Was looking through the other ass kicking thread and was dissapointed to find out I misread the title. So rather than accept that, I made the thread I thought I saw.
Here's my story. I have two versions.
For those of you who played on Alterac Mountains in BC: Mainepie. You know what I'm talking about.
For all others, there was once a ret pally who sadly no longer plays. He was a blood elf by the name of Mainepie and he was scary as all hell. Mind you, this was back when ret pallies were the most horrible class/spec ever conceived. We had known him for awhile and we all feared him, but one day, while in a heroic ramps group, we came across him and a level 64 resto druid at the summoning stone. There was another ally party there, so our group leader whispered one of them asking if they wanted to team up and kill him. So we all landed and attacked. 10 of us. And he won. Just him and this level 64 healer. We all hit the ground before anyone knew what happened. To this day I check my closet for Mainepie before going to sleep.