My First Boss Hunt
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Well, after playing this silly game for damned near five years, it dawned on me that perhaps I should consider trying out the more difficult aspects of the game. As someone who stays fairly focused on skilling and working my precious abilities up to ever higher levels, I've never really been one to seek out danger. Those are deeds for the fast clickers and youthful folks. I'm not one to try to kill other players (and get my head handed to me in the process), or go out and risk certain death killing the biggest baddies the game has to offer. At least, I wasn't before today.
I'm not sure what prompted me to take on the General. Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps morbid curiosity. I've never really felt the need to go out and try to kill the GWD Bosses; in my trials through the slayer skill I earned plenty of coins to buy whatever I felt I needed (which, in large part due to exceptionally tight purse strings, is not much at all). I believe that my Shattered-Heart driven exodus from pure grinding has given me lots more free time, which I like to doddle about enjoying.
Off to Graador the mighty! Big and strong and scary, or so I'm told. After watching roughly 19 hours of youtube videos featuring people solo'ing the boss to annoying, teen-angsty music, I felt ready. After all, my skills are all certainly sufficient. My equipment puts me in the running. Why shouldn't I enjoy some boss hunting?
The Dungeon itself is something to which I am no stranger to. I geared up; mostly Barrows armor with my SGS, some sharks, extreme pots, prayer pots, and a tele tab. I prayed-range as I sprinted to the rope. As I was getting my backside gnawed on by some exceptionally ravenous wolves, it dawned on me:
Good job, dummy. No hammer.
Balls. Home tele! Hammer grab! Trollheim! Lather, rinse, repeat. I go down the rope and sprint far north to where I see everyone go. Hobgoblins here, and nothing else. Perfect! I spend my time building my kill count and using SGS specs to rebuild my lost hit and prayer points. Excuse me... constitution points. Yuck.
After pulling together 40 Hobgoblin kills (and a lovely ranarr seed, thankyouverymuch), I'm off. I run through and GET CREAMED BY EVERYTHING PAST THE GONG. Perhaps I should equip my Ancient Mace before entering next time. Smart, Storm. Smart.
Into Graador's bedroom, and I'm scrambling and panicky. Will I be able to eat in time? Can I heal up and get prayer flicked on? Will I have time?
BAHAHAHAHAH!!!
No one told me how packed these places are! After entering Graador's room, I found a load of much more organized, experienced adventurers. They've got those fancy curse prayers over their heads (the stuff I can't do), and I realize that I shouldn't be here. "Non-lootshare", an experienced friend advises, and I comply.
And I worldhop to a non-lootshare world, where I find another level 137ish person with a Unicorn and some crazy prayers on. And I hop again.
And I hop again.
And I hop again.
The cruelty of this situation reminds me of how much I disliked the Easter event. Finally, after 10 or so worldhops, I get my OWN GENERAL! Graador is mine, and I am off! I toggle on my quick prayers (protect melee and piety), sip up my potions, and get smashing. I chew through Tuna Taters like crap through a goose, but it's okay as down goes the Big Fella. Once he goes down, all his little minions aren't so tough anymore. They beg for mercy. I give them none.
That was wonderful! So much fun, even for a very mundane drop. I gather my gear, set up for the next kill, and breathe deeply. I did it!
And moments later, in pops another adventurer, a level 138 with a pretty pony and those crazy prayers. He sips an overload potion (which I cannot yet produce), and proceeds to do much more damage in a short period of time than I could fathom.
And with that, my one-kill Graador adventure is all but over. It was fun, but perhaps I'm just not cut out for all this mercenary business. The bosses are best killed by the more coordinated or experienced, and certainly best handled by those who are focused. I will leave them for now, as I head back to the wild lifestyle of a palace Ivy Trimmer.
We'll save those hijinks for the kids. I suppose there is a good reason I don't venture away from the routine of the mundane skillers.
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