“What an awesome key,” Xibs murmurs with flair, “What’s next on the list? What’s waiting out there?” “Everyone ready?” Abstergo calls out, Xibs hits “Yes” – no hesitation, no doubt. My shouts: “Feast? Oh no… I got nothing on me…” Xibs grins: “Grab some day-old bread – works just as nicely.” But Bobafettzor is missing, his spot still bare, “I gotta craft something – be right there, don’t despair!” No dungeon too wild when our pally-tank roars: “Big pull incoming!” – no one's prepared, of course. Abstergo tanks like forged from adamant steel, Pulls mobs like magnets – that connection is real. If someone drops, Xibs goes: “Get up, you scrub!” And smirks at the mob, not wasting a blub. Xibs heals the crew, sharp as a fox, Totems drop – then BOOM, a healing shockbox. We are the Rügenwalder Squad, with the gold and with the flair, We take on every big pull – too much? We don’t care. We’re chasing 3K rating – the journey ain’t the goal, We run through these keys – that’s how we roll. Bobafettzor leaps in, eyes on Meta mode, Demon blood flows – bosses feel the load. “I’ll headbutt you, that’s a promise,” he grins, Get too close? No peace – just sins. My grips the enemies, a pull here, a kick there, “I’ll grip you in no time, you puny nightmare!” His laugh is ice-cold, but when he strikes, You’re face-down in dirt – no honor, no likes. Then suddenly Mei, with a furrowed brow: “Did Blizzard change something? Feels different somehow…” Hericora with wings, lightsaber aglow, “Who needs protection? Bubble and go!” She heals and she smites – with power and style, “Now, Holy Vengeance!” – the boss won’t last a mile. But then – freeze frame! – Heri’s stuck mid-fight. “Where are you?!” – “Got DC’d. Be right back, alright?” Abstergo smirks: “AFK-speedrun? That’s a new strat!” “Oops, I’ve got some friends!” – an echo from back, My growls: “Oh god… this is gonna be whack.” We are the Rügenwalder Squad, with the gold and with the flair, We take on every big pull – too much? We don’t care. We’re chasing 3K rating – the journey ain’t the goal, We run through these keys – that’s how we roll. Big pull’s the call – Abstergo leads on, Bobafettzor jumps and the mobs are gone. Hericora was too fast – once again, Now she’s down and running back in pain. Xibs rolls his eyes with a sigh so deep, The pull went bad – the group’s in a heap. My begs for repair gold like a squire so small, Xibs mutters: “Ah H, time to try something wild after all…” But no one gives up – new pull, same drill, The timer’s still good, and the wipes? Just chill. Interrupts hit like a perfect machine, Bobafettzor flies through like a demon king’s dream. Hericora snaps – a divine rage storm, My nods: “Okay – just no more freeze form!” We are the Rügenwalder Squad, with the gold and with the flair, We take on every big pull – too much? We don’t care. We’re chasing 3K rating – the journey ain’t the goal, We run through these keys – that’s how we roll. “What an awesome key,” Xibs murmurs with flair, “What’s next on the list?” – My smirks: “Don’t you dare… Anything but Brackenhide – that’s my nightmare!”
