Last night was remarkable first and foremost because my static mate Darrian was finally allowed to stay connected for a full evening of play [thank you connectivity gods!].  This, in turn, allowed Darrian, Ardra, and myself to spend some extended time leveling.  Although I never truly forgot, this reminded me exactly why we static.

Each of us can play our role well enough on our own.  Darrian is a highly flexible player, and as a White Mage probably exceeds my own skill with the ability to adapt so that MP efficiency is always at maximum.  Ardra, likewise, has an intrinsic feel of how enmity flows and ebbs, and continues to make adjustments throughout each and every battle to maintain maximum damage without constantly stealing hate.

When we play together, our trio as a whole exceeds the sum of the parts.  Together, we are a force to be reckoned with.  Together we are riotous comedy troupe.  Together we are the incarnation of what social gaming is all about.

At one point in time, we got into the middle of a scrape that defines what Garliage Citadel is famous for — links.  Four in total to be exact.   Four links after making Chain #3.  An Incredibly Tough High-Def Beetle plus three Incredibly Tough Seige bats — which meant our Red Mage was at an extreme disadvantage trying to sleeping them because of their resistance to Dark magic.  We had no choice than to fight the entire mob simultaneously.

We should have wiped. Instead, we manage to work our way out of this spot and the whole experience was sublime.  We kept our humor.  We exercised solid tactics.  We were shining example of grace and teamwork.

I strive to be a humble person.  I understand that I’m [very] prone to making mistakes, and I take ownership them.  However, when I’m with Darrian and Ardra, humility is so hard to keep embraced.