User blog:Robobot1747/A Tale of Valor and Woe

Hail, traveler. Come, sip some mead as I begin my tale.

One dark and stormy night, I played a Nightmare match. Our party was a level 80 assault, level 100 assault, level 38 medic, and me, the level 42 heavy. We fought together, slaying the Savage Nightmarish Devastator and his minions, as we traveled to the hideous heart of the Zombie Pods map. And lo! what should burst forth from that twisted pod than the Nightmarish Savage Necrosis? The beast was strong, and felled many. I was forced to sacrifice my final Revive Token so that our mission might continue. On we battled, as each member fell one would rise anew to continue the battle. Even in our moment of triumph, the wily beast split into three deadly aspects, Physical, Chemical, and Thermal, and the battle begin anew. Soon after, a horrifying message appeared before my eyes: "Slow connection detected. You may experience lowered performance". "Dear me, what a terrible sight to behold," I said to myself. "But surely the party can go on even with me in my weakened state". (This was quite true, my contribution to the battle consisted mainly of taking a few potshots at the boss and then running like an illegal immigrant being chased by Donald Trump) But, horror of horrors, I was not the one slowed! My fellow party members were motionless! Some dark magic had trapped them in time as though they were flies in amber. "All hope is lost, I am surely doomed," I said to myself. I went in search of my foes to die in glorious combat against them, and then I saw something beautiful, as though a gift from the gods. This foul magic had not merely ensnared my friends, but my foes as well! The aspects were trapped in an endless loop, charging forth only to be pulled back. Hope filled my heart as I readied my Proposition and began to fire. Many minutes passed, and about 10,000 rounds were fired, but eventually the last aspect fell and their treasure was mine; three Nantonium strongboxes, shining golden in the dim light. My heart filled with anticipation and greed, I thrust back the lids only to discover a [RED] 7** trooper vest with heat resistanT, a [RED] 6*** ronson 55 with skeletonized, and a [RED] 6** dragonfly boots with machine assisted. I dropped to my knees, raised my fists to the sky, and screamed at the top of my lungs, "NANOTROLLIUMS!!!"

So that's the story about how I soloed the final boss of a high level Nightmare Mode game and got screwed by Nantoniums.