In a world where the apocalypse has patch notes, one underappreciated healer must save humanity from a total party wipe In a world where the apocalypse comes with patch notes and character classes, Jackson Hale finds that being the best healer in his WoW guild counts for squat. Monsters are camping spawn points, the streets are on fire, and the tanks are nowhere to be seen. Talk about a wipe! But when a ragtag bunch of holy warrior tryhards calling themselves the Argent Crusaders drag Jackson's bandage-wrapped butt out of the graveyard, he gets a rez he never asked for. Congratulations, he's been drafted into the resistance as their numero uno healbot! Armed with nothing but his Holy Light, a crappy mana pool, and an endless supply of healer snark, Jackson gets to play a real-life game of "WHO PULLED?!" as he tries to keep the Crusaders from facepulling every mob in the city. But with great heals comes great responsibility, and Jackson must master his new skills or it's GG for humanity. From garbage gear to god-mode, Jackson Hale is in for the carry of his life. Can he level-up his abilities and attitude in time to save the world? Or will he rage-quit and let the mobs have their way with Fairchild and crew? It's a long road from noob to MLG, and the healer always gets the blame. But if Jackson can't git gud, then Azeroth help us all! updates when i feel like it, probably a lot at the start, later randomly never uploading again