It’s video two of the Bronzeman Mode Creator Showdown, and the boys are absolutely cooking while I’m waking up late and playing catch-up, as usual. Day one and two were already stacked: Sick Nerd yoinks the Pharaoh’s sceptre, Pure Spam unlocks the dark bow, we get granite maul unlocked, Little Bro Dino pulls a tome of water and a dragon hunter crossbow… and I’m just trying not to get folded in multi. We send a quick PK trip, scrap around in Morty, and I’m doing the classic “I’m out of food, 5 HP, please hit something” routine. Then I finally do the adult thing and fix my account: prayer. I drag myself from 26 prayer to overheads (45), smash out Stronghold, Desert Treasure, Haunted Mine, and grab the accumulator so I can actually feel like a beast. Of course, the Wilderness is just Odablock and his squad living in my head rent-free—TB’d at rev caves, forced into panic, and then I’m getting dogpiled by random cave-dwelling teams posting their hashtag after it takes four of them to kill a level 59. But we bounce back. Ankous drop me 1.7m, I grind chins up to 70+ range, and I start taking proper fights—landing TBs, snagging a trident unlock off a level 103, grabbing black mystic, and banking whatever I can because I’m always broke. And yeah—obviously I don’t hate Oda… I just hate how he’s always exactly where I’m about to be.