Dynamis - Attempt 5
Okay, I don't give a good damn if I die anymore.
I'M GOING TO BEAT THIS DAMNED EVENT!
I mean, why do they even call this Dynamis?
They should just change the name to DySmithy.
You can burn me. You can electrocute me.
I'm going to get you one of these days.
Apparently, though, that day was not today.
I woke up with a new purpose. It was as if everything in the universe suddenly made a beautiful, terrible sense to me.
It was time.
Tearing my way though Yhoator Jungle, I grabbed Shaman and dragged him to get ready.
We were going to win.
The stark certainty of it was amazing. I could actually see it laid out before me.
Just closing my eyes, I could see a Paladin folding as my blade struck the final blow to his face. His face went slack as his name went gray.
Behind me Shaman was burning a Mithra to the ground.
It was beautiful. And I knew it would happen.
As we logged into Dynamis, I could actually smell the electricity in the air.
Literally. An alliance had just Thundaga III'ed a handful of orcs not far away.
The air was ripe with charred stupidity.
VanguardShaman>> Oh damn, man.
VanguardShaman>> What are we doing here?
VanguardSmithy>> We're getting revenge.
VanguardShaman>> I fear we may be getting dead.
VanguardSmithy>> When did you turn into a little bitch?
VanguardSmithy>> You can leave if you want to, Sally.
VanguardSmithy>> Where the hell do you think you're going?
VanguardShaman>> You said I could...
VanguardSmithy>> I lied.
VanguardSmithy>> Now, shut the hell up.
We didn't run.
Everytime we have ever run, we died.
We didn't hide.
Everytime we have ever hid, we died.
Instead, Shaman and I walked quietly across the area and gathered a small army.
Vanguard Hitmen, Necromancers, Armorors, and Dragontamers.
We were legion.
VanguardShaman>> What do we do now?
VanguardHitman>> He's right.
VanguardHitman>> Those Mages will light us up.
VanguardArmoror>> NO MORE FIRAGA III!
VanguardArmoror>> FIRAGA III BAD!
VanguardSmithy>> What the hell is with him?
VanguardHitman>> He's in shock.
VanguardDragontamer>> He got Firaga'ed.
VanguardDragontamer>> By a Galka.
VanguardDragontamer>> In a subligar.
VanguardArmoror>> SUBLIGAR NOOOOOO!!!
VanguardShaman>> That's just sick.
VanguardSmithy>> Poor bastard.
VanguardSmithy>> Let's use him as a shield.
VanguardHitman>> Uhhh... no.
VanguardSmithy>> Okay, okay.
VanguardSmithy>> You freakin' women.
I had a look around for something, anything that could help us.
And there they were.
VanguardSmithy>> Wait here.
VanguardSmithy>> I've got a plan.
They didn't see it coming.
Three cute little Goblin Statues waddle slowly into the middle of their alliance. Three sweet, safe little Goblin Statues...
Who suddenly summon six Goblins each to help them.
VanguardSmithy>> TROJAN HORSE, BITCHES!
VanguardSmithy>> KILL THEM ALL!!!
We tore through their ranks like a hot sword through torso.
All of their careful planning undone.
And then it happened. It was my dream.
I struck their Paladin in the face and watched his limp body fall to the ground.
Shaman was behind me casting Fire IV on a Mithra.
It was true.
We had won.
BlackMage1 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage2 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage3 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage4 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage5 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage6 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage7 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage8 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
BlackMage9 starts casting Firaga III on VanguardSmithy.
It seems dreams are not everything they are cracked up to be.
I had a dream shortly after that, too.
Shortly being about 7.25 seconds later.
I dreamt my skin had actually been turned into liquid fire and I was actually being cooked inside my own body.
Hey... wait a second...
THAT WASN'T A FREAKIN' DREAM!
I'm going to get you bastards. I really am.
I'll be the charred ruin of a Goblin that's pointing and laughing.