Sibelle: But I like soda! >;
Sanna: I like food better. Nom nom nom octopus breads. =w=
Dyaus: You can take the damn octopi, I'm sick of them in Behemoth!
Ibsen: *lying on the ground from going hardcore dungeon running* Uhhhggggghhhhhhh . . . . .
Jocasta: *all hyper and giddy* GAH! Black! Go back home! I want my G-3 Raptors! >o<
Why? Oh wait. . . That ONE mini boss, right?
Jocasta: Yes.
THAT one. I will pummel that thing to the ground! *fist pump* But I need my raptors!
Dyaus: Any mechanic without a decent G-Series or help is screwed with that mini boss. >___>;;;
Seifert: At least you have range to deal with him. I have to get close enough to hit the b*****d and that glyph circle that floats around doesn't look like good news.
It's not. It paralyzes you when you stand in it long enough. At least that's what I'm hearing about it.
Seifert: DAMN IT!
Going back on the train of thought. . . Spits are lazy bastards. >/
Dyaus and Jo: XD
Seriously, they just buff their bullets to high hell, sit back with a martini and then throw 'nades at people.