So I finally leveled.
I groaned and moaned and sighed at the 750 white pots I have sitting in my inventory, mocking me. But I did it. I took level 49 and puched it in the mouth. Or, something like that.
I’ve been, since level 39, PQing. That’s 10 levels of the pots, the annoying people, and the constant rushing due to the mysterious ticket that seems to always dissapear.
I am the archer, I arrow bomb all the bloctopuses and summon all the golems-at the spam requests by my party- so I can proceed to whack them to death with my bow.
However my PQ days are not all monotonous, they’ve had their moments:
everyone getting warped to the second room in stage 2; getting the code 12345 and 56789 on stage 8; seeing my team get a newb to commit suicide by telling him he had to kill the golems in order to move on; the CONSTANT arguing between that party member that’s just a total jerk; trying to jump the pass back up on to the platform at boss; and getting a quick screenshot of the keys in your inventory before hastily dropping them for the leader.
I’m tired of PQing now, but I’m sure when the days are over, I’ll miss it.
But until then, all I can do is stare at my level 49 and salivate over level 50. Paw at the screen when I look at the equips I bought what seems like AGES ago, and run around half naked with a cape, boots and pig headband because I’ve grown tired of my clothes.