In the past I have chimed in with a casual, laid-back opinion about low-level players in battlegrounds, specifically about how someone much lower level than the bracket cap can still play a part on the team with some good organization and planning. Bear in mind that I was merely a casual PVPer... I only did it for enough honor to "fill in the gaps" for what was primarily PvE gear. I never joined BGs until I was at least two levels from cap, but always thought that if another player wanted to join in at a remarkably low level that it was okay.
I'm playing on a different toon now, though, and this one will do nothing but PvP. I need a place to start with insofar as gear goes, so the Season 1 honor gear will have to do. It's a decent start.
But more to the point: the honor grind has been going well, and I'm really enjoying PvP. I can't really get into any premades, of course, as they all seem to require resilience, so I've gotta PUG it.
Last night we were losing Arathi Basin. Badly. And there came a time as I was rushing behind a group of PUGgers towards the blacksmith that I realized just why we were losing Arathi Basin...
In this particular case, three level 60s were charging into a cluster of 67-69s like mad, and were about as effective as enraged sheep. As the battle wore on I tried to pay attention to everybody's levels, and to round out our PUG we had level 62s, 63s, and so on... I was the only level 69. There was another 68 and a 67, but everybody else was below 65.
I couldn't understand... what exactly possesses people to play a battleground bracket when they are the absolute minimum possible level to get in, KNOWING that they are not really capable of putting up much of a fight against people seven or eight levels higher than they are?
I used to think that, hey, the odd low level could still do things like call incomings and such... but not when the entire group is comprised of them. Not when they refuse to guard flags or nodes, and simply run off every which way as if they're going to rain terror and pain upon the enemy and end up getting stepped on and squashed like bugs.
In summary: You were right. I was wrong. Karma is making me pay.
That is all.
