I just had a pretty bad one.
I'm playing Final Fantasy X, and I'm at Spoiler: Braska's Last Aeon/Jecht and my characters are fairly weak as I've just been running through the game as fast as I can. I come in with all the Aeons in overdrive, all my characters in overdrive, and I just go all out from the start using all my character's overdrives. Well, I wasn't thinking this through well enough because while I used Yuna's overdrive last with the Magus sisters, their overdrive did about 15,000 damage more than needed. So I need to inflict 120,000 pretty fast because my guys can't take any punishment. I summon every single Aeon I have, all with overdrives except Yojimbo, and the Magus sisters, just going down the line. Valefor 20,000 damage, Ifrit 9,999, Ixion 9,999, Shiva 13,000, Bahemut 15,000, Anima 30,000. It's in the range of about 100,000 and I'm looking pretty good. So I call Yojimbo in, pay him one gil and he does about 7,000 damage. I can feel the victory coming. Yojimbo dodges the next two attacks and his overdrive guage is full. I need a 9,999 so bad right now so I just give him about 50,000 gil and as most FFX players can guess, he attacks with his dog which does about 3,000 damage. Jecht gets an overdrive and kills Yojimbo in one hit, so I'm left with the Magus sisters who I'm saving until I get another overdrive with Yuna because two have 1 hp left, even though Sandy (the one with Razzia and does most of the damage) still has about 2,000 hp left. I figure I'm fine. He has about 20,000 hp left, no problem. Until he did two sword strikes in a row.....I almost flipped out, but I kept myself composed. Then again, I've had a boss kill my entire group with 5 hp left before, so I'm used to this kind of bullshit.
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One day an Englishman, a Scotsman, and an Irishman walked into a pub together. They each bought a pint of Guinness. Just as they were about to enjoy their creamy beverage, three flies landed in each of their pints. The Englishman pushed his beer away in disgust. The Scotsman fished the fly out of his beer and continued drinking it, as if nothing had happened. The Irishman, too, picked the fly out of his drink but then held it out over the beer and yelled "SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT, YOU BASTARD!"
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