I decided to do all my future pic storylines here, even the small ones since 711 was so gracious enough to create this subforum for me ... after all, as the original
EU "Picture Storyteller" it's only the appropriate thing to do ...
Now on with my current adventure ... actually, it was my brother (Jetboy) and I who started off with the intention of doing a little team hunting. However, when I seemingly was doing better looting than my brother, he got a little pissed and took matters into his own hands.
I was quietly minding my own business,
trying to take down an Old Alpha Faucer when this happened ...
My brother said, that if mobs weren't going to pay
him, then
they were going to pay in a different way. OMG, he was outta control at that point, and it seemed that every mob we came in contact with was destined for doom. They didn't have a chance of escaping, especially with his aerobatics nonsense, which eventually caught on btw, so I can't totally fault him for his craziness ... it's in the DNA barcode.
One after another, more mobs got blasted and put into a state of confusion, enough to be disoriented so that damage was disrupted ... on their part of course ... and they went down in a dark cloud of explosive ca-ca that for sure rendered them dirty enough to take a bath in the nearest body of water, maybe even an acid pit, but that was after respawn of course. Jet said that if anyone finds "black-assed mobs" blame him.
Here are a few more pics of our handy work, and what kept us laughing our asses off all night, but it's more fun when you're there and in a crazy-ass mood to begin with. We're going to pull this on Moonie today when we get together, so there may be more pics, because we intend to do it after a mob-herding run.
This Feff just didn't know what hit him ...
A little artistic bomb-dropping by Jet ...
We both dropped a bomb on this unsuspecting Bull Old ...
Jet was playin' with an Atrox and Cow Guardian,
so I thought I would pay back my brother for blowin' up my mobs ...
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