Comunque dimenticato di dirlo, ma Gallagher E2 che tiene in piedi tutti nel PF in cui volano più danni in assoluto, roba che se non ci stai attento i robottini ti mettono così tanti DoT addosso che ti oneshottano 
E’ veramente Luocha 2.0. Tra l’altro pure senza HTB tira ulti da 130k. Otto powercreepato da un 4* :(
nessuno ha pullato il pistolero? 
Vinto i 50/50 sia su PG che arma ma sono andato oltre il soft pity .
Equipaggiato a caso e con le skill basse Ve l ho messo da provare
No, come già detto senza il suo lightcone non ha senso e devo risparmiare per firefly e jiaoqiu.
Funzionasse pure senza LC al pity ci sarei arrivato, se perdevo il 5050 pazienza, era FF garantita. Ma così boh. Cioè per capirsi il suo LC è tipo il 30% in più di danno rispetto agli altri, peggio che Acheron.
stessa situazione qua
il trailer mi era piaciuto ma l’ho provato un po’ e non mi dice molto per ora
Ho provato il trial è un bel personaggio indubbiamente
Ma ho altri piani in mente, esistono sempre le rerun
Ho iniziato anche il nuovo evento prima di venire al lavoro e mi è sembrato carino
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Man waiting for firefly is gonna be torture, even if i want to summon for bootleg
Edit: Fuck me, i pulled for him because of the new event. He is cool af. -$200 it is for me for firefly :)
Ok questo finisce nella top3 dei migliori eventi
Se volete approfondire la storia di bh e come mai cerca oswaldo
Sempre personcine per bene all’ipc
Part 1
“Graey, there’s a child there in the snow!”
Graey and Nick cautiously approached and picked up the red-faced child as he cried incessantly.
The child had a striking and beautiful name that in the ancient language of Aeragan-Epharshel meant “loaded gun.”
He grew up under the love and protection of Graey and Nick, as he played happily with his siblings. Though they all came from different places, they all now belonged to this vast continent of “Aeragan-Epharshel.”
Graey took him to learn about plants, animals, and rivers. Nick taught him how to tame horses and farm sheep. At a young age, he rode his colt across streams and followed Nick as they led their cattle to fields rich in water and greenery under the morning sun. Nick would always sing loudly as the light shone over the brilliant clouds. When he heard Nick raise his voice in song, he would open his mouth and release a clear and crisp song of his own. As he kicked at the colt’s belly to take him faster, their laughter would spread further and further into the distance.
As Graey and Nick raised the children day after day, their backs began to stoop with old age.
Since becoming a cowboy, he mastered every skill there was to hunting. They charged through the sandy wastelands fighting bandits, making deals with merchants, and battling for places to survive with the beasts of the wilderness.
He had narrowly escaped death, tasted the flavor of taking revenge on a rival gang, seen friends lose their lives in the flight of a bullet and seen families fall apart in mere moments… He lost many, yet gained a lot as well. In the end, his courage earned him status and respect.
Now, he rarely sees his siblings, but he knows that they are living well.
In the silent night, he stares at the sky and thinks about the greater world outside, when the sound of cries resounded loud and clear through the stillness of evening.
Following the sound, he discovered a red-faced baby that would not stop crying. He had no idea what to do. But, he eventually picked her up as Graey had done so long ago before, and brought her home.
The sound of Nick’s gruff voice resounded in his ears…
“The water here is smooth as fine wine,
the cold snow is cutting like a knife,
this place is…
the perfect world.”
Part 2
The shadow cast down by the spaceship eclipsed the moonlight across the plains.
He jumped from the speeding train as it passed by with a roar. By the time the smoke and dust had settled, he’d already made it back to his base with his bounty.
He raised his head to look up at the uninvited guests above. Well-dressed people in black walked out from the deck of the spaceship under the escort of guards armed to the teeth and onto the cowboy’s land. He took something that the person in black called a “Synesthesia Beacon,” as great, strange visions flooded into his mind. This is the first time he learned of the endless shining worlds outside the plains, forests, streams, and tracks that he knew.
Giant excavators appeared on the horizon of the plains, completely disregarding protests from the locals. Then, black ore began to stream forth from the earth below. The heavily armed guards blasphemed against the local’s beliefs, cast them out of their homes, and insulted their honor with meager compensation.
As always, he and his partners turned to guerrilla warfare to fight off the advance of the people in black. However, in the face of absolute military might, the cowboys’ schemes, marksmanship, and swift mounts all seemed so primitive and laughable. As the members of his family died one after another, he realized that unless he found the person who started all of this, he would never be able to bring things to an end.
He put on a worker’s uniform that he stole and snuck aboard the spaceship under the cover of night. With the instincts and sharp senses he had honed over years of hunting, he silently took down every guard that stood in his way and cleared every checkpoint and interrogation to reach the core cabin.
He saw the figure of a man who seemed to be saying something to his subordinates.
“Aeragan-Epharshel contains crucial strategic resources. He who claims it first will take great advantage in departmental competition. As these savage and uncivilized cowboys are unwilling to cooperate with the Marketing Development Department, we have no choice but to assume administration of this world on their behalf.
We are running out of time. You are permitted to use military force and bring civilization to this world.”
A terrifying thought rushed into his mind. He frantically ran out. Around him, the employees were still joking and laughing. He held his breath and stifled his rage and tears… His family still needed him. He could not just stop here.
Cannon fire rained down from the heavens. By the time he stumbled back to the farm that had now been reduced to ashes, the elderly Graey and Nick, as well as all the friends he’d grown up with, had already lost their lives to the sea of flames. He held on to a faint glimmer of hope that he would be able to find that tiny figure… She had only learned to walk a while ago and would gently slap at the little wooden guitar he had made for her and giggle. But no. There was nothing. The land was scorched black… he didn’t even have time to erect a gravestone for the ones he’d lost.
“The Interastral Peace Corporation… The Marketing Development Department…”
This sight and these names rang through his mind like a nightmare that went on to be etched into his core. Even if he were to die and be born again, he would never forget this.
According to the planetary records of Aeragan-Epharshel, the locals who roamed and farmed the land for generations were wiped out by an unknown disaster. The survivors, mostly frail elderly and youth, now only shelter in smaller and smaller reservations. To this day, that black ore is still used in massive quantities as a rare metal to create devastating weaponry, and is shipped out to more and more planets on fleets of IPC transport ships.
Part 3
“This road doesn’t suit you. Get out. Go find a job or… get an education.”
The short doctor put down the half-eaten sandwich and wiped her hands on a white coat that was evidently a few sizes too big.
The man didn’t say anything and took off his clothes instead, revealing skin completely covered in scars. The doctor didn’t stop her pestering.
“A young man like you deserves a better future. This road, on the other hand, belongs to those who have no other choice, people who can’t start again anymore but still want to make evil pay…”
The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the doctor’s forehead — Rather, the part of her that could still be regarded as a forehead.
“If I wanted a lecture, I would’ve gotten ma’self an education already.” The man threatened.
“I get what you’re trying to do, but guns don’t work against me… never mind. Go lie down.” The doctor replied in resignation.
…
The lights above the operation table lit up.
He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea. His flesh was wrapped up and then melted into everything around him. His body departed, leaving only his hollow thoughts struggling all alone.
Strangely, the emotions — terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage — didn’t dissipate with his physical body. They remained in a different manner — and they were even heavier than before.
He smelled the scent of something being charred, and he even felt the doctor’s soft breathing — She can breathe? He couldn’t help but have that incongruous thought. The whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears and the new blue blood refused to flow towards his thirsty heart.
He really wanted to just fall asleep like this and never wake up.
Until he heard those crude songs and those gentle words, and memories of yore surfaced once again. The unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness and he followed it to walk toward the end of it all, exerting every ounce of his strength to rise once again to the surface.
…
“Congrats. You’re pretty hard to kill.”
The doctor rubbed her blood-covered hands on her white coat and picked up the half-eaten sandwich again.
“Ya thought I was gonna die?”
He balled his hands into fists — hands that were now made of cold iron.
“Most people would have died,”, the doctor stated candidly, “and it won’t be because I’m bad at my job.”
“Well I hav’a piece of good news for ya: I’ve been dead for a long time.”
“What’s your name?”
He briefly paused. Both the gentle and crude voices have disappeared. No one will ever call him by that crisp and resonating name again.
“Boothill. Where I come from, that’s what we call gunslingers who end up bite’n the dust…”
He then smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.
“But this is just the start, doc. Of all the prices I hafta pay to get ma revenge, this here’s the lightest toll.”
Dragging his new body, he shambled out of the door.
“Then, happy ‘Hunting’, Boothill the Galaxy Ranger!”
The short doctor yelled at his retreating back.
Boothill couldn’t help but look up at the night sky outside — Another star had been ignited in the arrays of stars above.
Part 4
He returned to Aeragan-Epharshel multiple times to investigate the man who ordered the annihilation of his whole tribe, only to discover the man’s identity had already been erased from historical records.
He forced his way into a Garden of Recollection branch and tried to read Memory Bubbles related to Aeragan-Epharshel. The Memory Bubbles on display along the display cabinets all fall towards the ground. Those Memokeepers had no time to stop him as they rushed forward and prioritized saving rare and precious memories.
As he was kicked out of the Garden of Recollection, he finally saw that man amid the chaos in a Memory Bubble related to Aeragan-Epharshel.
“Oswaldo Schneider, director of the Marketing Development Department in the Interastral Peace Corporation…”
…
“Did you hear that a mysterious cyborg has been attacking the IPC’s fleets in Pier Point’s interstellar port?”
“Loads of business for the Marketing Development Department got ruined cause of that. Let’s all get some popcorn ready. It’s about time they pay their due for being so in-your-face all the time…”
“Popcorn? I’m going back to Pier Point tomorrow and I don’t want to have a gun pointed to my head…”
Uniformed IPC workers cross the Fountain Plaza in twos and threes as they hold cups of coffee in hand.
The cowboy lowered the brim of his hat under the shade of a tree. He read the wanted notice in the newspaper as he leisurely sipped a bottle of malt fruit juice.
“Boothill. Birthplace unknown. Galaxy Ranger. Responsible for the following crimes: 5 counts of assault against Pier Point; 3 counts of attacks against weapon warehouses belonging to the IPC’s Marketing Development Department; multiple counts of attacks against IPC workers at rank P40 or above. Moreover, this person should also be responsible for the treasure theft on the Marie-Louin system, riots in the Kongea ring system, the great explosion on the planet of Galileo, and many other incidents on planets under the IPC’s jurisdiction.”
“Son of a bench, y’all blowin’ smokes over here ‘bout me dodgin’ them bullets and cheatin’ death like a lil’ shirt-for-brain at his first rodeo…”
He tossed the paper aside and stared at the fleets entering and leaving this IPC branch office. Though the bounty on his head kept rising with every wanted notice, Oswaldo remained slippery as an eel, leaving no trail. Not only is the director untraceable through official announcements, but even the middle managers are unaware of the man’s whereabouts.
The low-tier Intellitron are shipping goods in an orderly manner at the dock as plain-looking shipping vessels shuttle to and fro. When he had counted 359 shipping vessels, the workers at the dock started to take off their hats in salute as a magnificent spaceship slid out from the quay, surrounded by protective corvettes, to sail toward the Planet of Festivities. He shook his head as he looked at the pretentious luxury spaceship and kept waiting for something else.
After a few minutes, a small gray bioship silently left port together with a commercial fleet
— That was his real target.
“Ain’t no place forever ironclad, pardner. Sure, I can’t track ya down, Oswaldo. But sniffin’ out them yella-bellied IPC dogs who can’t stand you ain’t no tall order.”
“Mullin’ over them varmints I sent to boot hill for backin’ the wrong side… Reckon they might be yukkin’ it up at me from hell 'bout now…”
He tossed the empty bottle and showed his sharp teeth.
“Don’cha worry. We’ll be meetin’ up real soon.”
È fighissimo come superficialmente sia un AMERICA FUCK YEAH COWBOY ma la sua backstory è tipo la cosa più anti-imperialista che abbiano mai scritto
Confermo comunque che il nuovo evento è divertentissimo.
Mi manca solo l’ultimo pianeta, ho fatto SS su tutti a parte il quinto in cui ho usato la mia Acheron (che è il mio pg vestito meglio) e ho fatto solo S 
Mi sa che ho sbagliato le armi.
praticamente e’ vampire survivors in salsa hsr
Sì l’ispirazione è ovvia.
Ora devo decidere come fare il sesto pianeta. Stranamente quello con cui ho fatto più punti è stato il FuA team, di cui non ho nessun componente quindi ho usato i personaggi trial (Ratio e Topaz, ci ho messo FX e Silverwolf sennò ratio non aveva i debuff visto che la topaz trial ovviamente è E0S0)
io piu di s non riesco a fare, faccio cagare in sti giochi
Ah si? figata, mi ero sempre chiesto come mai non avevano ancora fatto eventi stile vampire survivors, l’unico che l’aveva fatto da quello che so è nikke.
Meglio così perchè l’altro evento che ho iniziato che devi scrivere il film è na palla.
Sì sono sempre i fight di hsr eh, non è che hai la visuale dall’altro e giri per la mappa
Però hai le accoppiate arma + accessorio, ad ogni livello ne scegli 3 e puoi rirollare, arma livello 8 + accessorio corrispondente la ascendi, come su VS appunto.
La roba figa è che ogni arma si presta a uno stile diverso (c’è quella che mette debuff se tu metti debuff, c’è quella che accumula cariche se i tuoi pg agiscono più volte in fila, etc)
Ah ok peccato
Finito, porca puttana ne voglio ancora, potrebbe essere un evento permanente
Comunque si, il powercreep è scandaloso.
Mi son messo a farmare di nuovo il set hackerspace, e c’è la scimmia.
Di solito usavo blade + bronya che erano i più adatti.
Ora ho messo acheron (che electro non c’entra un cazzo con la scimmia) col suo team e deleta entrambe le wave in un quarto del tempo.
Io acheron no la trovo un granchè nei calyx/caverne/bucideculo perchè la ult overkilla tutto, e più di 4 o 5 mobs sullo schermo non li hai. Non serve fare 800k danni quando ne bastano 200k. Mi trovo molto meglio con Blade e Himeko che hittano per 70-120k un po’ con tutto (skill, ulti, followup). Un botto di volte blade ammazza una wave, spawna quella dopo, parte il followup e li oneshotta. Himeko uguale (più con la ult però). Acheron non ha la stessa frequenza.
Poi sì, Acheron ha powercreepato tutti E non credo Boothill e Firefly le siano tanto dietro
Si comunque avevate ragione il nuovo evento è fichissimo
Sto facendo una fatica bestia a finire quello prima, ma più che per il gioco principale in se son tutte le quest secondarie (che oltretutto anche queste hanno un sacco di chit chat su robe di cui onestamente dovrebbe fregarcene un cazz)
PS - sarebbe bello un evento come un vero vampire survivors, però immagino che starebbe meglio su genshin (anche perchè li hanno tutte le animazioni di combat action)
Ho fatto l’ultimo con il team fua ero quasi riuscito a seccarlo il meme gli mancava tipo 15%
Ma l’evento web mi sembra arduo arrivare a 5000