Descent into Madness

The Ranger and her party waited for the Mad King to continue his speech - One they had heard dozens of times before. Halloween was coming to an end, and the price of Tattered Bat Wings was surely to rise! Where better to farm them than by grinding out the "Ascent into Madness" dungeon? And so here they were - On their 87th run in a row - hoping to get some of these precious grey curved golden delights whilst they still could.

A quick fight, some DPS, and down the platforms they fell. The poor Ranger was having terrible luck - Not a single wing since the runs started - But she felt this was the time! This time the chest would give the reward that all the members of the group so desperately hoped for!

Another quick fight, and down onto the last platform - Such a common routine - Jump, Jump, Wait, Jump, Jump... The same thing over and over...

THWACK - A miss-timed jump had sent the Ranger splattering against the rock causing an instant death. This was unexpected! No-one had died in so long! The routine was perfect!

In fact, the routine was SO perfect, no-one noticed the lowly Ranger calling for help in their chat-box as they DPS'd the final boss down... The monotony had gotten to them all... Numbed their minds to anything but the hope of a reward that they were all eager to get...

With the boss dead they ran to the chest, pressed F, and left the instance whilst the Ranger frantically tried to make her way down. She KNEW in her heart that this was the chest that contained the wing - She had been waiting so long for this reward! So close now - So close to the chest! Inches away - F, F, F!

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The instance had closed with the leaving of the party leader. Maybe they'll get a wing on the next run... Or the next.... Or the next... Or the next...