[GM]Dave Vs. The NMs - Vol. 3Alternate Title: "Play That Funk Music, White Boy."
I'm not sure what possessed me to do it.
I was never a really big fan of Bard. Wow, you run into battle and instead of grabbing a sword, you decide to break out some tunes.
Congratulations, you're an iPod with legs.
But, for some reason, I decided to level Bard for a while. The job seemed more challenging than your average melee job and I figured I should at least give it a try.
Also, I figured this would be a great first step to my new rap battling career.
Now, starting out on Bard wasn't that bad. Play some songs, have some fun. You know, normal stuff.
Then I hit 17.
Every Bard reading this just went "Oh..."
I'm not an elitist when it comes to gear. I'm really not. As long as people are wearing even adequate gear, I'm usually pretty understanding.
But for my own character, I like to have the best of the best. It's just the way I am.
So hitting 17 on my Bard presented me with a problem. I needed a Monster Signa.
I didn't have a Monster Signa.
I also didn't have any money.
So, I'm stuck camping Hoo Mjuu the Torrent...
While not as depressing as the Dunes, Giddeus has far fewer people. Far, far fewer people.
If you do a search of Giddeus, here's the people you'll find:
15 people camping Hoo Mjuu
3 people farming Yagudo Necklaces
1 retard who is lost
This means that, at most, you'll only have 4 people to talk to.
Unless you speak Chinese...
Fortunately, my dislike for people makes this a great selling point.
I spent a little over a week camping this bastard. Each day was kill the placeholders, wait. Kill the placeholders, wait. See Hoo Mjuu pop already claimed. Sigh. Kill the placeholders, wait.
My inate stubbornness kept me from quitting. I refused to be beaten by some silly NM.
And each time that I managed to get claim, I would sit there with bated breath, fingers crossed, only to have my hopes dashed.
But, no. I would not be beaten.
I could not be beaten.
So, I camped and camped and camped...
Finally, on my last day is Giddeus, I looked around to find a most wonderous, amazing phenomenon.
I was the only one camping Hoo Mjuu at the time.
Then, as if reading my mind, he popped directly in front of me.
I easily got claim and then went to the slow work of taking his life points.
As they began to dwindle, I prepared myself for the impending disappointment. I knew it wouldn't drop, but at least I would be ready.
And then, Hoo Mjuu died at my hand.
You find a Monster Signa on Hoo Mjuu the Torrent.
You obtained a Monster Signa.
It actually dropped.
My hard work had finally paid off and I sat in front of my computer cheering.
I went back to Windurst, changed jobs, and equipped my pretty new Signa.
That's when I realized something. Something that had not occurred to me as I spent day after day camping.
I don't even like playing Bard.
As a matter of fact, I hated playing Bard.
Why in the hell did I even camp this thing in the first place?
What the hell?
I don't see anything wrong with spending seven straight days playing a game.
That's just how we roll.
But to spend seven straight days you could have been playing instead sitting in one spot trying to mash macro keys before the other guy mashes his...
That shit is just crazy.
No thank you, sir. Not for me. I swore that I would never do something that stupid again.
So, I was camping Stroper Chyme...