Guild Wars 2

A cold day like most others. The white powdered snow falling to my feet as I swept across the country side towards the southern towers. This is a regular mission for me, taking towers alone. It seems these days, not many can be found in our lands. Not many friends anyways.

I setup a catapult on the backside of the western tower, as usual. This is going to take a lot more supply. Quickly, with a sprint towards the camp to grab more equipment, I see Crystal Desert has gained control.

…and there is a Borlis Pass soldier.

I take out the pack mule, then proceed into the camp and remove their claimer. Now, with nothing but the random blind and ghost chains, I plunged a flag deep into the chest of this BP defiler. The camp is mine.

I grabbed up some supplies and headed out towards my catapult. Two more BP guys stopped me outside. The Guardian seemed to be confused, and the engineer was a bit small. I decided to take out the veteran first.

The two BP guys were running around swinging at images of myself. Illusions. That’s all life really is to me these days… just an illusion. I rush of adrenaline surges through me as I slam my flag into the engineer’s face. Always hated those Asuran. Pets, I call them.

I turn to remove the guardian, and it all goes black. I can hear what sounds like a thousand footsteps running over top of me… as my life fades away.

This is a day in the life of an eBay Mesmer.

Are you the female human mesmer I was chasing around CD’s hills earlier today?

What is this? I don’t even…

Did they at least defile your corpse with a cool finisher?

Sounds like you got what you deserved for mocking the proud asura race

You have me feeling creative. A day in the life of a Crystal Desert mesmer:

I didn’t have much time. Quickly, I logged in and entered Crystal Desert borderland. We had our garri, we had hills, the enemy held our bay. I decided to begin with checking the upgrade status on our wintry keep. As I passed through the intersection southeast of Askalion Hills, I found the enemy. Two or more crouching behind the bank, confronted by the volatile Toxic Alliance archer. Was it ebay, or was it BP? I don’t know, they’re all red to me. I had more important matters to attend, so I promptly stealthed away, up the hill. Cannons, my comrades had completed building cannons on our paper walls. I asked the quartermaster to please begin reinforcing the walls, and hired a second worker (I don’t know why I have to pay for another worker. She clearly should teach her worker to manage his time better). My next stop was Stargrove Mill. The volatile Toxic Alliance were at it again- this time attacking my dear supply dolyak. I massacred the toxic creatures, and sent the yak swiftly on its way. Entering the camp, supply 100/100. Gods! I thought, where are my comrades? Do they want our keep to remain paper forever? Once again, I pay a small fee to upgrade the camp and use those yaks to their full potential! Somewhere along the way, I responded to help retake our glorious bay, after which I saw swords on Hills! My Hills! “Is anyone at hills?” I ask the map, “on my way,” responds a fellow soldier. I enter the keep from the northern side.. I see the lord’s health falling, falling, “they’re at inner!” I exclaim. I run to inner to find two golems cowering next to the lord’s room, my servermates mid-battle. We finish them off, but of course, a mesmer happily prances away. Onto the wall she goes, lays down a port, and jumps away. “Get the mes! She laid down a portal,” I say. I followed her, and when I finally caught up she portaled herself back. Rats! I turn around, but she’s disappeared. I run around the keep, searching for the mesmer, and see my comrades chasing her below the bridge. I don’t know if we found her, nor whether we killed her. I had to leave, to return to the real world.

A day in the life of a Desolation Mesmer:

I killed stuff, then I died. I used WP, and killed some more stuff.

Being a HoD Mesmer is not quite so exciting. Since the enemy can easily discern that my mesmer is a bronze Legend they tend to want to run away from me unless they number 6 or more.

Theftwind.8976:

Being a HoD Mesmer is not quite so exciting. Since the enemy can easily discern that my mesmer is a bronze Legend they tend to want to run away from me unless they number 6 or more.

being HoD won’t be exciting until you once again someday fight a server with your coverage

we had a close match going until your morning guys turned everything paper. now the rest of the week is going to be one neverending karma train. meh

Why must eb always QQ on forums when they aren’t in 2nd?

a day in the life of a mag engineer, I killed some people, I trolled some people, the circle of gw2 life is complete,