Background: I’ve always wanted to pretend to myself that I’m not into bitching,
but after days of preparing myself to this task by drinking my home-brewery
alcohol known as “Memoirs Blanco” and listening to depressing music while
chanting old sailor rhymes, my mind had expanded to a needed level and I was
ready to conduct my experiment of whining about this famous tune. Here’s what
I came up with and I’m very proud of my accomplishment. Scientifically
speaking, of course.

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I don’t know what’s the coders’ plan for this hell that is “getting players to
make their own eq, while also preventing them from raping monsters a million
times,” but in my opinion, this wear & tear tune is not doing any good to
it. This tune will eventually remove some eq from the game and it encourages
players to make their own eq, but in the meantime, top players still rape
monsters more than ever. Why? Because, for some unknown reason, it’s hard
coded in the human brain that everything must be perfect, so if that leitbur
blade doesn’t have the word ‘AWESOME’ in its description, it’s considered to
be as good and needed as your fingers in my girlfriend’s vagina. Take a
condom, for example, do you want to use it, if it’s not shiny and lubricated
with strawberry flavour, wrapped in a brand new package that has instructions
written on it?

Everyone knows party dice is a bitch, and highbies know getting their desired
piece of equipment from badass monsters now, as you really need your name on
your stuff, is as easy as it is to convince Jenna Jameson to engage in normal,
healthy sex. When you finally get that show dog amulet with your name, will
you use it? Of course not, because it might lose shape in combat someday in
the future, so you better kill that monster 20 times again, until you dice a
backup version in case your beloved word ‘AWESOME’ is forever lost to the
previous piece. I can’t really explain this behaviour, but it must have
something to do with mankind’s roots of hunter & gatherer retards.

So, now you have 2 pieces of the same equipment, and a third one without your
name (yeah, the one that already lost shape while you took it from the chest
for id, on buyers request) stored in a lockless crate in an Orion city room.
You might sell that unnamed one on sales channel, but will someone buy it for
a price that actually compensates the time and effort you’ve spent in getting
a replacement with your name to it? I’m not telling you.

Although I realize my hope of not getting flamed, or that someone even
remotely understands what I’ve written above, is as good as the hope of John
F. Kennedy to think the bullet hole in his head in Dallas would be taken care
of as “only a flesh wound,” I say this in conclusion: I want my self-made
amazon gloves to be a trophy, not a consumable, so I only kill Opal so many
times until I have my eternal lasting piece of equipment and then move on… to
Lily! No, wait, Opal insta-popped, I kill her first. Otherwise, this wear
& tear tune is ok, I guess.

Oh yeah, and I don’t even know whether or not named eq loses maxcond, just
wanted to whine anyway.

::Mingray

P.S: Thank you all who constantly ruin the dodge staff quest right after boot,
even though you most likely don’t need the stick yourselves. Please, continue
to do so, as I don’t even lower myself to running to the area anymore to see
if my dying dream of ever completing this fun solo quest would come true. Keep
your fucking staff.