Oh right, of course, strikethroughs. Good heavens! Please tell me it wasn't all Jurassic merch! I didn't get a credit card, I prefer cash of debit. I like spending too much to have a credet card. XD
And the fact I typed it. No, it was 90% car stuff. I'm the proud owner of an '08 Ford Focus. Mine is both.
Yeah totally. Oh, okay. Well at least your not feeding your obsession. 1808? Kidding kidding…… Ah, ok.
-last edited on Jun 26, 2018 19:20:51 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Jun 26, 2018 19:20:03 GMT
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I pulled myself out of my deep blue funk the next day, when I decided to test my new moves out. I simultaneously discovered that there was a totally new level this week that I had yet to even peek at.
It was a giant middle-earth battle recreation, a weeklong event, a thousand-user fight of elves and men against humans, whilst Sauron walked around swiping at people with a giant mace. Yeah, that battle.
I had a spur of the moment insane inspiration, and did a group-post to the Jurassic hub users.
TheGreatCon: Going 12 hours straight on the big battle. Join me when you can.
And I portaled in.
For this level there was an entirely separate leaderboard chart, just for the week. It had orcs killed, and also one for orcs killed CONpared against spawns. I didn’t figure I’d top either, but this was a good way to finally do some good ol’ grinding, trying to build up my skill set.
My first couple spawns I didn’t do too great. I had a few good moves up my sleeve, but I still was slower than the fluid figures of the orcs who streamed at me.
But with the arrival of z-whales and waffleboy, things got better. Most of the gang came and went throughout the day, dropping in to play with the group. I picked up a bow early on, and switched to sniping, which I discovered I wasn’t half bad at. I found I could “zoom” with my elf eyes, and that helped immensely.
Now, when I said 12 hours straight, that disregarded a couple quick meal breaks and a few to use the restrooms, which surprisingly still functioned in the old warehouse. Somebody had forgotten to turn off the plumbing. The electricity still worked on half the thing too, which was super weird.
Slowly my kill count mounted as I ran amuck on the battlefield, acting as field commander for my ever evolving group. I recognized a few faces, but some were new, friends of the originals, or just hanger-ons who recognized my username.
The battle moved sluggishly from stage to stage, this thing had to last all week, after all! I finally logged off, letting an orc triumphantly chop down my sombrero-wearing minifigure.
By the end of it, I had been getting insanely good. I could gauge and orc’s speed and take pot-shots, or fire through the ranks of my defenders when the fighting pressed close. If it hadn’t been for the gang, I would’ve gotten nowhere. So hence they got half the credit for the fact I ended in 17th in total kills, and 5th for kill count to spawns.
Nah, It's too late. You've probably slept since then. You're probably chipped by now, if your lucky you might not have a satellite yet. Your best bet is to fake you meant nothing by it.
Good heavens! Please tell me it wasn't all Jurassic merch! 
No, it was 90% car stuff. 
Oh, okay. Well at least your not feeding your obsession. 
You've probably slept since then. 
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