[originally posted 3/17/2015 12:13AM]

Can I get a wut wut?




We came.


We saw.


We got our faces stomped. A lot. By, like, every single fucking mechanic known to man.


Like Flame Breath.


And Gigaflare.


And Rage of Bahamut.


And Divebombs.


And Evil Eye.


And Megaflare.


And Teraflare.


And Akh Morn.


And Earthshaker.


And Tempest Wing.


And even the fucking wall.


But nothing is worse than hitting the enrage timer…


However, we fucking conquered, as documented by the latest addition to our team, Fizz, some stray we picked up.


(Like any typical homeless dude, he talks to himself. A lot. It's weird. We're weirded out by him. But don't tell him I said that…)



And as documented by your fearless narrator (and unfortunate subject of most of the gruesome videos above), Duress.


For our great pains and struggles (most of which deriving from some shitty scheduling snafus), we were rewarded with the best weapon ever.


Which is to say, a weapon for me. Because fuck errbody else:



Hooray! Another staff with taxidermied bats stapled to one end! GG, SQEX!


Oh yeah. Davos got pants. But fuck that guy.


Anyhow, congrats to Static 1:




We have two other Legit static groups working their way through FCoB now, both single-digit percentages from clearing T11 and proceeding to T12.


Pretty soon, all three groups will be dropping their keys into bowls for some hot swappage action.


JK, my dreams of spouse-swapping were dashed. Oh well? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯