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[Group][Solace]: I’ve 3-manned this with Morag and Bjorn a bunch of times
[Group][Orcarella]: you must kick a lot of randoms
[Group][Solace]: No, no, we fly in the door
[Group][Ialdir]: Omg retro
[Group][Orcarella]: Um why19
[Group][Solace]: It’s fun
[Group][Ialdir]: Omg crazy
[Group][Ialdir]: Having fun in the game
[Group][Orcarella]: right, lets do this
[Group][Orcarella]: Ill turn him to face the back wall
[Group][Orcarella]: Ialdir you’re on rocklings
[Group][Solace]: Let me switch to Glory
[Group][Solace]: It’s got slightly better DPS
[Group][Ialdir]: You know what else is really good DPS
[Group][Solace]: Bjorn
[Group][Ialdir]: *cries*
Drew carefully put what was left of his Dr Pepper out of harm’s way. He caught a glimpse of the time on his minimap and realised they’d been in the instance for over half an hour. Normally, he could blitz this place in twenty minutes, and it still felt like forever.
And, shit, he was meant to be meeting his mates for the £5.95 lunch deal in the Slug and Lettuce down the road. Well, it was only the pub, he could be late. They’d take the piss, but, hey, what were friends for?
He checked his buffs, made sure Solace had mana, and ranstraight for Pyrite’s crotch, dropping CoC somewhere under his big toe. He strafed round, and Pyrite wheeled after him, waving huge rocky fists and paying no attention to the arrows thunking into his gold-encrusted arse. It was a pretty straightforward fight most of the time, and Ella had nothing to do except swing her maces at the boss’s knees and occasionally get slammed on the head.
Now that Drew thought about it, tanking wasn’t exactly a dignified role a lot of the time. He basically spent his evenings staring at a series of monstrous packages and being chewed on by irate minions. Unless it all went wrong, and then he was running around like a headless chicken right up to the point where he dropped dead.
But things were a bit more tense with only three. Every so often, Pyrite would stop and encase a member of the party in something called Fool’s Gold, and they had to be broken out by the DPS.20 Since Ialdir was the only one there who could do anything remotely approaching damage and Drew had to keep the boss against the wall in case his cone attack squished the whole party, sometimes it was up to Solace to smash Ialdir out of a rocky prison. Which was bad for Ella’s health and Drew’s nerves.
But the most progressed casual guild on the server triumphed in the end, and Pyrite slowly collapsed into a pile of rubble, dropping a pair of bracers that would have been useful a tier ago and a set of spiked knuckles nobody had ever wanted.
[Group][Ialdir]: GJ team
Solace ran past him, jumped into the giant’s body, and vanished.
[Group][Solace]: Weeeee
[Group][Ialdir]: That looks so wrong
[Group][Solace]: You don’t know what I’m doing in here
[Group][Ialdir]: Please exit the boss corpse in a calm and orderly fashion
[Group][Orcarella]: Does she always do that
[Group][Ialdir]: Not always
