Welcome to Day 8 — the final push of Deadman Allstars with Team SMOrc, and I’m not even pretending I’m calm. The last week’s been a full-on roller coaster: massive highs, disgusting lows, and enough wipes to make you question why we do this to ourselves… but that’s DMM. In this one I’m basically solo for a chunk of it, trying to sneak sigils off monsters while calling bluffs, dodging people at the bank, and praying the other teams don’t decide it’s time to dogpile me when I’m down bad on spec weapons. We hit yet another breach with all four teams sniffing around the loot like sharks, and it turns into that classic DMM standoff: everyone clumped, everyone waiting for someone else to get the drop so they can get instantly deleted. We pick our moments, try to let monsters rag people down, and then it kicks off — we drop Dino, I’m lagging my head off, and I’m sprinting around like an idiot trying to yoink a trinket while getting frozen and chased. Later we send a God Wars play because I’m convinced someone’s camping Armadyl, and we actually pull some huge stuff (including an Odium ward) that matters going into the finals. Now it’s all about the 1v1s — and yeah, surely it can’t get any worse.