Tyr IlarTask Force Quark a success!

Yesterday, our team helped Positron.

Yes, that Positron, the member of the Freedom Phalanx, who was so instrumental against the invasion of the Rikti. It was quite an honor, really, and I’m very proud to have been able to help out such an august hero.

It was also an incredibly long day, and a huge amount of work. We did at least a dozen missions, struggling with the Clockwork, the Circle of Thorns, and Dr. Vahzilok’s unpleasant zombies. They had been struggling with each other, and we tried to break them up.

I came home late, elated from the joy of completing this most difficult set of challenges. Several of the others at the apartment building I live in – one of the city’s apartment complexes for heroes – commented on my particularly haggard appearance. (And, to be honest, my odor. We’d been in and out of the sewers all day, and had to cope with some really unpleasant chemicals.)

A couple of the more experienced heroes realized what I’d done, and were fairly impressed. They also pretty much herded me through drinking a lot of water, eating a light meal, a long hot shower, taking some aspirin along with some more water, and shooed me straight to bed. By the end of this, I wasn’t really thinking much as the work of the day caught up with me. I must remember to thank them, because it would have been worse if they hadn’t have been looking out for me.

When I woke up this morning, I ached, all over. I also had a headache and a horrible sore throat and sinuses. Apparently the chemical bath we got yesterday was more toxic than I thought. I spent most of the day asleep, and ate rather more soup than I expected I’d want, as it was hot yet easy on my tired body.

After most of a day unconscious, I felt almost human. I did decide to skip going on patrol today, and let one of my contacts know. When I told him why, he just laughed, and said, “Oh, geez! It’s amazing you’re awake enough to call. Sleep it off, man!”

In the late afternoon, I realized exactly how difficult yesterday’s work was, when I finally attended to my poor, battered uniform. Wow. Cuts, scrapes, stains, some unidentifiable gore, sewage and blood covered it. I hope it’s not all my blood. I threw it all in the laundry, but I may have to replace it, again.

I got a new badge to wear, to show that I’m a more accomplished hero than before, and I graduated to the next security level. Was it worth it? I think so.