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K49: Where Dreams Stand in Line

 

I had messaged FALCON, the clan leader of GoD T—the main clan in K49. Honestly, our first conversation should have raised a few red flags, but maybe I’m colorblind because when others see red, I somehow see green.

He’s a Turkish player, and the communication gap was something else. I’ve had several Turkish friends in the game, and we always managed to understand each other well enough. But FALCON? Every conversation with him was like trying to assemble IKEA furniture without instructions. He was always on his own tangent, and I’m still not sure if he ever knew what I was talking about. Honestly, neither did I.

Thankfully, I wasn’t completely on my own. I knew a few people there: DARK (who used to be SKY), Hunter Askeladd, FRESHJUSTICE, and Fahad from my Barracks days. FRESHJUSTICE and Fahad are a package deal—if you get one, you automatically get the other. So I wasn’t as lost as I probably should’ve been in this new place.

Not long after I joined, I found out the clan had just moved their capital and would now be starting from 137. That’s never good news. It basically means hitting the reset button in the middle of the game.

There were two sub-clans: GoD E and GoD F. I thought that would make CP exchanges easier, especially since GoD E had G8 players. There was no CP. Absolutely none. Zilch. Nada. And just like that, my S9 journey was instantly delayed by a whole two months. Amazing.

Here’s how their CP system worked.
You had to sign up for their CP program—cost was 20 billion silver for S9 and 15 billion for S8. Oh, and the waiting list? It was basically the line to meet Santa—long, slow, and probably not real. They said people who gave CP would be prioritized, but no one even covered your basic training or revival costs. I did CP defense twice and quickly decided that was enough for me.

Nefret was running the CP program. I tried to enlist, and he told me to get 15 ranger gears from Hellforge. That’s when I realized they only used rangers for CP attacks. In K65, we took full sets according to the stack system—this ranger-only setup was new to me. To this day, I still don’t know which one is actually better. What I do know is that while I was in K49, I made exactly zero CP.

At one point, GoD Main sent two of their players to help GoD T. One was Blue Phoenix, and I honestly can’t remember the other. Those two clearly didn’t want to be there. They made that obvious with their constant snarky comments in clan chat and their sky-high entitlement. It felt like they thought they were doing us a favor just by existing.

The clan also divided us into groups and assigned a sup to each. The sup was responsible for making sure everyone was hitting the basic targets—chests, Rags, ancients, that sort of thing.

One thing I will give them credit for: crypting and epics were peaceful. But we were strictly forbidden from hitting epics on KvK days. Like, absolutely forbidden. It was probably written somewhere in bold, underlined, capital letters.

Honestly? I don’t have any bad memories from K49. But I do remember that it was mind-numbingly boring and the CP situation was tragic.

Eventually, I moved to GoD Barracks/Shield, which had shifted to K78 by then.

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