This was back when the House C content just came out, every last faggot was playing an artificer (you know, the Mega Man rip-off with the robot dog and cannon arm) and every other faggot was grinding challenges for the best eckspees in the game AND ingredients to upgrade those alchemical/challenge weapon which (at the time) were OP as FUCK!
We're running TMA on Epic (there was no EE) for base alchemical items, and getting to it felt like the drop scene from Aliens: "we're the ultimate badasses, state of the badass art" etc. Group full of swinging dicks who obviously caked it before, and thought a caking was in the offing.
Team work makes the dream work, and we just didn't have the right stuff. Healers were focused on their friends, as opposed to the MVP's. Casters were trying to steal trash kills instead of clearing trash from either the healers or the people beating down crystals, etc. It was gross.
Dead nigger storage ensued.
Thankfully, the group managed to leave nothing but the two giant robots and Toven for the one guy who was on a pure ranger, third life, old school AA (with a 500 damage 20 roll crit + the crit damage) and I went all Juke Box Hero on those motherfuckers, jackhammered the living shit out of them, and took out Toven; single handedly.
Whilst I was laying down the smacketh, the departed were cheerleading from beyond the grave, typing my name into the chatbox one letter at a time, proceeded by a "gimme an "X" everyone would type "X" into the chat box, gimme a "Y", and a plethora of "Y" ensued, etc; until they spelled out my name several times.
/flex when Toven goes down like Meat-Head's wife because she feels she has no options other than suicide, and we collect out loots after much raising. I even pulled another alchemical longbow, which I planned on upgrading, but just took up bank space for many, many, fucking many years.
The End.
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