Now that I am free from writing obligations (for a little while), I took some time this evening to waste a Colossus.
Next on deck: #15! I already knew where this dude was; I’d found and investigated those ruins while I was out looking for another Colossus.
I figured out how to get up into the first level of the ruins by accident (OH GOD HE’S GOING TO STEP ON MEEEE–oh hey, thanks ), but it took a little longer to figure out how to go higher.
Up onto the first catwalk! *crash* And down again. Up onto the second catwalk! *crash* And down again! Okay, I know I need to get up on his head. Back up the ruins, mighty leap onto his forehead, hang on, stab stab stabbity stab, weak spot dries up. Okay, let me just slide down his arm here and go regroup, and–oh hey, here’s another one. Ooo, this one makes him drop his weapon!
What’s that you say, mystic voice? Find his hidden vitals? That arm spot wasn’t them? Shit.
Find sunny spot. Shine beam on angry Colossus. Shine beam on head. Nothing. Shine beam on shoulders. Nothing. Shine beam on tummy. Nothing. Shine beam on legs. Nothing. Shine beam on arm, noth–wait, what the hell?
“HIS PALM,” I said aloud, “THE PALM OF HIS HAND, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?”
So now I had to bait this big bastard into taking a swing at me so I could stab him in the palm.
Which, by the way, was hairy. Which made me laugh until my sides hurt. See also: subject.
ONE MORE TO GO, YAY