Post by Majin Meringue on Jan 27, 2024 19:00:48 GMT -5
"RAAARGH!" Meri hurled her headset at her monitor and stormed out of her room. You had to be a World of Warmongering player to understand how frustrating what she just went through truly was. All week, she prepared that raid with her guild, respecing her priestess' skills to get the perfect combination of buffs and healing going on for her party. On top of that, she even borrowed Jinx's credit card to get the in-game currency she was missing to buy the "Staff of Hyera", the one item her build needed to be optimal.
Then why in the hell did they lose that raid against Yog Maron, the great old one of the primordial sea? The answer was simple: The DPS players who Meringue was supporting did jackshit, nada. This was particularly frustrating given how the yellow Majin really tried her best during that dungeon raid; apart from the conniptions building up behind the screens as she witnessed her party's health dwindle to zero, her gameplay was flawless.
Then why...?
"TEAMMATES SHUCK!!!" Screamed Meri at the top of her lungs from the apex of the Nova Tower where she sought refuge, her booming voice losing itself in the distance to mingle with the constant cacophony of Lux. Dispirited, the tubby Majin stood at the eaves of the skyscrapper's roof, her shaky figure curling up in a little ball that wished nothing more than to disappear. Meringue hugged her legs tightly against her face, trying her best to hide away the tears that were slowly creeping their way down her cheeks.
"We'll get 'em nesht time..." She murmured, unaware that her day could, in fact, get much, much worse than what it already was...
Indeed, a predator was making its way toward her location with the intent to kill. Who could this insidious threat be?
Yangcong, the most reviled man in galactic history.
Then why in the hell did they lose that raid against Yog Maron, the great old one of the primordial sea? The answer was simple: The DPS players who Meringue was supporting did jackshit, nada. This was particularly frustrating given how the yellow Majin really tried her best during that dungeon raid; apart from the conniptions building up behind the screens as she witnessed her party's health dwindle to zero, her gameplay was flawless.
Then why...?
"TEAMMATES SHUCK!!!" Screamed Meri at the top of her lungs from the apex of the Nova Tower where she sought refuge, her booming voice losing itself in the distance to mingle with the constant cacophony of Lux. Dispirited, the tubby Majin stood at the eaves of the skyscrapper's roof, her shaky figure curling up in a little ball that wished nothing more than to disappear. Meringue hugged her legs tightly against her face, trying her best to hide away the tears that were slowly creeping their way down her cheeks.
"We'll get 'em nesht time..." She murmured, unaware that her day could, in fact, get much, much worse than what it already was...
Indeed, a predator was making its way toward her location with the intent to kill. Who could this insidious threat be?
Yangcong, the most reviled man in galactic history.
PL: 53,000 (Meringue is in her Base form.)
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Impossible Recovery [1/1], Raw Talent [2/2], Regeneration [1/1], Steaming Mad [1/1], Tenacious [1/1]
Passive Items: Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Battle Items [2/5]: Battle Armor [1/1], Sage Staff [2/2]
WC: 312
TWC: 312
UT used: N/A
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Traits: Impossible Recovery [1/1], Raw Talent [2/2], Regeneration [1/1], Steaming Mad [1/1], Tenacious [1/1]
Passive Items: Dyno Capsule [1/1]
Battle Items [2/5]: Battle Armor [1/1], Sage Staff [2/2]
WC: 312
TWC: 312