Comrades, gather round.
Allow me to regale you with a true tale of legendary heroism and master warriorship.
It was Wednesday night, well technically Thursday morning, and I was teamed up with my good buddies @handsomecam @AncientBelgareth @Beatrix and TheBaconator . We had a free slot for whatever reason at that time and the random we got was a Japanese Boldur.
Can’t recall his name, but he was the best Boldur I’ve seen. At first we thought he was just oblivious and suicidal, but that was NOT the case.
He just started running around, Mask hoarding, not turning in, scrapping with every enemy he ran into, doing damage / getting kills, AND ALWAYS SURVIVING AND GETTING AWAY TO DO IT AGAIN!
We all just followed him around and body guarded / healed him as he bravely ran from one fight to the next.
We all died multiple times defending him, taking the enemies down with us.
Honestly, though, I don’t think he even cared or wanted / needed our help.
This guy knew how to survive.
I don’t know what gear he was running or what but damn!
The whole time we are just cracking up on mic as we beg him over and over again to PLEASE BOLDUR YOU MADMAN TURN IN YOUR MASKS!!!
Finally, in the final minutes of the match, he goes to turn in, finally.
Turns in almost 400 masks, enemy team has about 470 in, so we manage to collect and turn in 500 with the enemy ending up at 492.
The Boldur left after the match and we never ran into him again, but I will never forget him.
Mad respect for Boldur The Legendary Lone Samurai.