IT was a quiet night, the air was thick and heavy, likely due to us all being mouth-breathers. The thought of our nose being clear of crusty, hairy snot would sicken us with the smelly dishes not being done
We waited. That was part of our duty, to wait. And wait.
Then… DEN DE DENNNNN! The Epic Battleground pop-up came. A solid 16 players!
But there was something wrong, like a pilot who just didn’t feel right to fly that day. And so, we dropped.
It’s a mystery how the mind works.
Three, two, one… I always wait a few seconds. Like the fat kid that waits for others to line up at the ice-cream truck as to not look too desperate.
Sausages. My fingers were turning into sausages; i had to transition to ESDF from WASD, removing the A key, as i was pressing two keys at once. Sausage Fingers
snap, crackle, … POP. IT WAS OUR TIME.
Two Tanks, fourteen Heals. Ashran & AA up. For sure we had this; flasks, oils, web/shock items. But we felt, perhaps, it wasn’t enough.
One minute till we ride victory, a screech so loud i had to alt-tab and turn my volume down. A FROSTWRYM. So big and blue, to freeze-trap all that oppose us.
the Gates open and we ride. we arrive at RoC but no pugs to troll or stomp on.
The Enemy Pugs. They were frozen, like our brain cells we developed at birth. Frozen. Stuck. All the Enemy could do is wait beside their Troll King and curse at our Shenanigans