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The Frumious Wightblast
by Frumius Mob
July 2006
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Ahh, the frumious* wightblast. Deliverer of the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat alike, this maneuver has been generating reactions from laughs to consternation for nearly nine years. Below you will find short animations illustrating a couple Frumious Wightblasts, and links too some complete films of those incidents and other Frumious Wightblasts.
I first stumbled upon the maneuver in the early days of Myth: The Fallen Lords during a Steal the Bacon game on the map Rest in Pieces. I don't recall who my opponents were that particular game, but on that map I would frequently meet with the players My Modem is on Fire - BMF - and Ammo (and HDK maybe? memory fails).
In that fateful first game I had managed to grab the ball early and bring it back to my starting spot at Rest in Pieces' northeast ponds. I sank it in the back pond and planned to defend it to the bitter end. It was quiet for a while and I had time to set up. My pus skills were undeveloped back then, so I sank my two wights in the pond in order to blast some bad guys during the inevitable massive battle for the ball at the end of the game. After blasting them I hoped to go in, mop up, and win the game. A very basic plan. Pure vanilla. Everyone expects the massive battle at endgame with probably a wight blast thrown in. It's practically written in stone now, a virtual script; it's just the way things are done.
But I discovered a better way. A more fun way. A way that keeps surprising people and taking games to this day. On that fateful day my vanilla plan was not going well. The other three teams had descended upon my position -- which was the ball -- from three sides with devastating consequences to my forces. I was forced to retreat with a handful of guys to the other side of the pond as the three titanic forces waged deadly battle for supremacy on the far side of the pond at the ball.
I had my two wights, but my "mop up crew" was now only a few ghols and a couple warriors or so. It was sudden death. I was on the far side of the pond. The time was now or never, but I was too far away and very weak. It was a desperate time, and desperate times often call for frumious measures -- and with that thought came a plan. I would use my wights to blast the ball away from the enemy and hopefully far enough to reach my own guys! I moved my wights in tight formation to the opposite side of the ball. With Newton's 3rd law in mind I gauged the angle carefully and exploded my wights. The ball flew into the air, and, in a beautiful arc, came down behind my forces. Game over.
From then on I was in love. Born of desperation, the frumious wightblast is now a standard maneuver in my arsenal. It's been nine years or so since that first game. It is rare that I have a chance to use it, but that makes it all the more fun to set up and employ. It's amazingly high-percentage. People have just not countered it with a specific strategy. I suspect that with this article that may change. I hope it does.
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