In the wise words of Homer Simpson: "You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, 'never try.'"
It's currently 15 hours into 's #poecomp - The Path of Exile Hardcore Race! - and here I am, removing the towel from around my neck and heaving it into the ring before I sullenly waddle into bed and sleep away the second half of the race.
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I'm too old for all nighters. Weak. I know. To be fair, I've been awake since 3am because a cat-chasing child stampeded down the hallway with elephant feet. And I've been belligerent most of the day because lack of sleep. Also heat. Ugh, summer.
Anyway! I hereby dub this Metamorph league The Heart Attack League, for if I were of weaker heart, body and soul, I may have literally carked it during this most prestigious event. π That difficulty curve! It, uh, definitely upgraded a bit since the last time I played.
I began with this lovely Ranger, aptly named Kaelci.
And I'd just like to note here that I still have no idea how people level up so fast in this game. This guy reached level 43 while I was a mere 12.
One day I'll learn these mad, mystical ways. One day....
So. Heart Attack League!
After nearly having my chest explode during the Siren, and then once more when it rained spiders down upon me at the Weaver's nest, I at last made it to the top of the pyramid...
When....
πΆ She tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it didn't even matterrrrr π΅πΆπ€£
I'll be honest. I was horrified. I'm sure my digital e-tears were delicious to all those who sensed the outpouring. There was definitely a disturbance in the Force. Pretty sure I heard cackling all the way from Adelaide. π
So, in response to this most grievous death, I decided to return to my roots and make a Witchy witch. Named SeenNotHeard. Because during this part of the day I agreed with the elderly. I was shaking my metaphorical walking stick around, shrieking, "Get off my lawn!" and demanding that all humans who were not myself be Seen and Not Heard.
In fact, they could be Not Seen and Not Heard.
I know. I'm awful.
Path of Exile is serious business.
The Witch didn't last long.
Despite knowing the sudden rise in challenge the bosses now offered, apparently I wasn't adequately prepared for the Siren's evil... and after another near-heart-attack, the Witch succumbed to the void.
It was at this point I remembered what I wrote in my last Path of Exile post. That I wanted to finish this competition with a Ranger still alive.
So.
I made this. π
Level One But Alive XD
As I was now in a jolly mood, I loaded her up and then swiftly exited. Then made a new ranger I would actually play. All the names I wanted were taken. Naturally. That's always the way of things. So I started to be a bit silly with my naming techniques.
Arrow to the Knee was taken.
So I named her Arrow to the Kneezone. Thank you, Skyrim.
I was actually feeling pretty confident with her! I surpassed my First Ranger, reached level 33, was about to turn it off and rest easy with a somewhat levelled character.
When....
I made a mistake.
It was an orange named treasure box.
I had never seen an orange named treasure box before.
I was curious... too curious.
Now I know better.
Never click the orange named treasure box.
You'll literally die in a fire.
Dear fellow competitors,
I hope my tears sustained you. May the fiery corpse of my most esteemed Ranger urge you onward and may you be glorious in your battles!!
Good luck!!