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IMO, the only way to make it actually useful without making it unfair on new players is to have a converter where you can change arena coins into another game currency like gold. 
OR how about a shop style system like with clan coins where you have trade ins like 1000 arena coins = 1 yellow relic or 3 purple relics, or 200 arena coins = 1 epic power kit; 500 arena coins = 500k gold. that way arena experience can still translate into temporary rewards at least. I would prefer the shop option but people will forever bitch and moan about it because "it needs balancing myeh" so atleast do the boring easy thing I mentioned first. 

purples in the first two and then this on insane. but it's Christmas, so I'll smile and pretend my santa socks are brilliant. 

very jealous brother, I want that thing so bad 
WOO just logged in again and finally got a pizza cutter in the christmas box 

still dont have the superlame charge but meh whatever.
merry christmas one an all.

very jealous brother, I want that thing so bad 
WOO just logged in again and finally got a pizza cutter in the christmas box 

still dont have the superlame charge but meh whatever.
merry christmas one an all.

Every time I take this thing it calls me a "diplomat" and I'm never sure why. 

very jealous brother, I want that thing so bad 
WOO just logged in again and finally got a pizza cutter in the christmas box 

still dont have the superlame charge but meh whatever.
merry christmas one an all.

purples in the first two and then this on insane. but it's Christmas, so I'll smile and pretend my santa socks are brilliant. 

One of the rarest weapons in the game, finally is in my inventory 🥳

purples in the first two and then this on insane. but it's Christmas, so I'll smile and pretend my santa socks are brilliant. 

Every time I take this thing it calls me a "diplomat" and I'm never sure why. 

How to hide severe OCDs behind fancy words like "perfection" or "goals" - 101.

Introduction
Hello. I'm Leo. I (somewhat arrogantly) made this thread in order to record the progress of my account. 
In March 2021, I finished maxing all of the L-Ds I had in my inventory, and honestly, I became pretty bored with SuperMechs. The idea of climbing arena ranks never really appealed to me, and I didn't see what else I could do.
That's when I got the idea of a perfect inventory: one whose items lined up exactly with the inventory screen.
I set two rules for myself:
I would divine 4 of every non-L-D item in the game, except for modules, of which I would divine 12; and If I were to get an L-D, I would max it before continuing with Rule 1. All told, this would mean divining 380 items. A fool's errand, but who better to do it than a fool such as myself?
C-D Items (August 14, 2021)

R-D Items (December 19, 2022)

Future Plans
This is still very much an ongoing project, as the E-D items, which make up 328 of the 380 items, remain to be divined. I shall keep updating this thread with my progress, although for the next few months I shall be grinding base. I anticipate completion of the E-D torsos in late December 2023. If you've read this far, thank you.

Yet ultimately the quest left a feeling of profound emptiness in his soul. How did he get here? What was he even fighting for anymore? What had he ever even been fighting for. these questions haunt the dimly lit glare of his own reflection in the mirror every morning. He used to avert its judging eyes with a couple belts of Whisky, neat. Then it took three. Then four. Now the bottle is never corked, and it's always far too close to empty. "What's next?" he wonders. Another pointless mission with another empty feeling? Where did the excitement go? the rush? the applause? the fanfair? it left with his passion. Most tragic of all is that same passion was exactly what was needed to pull him out of this endless cycle of despair. Could he muster it? One last time? Could he shed a tear for himself and be moved to take action, moved to save his own soul from mortal danger? Or had that left him too? He puts down his glass, and thinks. He stares back at the mirror, grits his teeth, puffs up his chest and declares ...

Yet ultimately the quest left a feeling of profound emptiness in his soul. How did he get here? What was he even fighting for anymore? What had he ever even been fighting for. these questions haunt the dimly lit glare of his own reflection in the mirror every morning. He used to avert its judging eyes with a couple belts of Whisky, neat. Then it took three. Then four. Now the bottle is never corked, and it's always far too close to empty. "What's next?" he wonders. Another pointless mission with another empty feeling? Where did the excitement go? the rush? the applause? the fanfair? it left with his passion. Most tragic of all is that same passion was exactly what was needed to pull him out of this endless cycle of despair. Could he muster it? One last time? Could he shed a tear for himself and be moved to take action, moved to save his own soul from mortal danger? Or had that left him too? He puts down his glass, and thinks. He stares back at the mirror, grits his teeth, puffs up his chest and declares ...

I don't respect players who regularly use those claw phys mechs with 200 en. just goofy.
on this point-
if they get repeated shutdowns on you, you were outplayed or didnt stack enough cooling, brother, that aint them taking the easy path. like boilers are so laughably non-viable these days anyway. 

eaxactly two weeks tomorrow. a perfect fortnight. I'm excited to see my family again, I already know it will be a dissapointment. something went wrong along the way man. I always felt like it was my own fault. I've carried around this heavy guilt for a long time. And yeah, I became an internet addict age 12. but we werent better before I did. its like after the divorce parents are supposed to care more and try to recreate the family in a cube. neither parent did man. you left me alone. so I found something to do. then you made me feel evil about it to make yourself feel like you're still "parenting". we have nothing to say to eachother. thats the real problem. there's nothing to say.
merry christmas.

it already is, it will keep expanding at the same rate it has been for like 5 years now. TS never nipped it in the bud, Gato won't kill it with fire. 
it will keep being as much of a thing as it has always been. 

In a weird way I liked you. I never really got why people hated you. you were kinda annoying sometimes, sure. but everyone is to someone sometimes. This is assuming your retirement is a retirement not a "retirement". Either way, bye now.

I don't respect players who regularly use those claw phys mechs with 200 en. just goofy.
on this point-
if they get repeated shutdowns on you, you were outplayed or didnt stack enough cooling, brother, that aint them taking the easy path. like boilers are so laughably non-viable these days anyway. 

a violently self-loathing individual. a bag of scars turned inside out they called him. But nobodey ever knew why. he always seemed so happy when you knew him. yet, when you cared to listen, you could see that darkness which dwelled in his eyes. the bloody cross upon his back wedging every smile open. We never really heard much from him after that summer. that one beautiful summer where we felt more free than we thought freedom felt like. Then again, we saw his brother the other day at the supermarket. we offered condolences which to him felt plastic, but which we knew were an open flesh wound. how do you see a rainbow anyway? it depends on where you're standing. they are nature's inside jokes shared only with any given geo-location. Then ofcourse there was brenda...

eaxactly two weeks tomorrow. a perfect fortnight. I'm excited to see my family again, I already know it will be a dissapointment. something went wrong along the way man. I always felt like it was my own fault. I've carried around this heavy guilt for a long time. And yeah, I became an internet addict age 12. but we werent better before I did. its like after the divorce parents are supposed to care more and try to recreate the family in a cube. neither parent did man. you left me alone. so I found something to do. then you made me feel evil about it to make yourself feel like you're still "parenting". we have nothing to say to eachother. thats the real problem. there's nothing to say.
merry christmas.

Planet of the Apes, given that it was from its outset a metaphor for the success of the civil rights movement, is surely offensive imagery.

eaxactly two weeks tomorrow. a perfect fortnight. I'm excited to see my family again, I already know it will be a dissapointment. something went wrong along the way man. I always felt like it was my own fault. I've carried around this heavy guilt for a long time. And yeah, I became an internet addict age 12. but we werent better before I did. its like after the divorce parents are supposed to care more and try to recreate the family in a cube. neither parent did man. you left me alone. so I found something to do. then you made me feel evil about it to make yourself feel like you're still "parenting". we have nothing to say to eachother. thats the real problem. there's nothing to say.
merry christmas.

Planet of the Apes, given that it was from its outset a metaphor for the success of the civil rights movement, is surely offensive imagery.