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.
