The clearing had grown louder as the minutes ticked down. Five minutes before the spawn of the final phase of today's raid.
Everyone was suddenly the best friend of everyone else, like French, German, and British men on Christmas.
Parties were huddled in tight circles, players patting shoulders, trading potions, giving pre-emptive buffs, tossing encouragements like confetti at a parade.
"You're gonna crit, I can feel it!"
"Don't die this time, idiot."
"Let's clear this and get to sleep!"
Even the shy newbies were chiming in, their timid voices weaving through the air like little sparks of light. It was the strange, feverish energy of people who knew they were about to die horribly, but wanted to go out smiling.
Raid were… Not this serious or intimate in the PC version.
As if being here, knowing that they can feel every inch of pain before having to create an entirely different character had put something in their heart.
