Blaine
Cis-Het Oppressor
If I were ten or fifteen years younger, I might be dumb enough to try to hoe a row in this game. Hell, I only stuck around for longer than a few days because Dirk suddenly appeared in-game out of nowhere, attracted by the prospect of lizardmen. In a way, my first screenshot precipitated this entire little adventure.
If we could have logged in and cycled ASS on each pylon for just a few minutes per day, then there might have been a chance. Before anyone can really do that, though, they need dozens of ASS cards per pylon, and that wasn't gonna happen without a whole shitload of completely mindless, non-participatory grinding. It's an insult to real grinding to even call our next task grinding, since all we could really do is kamikaze into Borg cubes like assholes over and over again, day in and day out.
I do value this experience, though, because it's one I was missing—terminal, full-bore, metastasized F2P cancer-rape of a moribund old game, presided over by none other than Perfect World Entertainment, the EA of Korean-tier grinding and F2P shenanigans.
If we could have logged in and cycled ASS on each pylon for just a few minutes per day, then there might have been a chance. Before anyone can really do that, though, they need dozens of ASS cards per pylon, and that wasn't gonna happen without a whole shitload of completely mindless, non-participatory grinding. It's an insult to real grinding to even call our next task grinding, since all we could really do is kamikaze into Borg cubes like assholes over and over again, day in and day out.
I do value this experience, though, because it's one I was missing—terminal, full-bore, metastasized F2P cancer-rape of a moribund old game, presided over by none other than Perfect World Entertainment, the EA of Korean-tier grinding and F2P shenanigans.