Day 173 of my “Journey of an Eorzean Lifetime” and I’m back in Eureka Pagos for some proper community shenanigans. Before we even touch the snowfield, we do what we always do: lock in for the gamber. The warm-up gamble goes about as well as you’d expect (reverse psychology definitely works, surely), then we throw chat’s “winning numbers only” into the big gamble and… yeah. Deflated. But it’s fine. It’s always fine. We just pretend it was a setup for next week. After that, it’s Pagos time on Light / Zodiac, grouping up with the crew and doing the actual work: FATEs, challenge log farming, and trying not to get from-the-top-rope’d by anything that looks remotely spicy. We bounce between bears, crocs, sprites, and Ashkin while the weather flips, the instance fills with squads, and someone inevitably Returns into a mob pack and gets deleted. Classic. We also push the Pagos story along with Krile, talk proto-etherites, and I get reminded (again) that primals simply do not know when to quit. Takeaway: Pagos is still Trixie, party level ranges matter, nighttime farming can be huge for logs, and FFXIV remains an RPG-first MMO—if you’re here to skip story and sprint to “endgame,” you might be playing the wrong game.