sort of useful LFG tool. Guess it’s up to me, then! How bad could it be?

A distant part of my memory howls at me in warning, but the words are lost in the wind.

“Anyone for heroics?” I type into regional chat. A few seconds later, two players answer in the affirmative. Excellent — off to a good start.

“LF1M for heroics,” I type again, then ask the group if they’d like to tackle a 2+ heroic while we wait for one more. One guy says fine, and he starts running over my way (none of us are level 25, the minimum for speeder ownership). The other guy starts grousing, “We can do such-and-such heroic with just three. And I’m *right here*.”

Inwardly, I sigh. Why can’t they just blindly follow directions? But I try to take the high road: “Okay, let’s do that then. We can at least give it a try.”

I start running over to him, unaware that the first party member totally did not catch that interchange and is still trucking to the 2+ heroic spot. Our characters probably see each other and roll their eyes as we cross paths.

I get to the heroic-4 area, only to notice that the first guy is all the way across the zone. “Why aren’t you over here?” I ask. “YOU TOLD ME TO COME HERE!” he yells. “Yeah but… read the chat log,” I supply.

He’s miffed. He doesn’t want to run back. “I don’t want to run back,” he says. “Is there a taxi near?”

“Yup, right around the bend,” I say, but that’s too far for his tired legs, or more precisely, his tired finger holding down the W key. Guy A and B start bickering that their desired quest is more important. He grouses some more and then drops the group.

Guy B is irked at Guy A and drops group. Nobody else responded to my general call.

Great. I’ve just lost 15 minutes of game time to babysitting and have nothing to show for it other than slightly elevated blood pressure.

I hate leading in MMOs.