"You lookin' at me? Hey! Down here. I said, are you lookin' at me??" |
Ah, the Champion – Masters of Mayhem, Dukes of Destruction, Archons of
AoE, and Sultans of Schwing-schwing… if
any class can give the Hunter a run for his money as Middle-earth’s preeminent “aggro-bunny,”
it’s this guy. Probably the only thing that could make this class more awesome
would be some animations of dismembered goblin appendages and gore flying out
of the melee, and at the center of that melee is The Champ – a blinding
whirlwind of apocalyptic awesome-osity.
How awesome is the Champion? Let us count the ways…
1.
Force
Taunt. It doesn’t get used super-often, but it’s still fun to know you can
pull anything off the main tank for a few seconds. Ha! He hates me more!
2.
Rend. There
aren’t too many armor debuffs in LOTRO, and this is unquestionably the best
one.
3.
Horn of
Gondor. The Champion’s musical skills must be pretty atrocious to be
capable of knocking a bunch of Orcs senseless, but the skill is still awesome.
5.
Blue-line
Tanking / Sudden Defense / Fight On! / Bracing Attack / Dire Need. Thought
you had the Champion beat, didn’t you, Mr. Mob? In the words of Lord Helmet: “FOOOOLED
YOOOU!!!”
6.
AoE
Attacks. Is there any other class that causes so much damage to so many
mobs so quickly that displaying it all can actually create lag issues? No. No,
there isn’t.
7.
Critical
Hits. Here’s the truth about Champions: while everyone else is
concentrating on the boss’s morale level in order to prepare for the next phase
of the fight, the Champion is actually playing a different game. We like to see
whether we can pile up enough consecutive crits to get the damage indicators to
climb over the boss’s head. Extra points if it’s a troll or a giant.
8.
Ease of
Use. Similar to the above, some of us Champions prefer to play entire raids
while hitting all of our keyboard commands using only our noses.
9.
Self-Mutilation.
Must … hit … Priest of Vengeance’s …
shiny … spinny … thing …
10.
Raging
Blade. It’s incredibly satisfying to hear that infamous schwing-schwing! going off all around
you like the cast of Wayne’s World broadcasting live from some nude beach on the
Riviera.
“Let the bodies hit the floor …
Let the bodies hit the floor …”
Padhric
Master of Toons
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