Well, wasn't that fun? I'm still half-asleep (no coffee yet), but I don't think I'd've missed it for the world.
For those who weren't there: Just for giggles at around 9 Eastern last night, I decided to make an Arachnos Warrior toon -- just to see what the archetype was like, as I hadn't played one (nor a Widow) yet despite being eligible to for literally years. I ran the first couple missions, and was about to do the finale of the first real arc I was in (Fire Wire), when suddenly everyone on the Legendary channel at the time goes, "Redside action? Let's get in on this! No one ever plays redside."
And the next thing I know, I'm leading a merry band of psychopaths in a romp across the lower three Rogue Isles, including a Death From Below trial, a frame-up job of a bank robbery, and getting in on Dr. Graves' illicit little tournament, in which I meet the redside equivalent of Twinshot and her merry band. And may I say it appears that Dollface is just as hated as Flambeaux? We must get the two of them together some time.
All in all, we ended up running for some three or four hours, into the wee hours of the morning; I know I barely got to bed at 1:30 AM...
Anyway, people, I had a great time. We've got to do that again soon.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
For those who weren't there: Just for giggles at around 9 Eastern last night, I decided to make an Arachnos Warrior toon -- just to see what the archetype was like, as I hadn't played one (nor a Widow) yet despite being eligible to for literally years. I ran the first couple missions, and was about to do the finale of the first real arc I was in (Fire Wire), when suddenly everyone on the Legendary channel at the time goes, "Redside action? Let's get in on this! No one ever plays redside."
And the next thing I know, I'm leading a merry band of psychopaths in a romp across the lower three Rogue Isles, including a Death From Below trial, a frame-up job of a bank robbery, and getting in on Dr. Graves' illicit little tournament, in which I meet the redside equivalent of Twinshot and her merry band. And may I say it appears that Dollface is just as hated as Flambeaux? We must get the two of them together some time.
All in all, we ended up running for some three or four hours, into the wee hours of the morning; I know I barely got to bed at 1:30 AM...
Anyway, people, I had a great time. We've got to do that again soon.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.