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Curry-menu

On the menu for Gold/Reactor/Reapers: Curry with sweet revive medals and salty missiles.
Silverpugs wanted to hoist it up to Gold, so having seen them, I switched to my Saber-toothed Big Juggs (just in case, and I wish I had been wrong). Started as a trio with another jugg, who went melee-happy (but I did see some siege pulses, too - so far so good), and a BatSent who went punch-happy in places he shouldn't have. Got joined by some sort of human, who spent more time biting the dust and/or then synced than running around, so I didn't see what he was.

I, on the other hand, spent my time Sabering and siege pulsing, reviving the said pugs several times, including the other Juggy. Even using a few missiles to save them a few times, managing to get the surprise bonus of 3 kill streaks this way - in the vain hope that they'd learn to keep their distance, or learn... oh, I don't know, something. Anything.

However, no Blue's Clues were being found, so I ended up currying solo from mid-wave 8, already with 75 kills early in the wave. The same Indian Menu for One continued on w9, and most of the escort on w10, while the others, in the midst of the goddamn mission, bleed out. In some purely insane moment of good will hunting, I even left my lonely escort, to try to revive 2 of them nearby (the human was already synced), only having him die soon after anyway. The puggernaut not even trying to gel (didn't see him rage gel earlier either, so he should've had some left). So I strolled back to my only friend, the chatty ball, weaving our way through a few brutes and their scrawny tall girlfriends, plus a few ravagers.

I felt more sorry for my husband having to listen to me grawrr and curse in various languages at this stupidity. I was very, very, very close to just walking over to the last left Ravager and wait for it to kill me softly and slowly, after I had finished the escort as the last woman standing. But I figured, this would not teach them anything anyway, so I pretended to be the hero who saved the day.

Come wave 11, one of the pugs went missiling something (not to save anyone), and I simply had to just comment with capslocks that we could have used that during the w10 escort.
The Batarian extracted with me, despite his suicidal attempt to punch a brute, again. The two others bled out before extraction, and I didn't bother to saunter over that far. My juggy's back and knees were sore from the backpacking and the crouching for 15+ revives. Juggy needs new shoes.