The epic post that wasn’t.

I should be writing an epic blogpost about our eleventh hour triumph over Professor Putricide.  

It was set up so perfectly:

One unsuccessful attempt remaining before retreat?  Check.

Trash respawns 15 minutes before the raid was scheduled to end?  Check.

Twenty-five players eager to press on anyway?   Check.  (And much <3 to you for that, Surreality!)

All three tanks with glyphed taunts, to prevent another string of unfortunate late Phase 3 resists?  Sigh.  Check.

A near flawless Phase 1, with masterfully controlled starts and stops?  Check.

An even nearer-to-flawless P2?  Check.

Every single raider alive(!) with no slimes active(!!) going into Phase 3(!!!)?  Check.

The dramatic last second kill?  

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Try: our third sub-1% wipe of the evening (which would have been heartbreaking enough if an earlier attempt hadn't taken us within 28K lousy HP of a victory).  As Elamism points out, that's one kill shot. 

(Fucking hunters.  Do work!)

I love this fight.

But I hate it.  So.  Hard.

... Still, I'm not quite as discouraged as Stumpy.  Don't worry, Stumpy!  The Plagueworks is merely a setback.