The XP: Chapter 8

Blackout is alone, standing just outside the entrance to the Titian’s Fury dungeon. He has a pair of black goggles on and is furiously operating a remote control. The googles keep him from noticing at Stygian walks up and stands beside him.

Stygian watches Blackout gyrate with the controller for a moment before he spoke. “ You do realize it’s Christmas morning?” He asked.

“Of course I did, this is only going to be possible until the GM’s find out and hotfix it.” Blackout explained.

Stygian looked at the entrance to the dungeon. “Fix what?” He asked.

“Oh!” Blackout shouted suddenly. “Damn, that was close. Are the others here yet?” He asked, gripping the control tighter.

Bob appears on the other side of blackout. “We’re just waiting on Trart.” She replied.

Blackout grimaces as he toggles the controls furiously. “He better hurry up.”

As if summoned directly Trart faded into the game with a yawn. “Merry Christmas ass faces. Waking me up at the butt crack of dawn? It truly is a Christmas miracle.”

Blackout smiles. “And a Merry Christmas to you to Noob.” Trart flipped Blackout off. “Stop flipping me off Trart.” Trart was shocked and waved his hand in front of Blackouts solid black goggles.

Bob slapped Trart’s hand away. “So not that I am against spending time with you guys, but what is this all about?” She asked.

“I got my in game presents about an hour ago.” Blackout started to explain.

Trart perked up. “There are in game presents?” He asked.

Blackout nodded. “Oh yeah, This year one of them happens to be a remote control car. Which carries 100% permanent agro.” He explained.

Bob immediately put it together. “Programming error?” She asked.

Blackout nodded. “Indestructible, pulls and holds agro and has no usage time limit, yeah most likely a programming error. But their mistake it our Christmas miracle.” He finished.

“How does the car holding agro help us? It doesn’t have any ability to do damage does it?” Trart asked.

Blackouts smile went from ear to ear. “Nope, but the Winter Man Detector landmines do.”

Stygian looked at the dungeon door again. “How many did you put in there?” He asked.

“Just over a thousand” Blackout replied.

Trart shook his head. “Ok so you can blow up the first few trash mobs, big deal.”

Bob shook her head. “He drove the car through the entire dungeon, agro’d everything including the Titan King, and is leading them back to the front entrance room.”

Trart’s eyes got huge. “Oh,” His mental math for the value of the loot drops totaled and he got the same smile that Blackout had. “Please tell me we get to keep the loot.”

Blackout pulls his goggles off as the sound of one thousand landmines going off behind the dungeon door serenades their good fortune. “We get to keep the loot.” He replied as he lowered the antenna on his controller. “Merry Christmas everyone.” He greeted his friends as the explosions were only just beginning.