Frustration, anguish, the feelings of dread.

All of these plagued my mind while I was working my way through Baldesion Arsenal during 4.5 working with my fellow peers, planning with 48 others to meet up in Hydatos to plan our raid. I've met many a people, some hardened vets, others fresh and unaware, and my favorites the ones with a beating desire to clear.

I went through BA for almost two months, working with people, joining my own little clique and gradually making my way through the dungeon. I saw many a people get knocked out as we made our way through facing the bosses that made their lair.

However the experience that gave me the resolve I needed was getting to Demi Ozma. I was determined and assured myself I would clear it this one night. We were at 4% and I was ready to finally get it, but tragedy struck. I got struck by a tankbuster just off the platform and died, no one could raise me. I saw the health ticking down, 3%... and it happened, the callout to stand on platforms to avoid being sucked out. I panicked and prayed to a god that I wouldn't be kicked out in time, my body gets picked up and the countdown gets to 2%, I'm screaming in panic on the voice chat, and then... I find my body on the floor in camp, my teammates cheering as they received their clear. I clenched my fist in anguish but in new found resolve knowing that I can do this. I WILL clear this content!

I joined groups, getting my gear completely maxed, and made my way back to BA. Clearing the bosses with ease, and faced Demi-Ozma, my greatest foe. After knowing my defeat and staying focused, seeing others get sucked into the void, that clear screen popped up and I stood up in joy and screamed most likely waking up my neighbors at 2 AM.

Was it worth it? Absolutely.
(Gaelicap please!)