I'm tired and frustrated after a few hours of getting bodied so here's a big dumb thing.
I had an interesting raid experience tonight.
After the oracles, I got Praedyth's Revenge, which I already had. I shrugged and intently dismantled it.
After we knocked the Templar into the abyss, I got it again. I laughed, but inwardly I was cursing.
Chest. Warlock bond. Gatekeeper. Shards.
We had continued flawlessly up until Atheon, where one person suggested we try to cheese out the hard version. I was the only sunsinger. I was level 27 and had never attempted to cheese before. It was close to an hour of massacre. In sympathy my raid-brothers said they didn't think it was fair for me to bear the burden of frustration alone and we returned to normal.
By this time members of our team needed to leave. Slowly our original group fell apart. Pick ups were added to fill the gap. Our teamwork and execution began to suffer. The fight dragged on.
After a total of three hours spent in the raid I was exhausted. I'd only gotten five hours or so of sleep the previous night and had already been tired throughout the day. The clock hands soldiered silently on to midnight. As it struck twelve I said to myself: I've had enough. I didn't think we stood a chance of finishing anytime soon with a group that was underleveled, exhausted, and haphazardly thrown-together.
Defeated, I bid the team adieu and retired to my bed with my tail between my legs. My eyelids were drooping, barely able to stay open, and I planned to fall asleep right away. In my mind I wearily began to make plans to somehow get picked up for another group at the encounter on normal, already dreading organizing a pick-up.
Then something happened.
In a flash, all fatigue left my body. My eyes opened unburdened and I sat bolt upright in my bed. In an instant, my fighting spirit suddenly flared bright and majestic like the light of the sun whose power I wield and I said to myself: I will not let the sun set upon me defeated. I am not going to sleep until I see Atheon destroyed.
I booted up the game. I logged into my awoken sunsinger. Their eyes, burning from within with solar light, looked straight through me, daring me to rise to the vault's challenge. I flew to Venus alone, praying my checkpoint had been preserved.
On the third attempt something within me clicked. The gears of my heart ground together and moved in perfect unison.
Two miniature suns burned the glass throne. I saw Atheon's unfeeling, alien face look at me blankly, almost quizzically, as it plunged downward, past the throne, into the abyss.
A moment later I saw the spoils of victory.
Chatterwhite. Atheon's Epilogue. I had both of them already.
I scrapped them both.