If I don't start paying attention, this whole thing is going to suddenly become nothing but babble about FFXI. Sorry about all this.
Tuesday evening, Ani and I tried to set up another Dem run. It was going really, really good, too. Her party, not so much, but in mine, I had a ranger, a summoner, a white mage (Nabiki), and a warrior/ninja. We were just looking for one more damage dealer. ...That was harder than it should have been. When we finally found one, campus internet killed itself. Twice. Finally, I'm back in for good, but then Nabiki leaves... Fortunately, I white age had earlier asked if me if I needed one, and so he was invited (very good for me that I could remember what his name was, since it was lost when XI crashed oO;). Then the summoner left. Then half of Aniko's party left. ...
We ended up with a less than stellar party. It'd still work, though. First level was, again, easy. No aggro, death... We get up to the second level and our black mage, who later joined our linkshell (he's the coolest black mage ever! ^_^), for some reason, can't enter the Memory Stream. Panic! Then, randomly, he appeared. ....
We found the Memory Receptacle and killed it, but Empty Seed (people could not grasp the "stay /away/ from the MR!") knocked me off into a pack of Empty and I died. grah...
They raise me (it was a fake MR, anyway) and we head for the second one. We kill it. Another fake. We go back again, and this time, when we kill it, the Stream appeared. We hit the third level. No aggro, no death. All good. (Three cheers for the entire party not dying! Especially since neither white mage had a scroll of reraise.)
Fourth floor. The rangers go to scout for the zone. One dies on the clear opposite side of the area. The other makes it back pretty close before dying. The black mage tractors him, one of the white mages raises him. But now we have to get to the other guy somehow. Aniko and I escort the mages. We have aggro almost immediately. She provoked it off and ran it away. We need up with another member of the group, who was alive, but stranded away from us. We head for the dead guy. We go along. There were half a million Empty between us and the ranger. >.<; The guy we joined up with dies, right near the ranger. We can't get over there. Can't even get close. Our red mage heads out by himself and actually succeeds in finding the zone somehow, but in the process of coming back, dies. (I seem to have a problem with constantly jumping into and out of present tense. It's aggravating). He dies with the other two. ...It's a pile of corpses. Around here, somewhere, I end up dead. I pull a lot of Empty away, but not enough. I get a raise and we try to head back. Our other white mage is trying to get to Aniko at this point, because we've been at this a while now and the threat of anyone's timer running out is very clear in our minds. I die again. The black mage dies. I die. .... We did keep the white mage alive the entire time, though, which was amazing luck.
Finally, another party came up around, and helped get the other party on their feet (everyone dead in the pile was from my party...) and, more by random flukes of chance than anything else, my party also manages to all get up and alive. We all made it to the zone again, though I've died five times by now. Our ranger was, I think, down to under ten minutes on his countdown, though.
Aniko, who's party was actually better than mine at this point, wanted to go first and, against my better judgment, I let her... They made it through.
My party heads in. Things are going good. The thing is down to half hit points, we're all still set for hp and mp, and we have an anima left to use.
....For no apparent reason, the white mage is suddenly attacked and no amount of voking can pull it off. No more white mage. There goes the ranger. There goes the red mage. There goes one warrior. There's the other. There goes Hisime. x.x Six deaths and another failed Dem run. We agreed to try again next Friday.
...I'd post pictures, but I have no means of doing so that works reliably.
Last night, I was somehow talked into doing the Windurst eco-warrior quest. We finally get three parties but, on the way there, people re stupid and attack a jelly. Of course, half the party dies. Several people just leave, even though we had a raise coming (stupid level 20 cap). One player whined a lot about how she had said we should all do the log out trick and bitched out the leader and left. (The log out is, when you log out, the cap is removed. In theory, if you log out in the area of the monster you need to fight and then log back in, the cap will be gone but you'll still be able to fight it. This theory is utter b/s, so don't listen to anyone who suggests it.)
Well... When we're down to nine people, we finally make it. A few people try the log out trick. We start the fight and, hey! They can't fight it, because it won't appear to them. Greaaaat...
So, I died again, though it was as a warrior this time and not on thief (thankfully. I don't really have the experience to die again on thief without falling to level 29). The entire group is killed and the leader disbands it. Everyone leaves but Aniko and me.
Our wonderful black mage friend, now running as a dark knight, starts to tractor us back towards the zone in hopes of a raise. It didn't seem like we'd make it, since we were far into the maze... Aniko homepointed and I was power-tractored. We got lucky and ran into a white mage on the way. I got a raise and we escorted another player out on the way.
I've been dying a lot lately.
I'm not sure why, but lately I haven't felt like writing anything. I was really into it about two weeks ago, and then, randomly, I just stopped. I feel like -blaaaaaah- and I'm not sure which is affecting the other. Do I feel bad because I can't write, or can I not write because I feel bad? If I can figure out what's bothering me, I can probably work it out and go back to being normal.
....I've also reached a strange conclusion. I feel no relation to my name. I mean, the other people who call me by my given name with any sort of regularity are my teachers. At home, we usually don't address each other by name; we just know who's being spoken to most of the time. None of my friends call me by my name - I've been assigned so many nicknames over the years. ...It's really weird to step back and realize that, even though that's technically you, you don't feel like it is.