For those who feel my pain...



Sitting here grinding gear,
Countless sims tickets used,
I start to tear.

A masochistic deal,
This pain is real,
this grind I feel,
It's such an ordeal to jump from node-to-node like a ship with a broken keel.

At a 30% drop,
I keep pressing, I can't stop.
On the 13th pull, score!
Now only 49 Hypo-syringes more.
Yet after that it's no Heaven,
Now I need 50 additional Boitec Implant Prototype Mk number 7.

Yes!
250 Ally points now I have stacked,
To the data-cards, I'm back!
I watch in hope as it spins,
Please RNG gods let me win!
Great...my 428th Mk III Electrobinaculars from a Bronzium-pack.

Enough's enough! curse you 50 Czeka stun cuffs!
Burn in hell Zaltin Bacta Gel!!
You make me holler Droid Caller!!!
Driving me to drink Chedak Comlink!!!
We are not friends TaggCo Halo Lens!!!
The path is clear,
this game is my puppeteer.

Atlas!
Now I'm near level nine gear!
Weeks worth of of grinding,
Right now I'm not minding.
But like having a thousands knives and needing a spoon,
I embark on this journey for another ten toons.

|-o-|
I have 99 problems but a Sith ain't one...

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