Tales of bullying clans to make yall feel better

For my tale, we turn to oasis. I was chilling with my (almost) max regen golg, bright pink, as it should be, sort of just watching it. It isn't long, however before two koras spawn and start killing everyone. Now, as literally the hardest thing to kill in the game, I March forward on my stubby little legs, my coffee table with teeth ready to chip away their hp until they die. One, the teensy tiny hiccup, though. These koras turn out to both be double red, double void. Now, a regular kora is easy. A single max damage is a challenge. Two max damage koras? Is a problem. I am forced to retreat into oasis pond (not before leaving the koras with a plenty broken femur, mind you), but this struggle has distracted the koras, giving precious time. One so more than the other. See, well one attempts to catch teir 3s with their grand total of 40 speed, the other is diligently biting into the pond, shuffling around every few seconds to try and do more than 10% of my health. Of course any injury he tries to heal off is swiftly met with me wriggling out of the water to remind him what he's doing. Now, this goes on for a few minutes, until my main man joins in, my brother in arms, (and also brother quite literally) has come to help. And with the simple work of a baby chisudo, one of the koras gets ground into meat paste under Mt stone body. The other one, being at least mildly competent, fights of my brother first things first, who is also now dealing with some flyers attacking the both of us. Once again, I am forced to retreat back into the water as corrosion stackers make themselves known. That's when I see it in chat. People are trying to make fun of me for beating their asses. And those somebodies... have clan tags. Now I don't remember what clan this was, as that would be something i remembered if i cared, but suddenly, the, like, 2 color schemes these guys had made alot more sense. This is around when I have my first of 2 close calls. See, the other kora did log eventually, so I crawled out of hiding, and decided, since I was but ven 4, to do some mud rolling, as that was all that was left. Ladies and gentlemen, when I tell you that as soon as I un-hunkered the kora dropped on me from the roof so fast I almost paniced. almost. I luckily turn my hunker on before the bastard even gets me below half, and slither smugly back into the water, launching a few quips in chat. When i tell you this pissed them off to high heaven. The koras are back, all efforts on me. I got fliers all over, some daring enough to enter the Pond, only to do the equivalent of shaking as stick at my golg with a resounding 20-30 dmg. Then, the second close call. These people have started just throwing max growths on base slots, because now there are base skin creatures running around with the clan tags. Unfortunately, one of these clannies rubbed two neurons together and remembered golg can be killed with disease, so they slap a max growth on a trusty ori ori to take me down Unfortunately for them, they forgot my friend is still in the server, and he has a very hungry kohikii itching to get its teeth around a teir 3. So close, yet so very, very far. Eventually they just take out a venu with the koras to keep me down while some other clannies try killing other people, but while they have they Been doing nothing but attempt to kill a singular golg for the past 30 minutes, all but me and a few popcorn-munching low teirs have gone into hiding. So after another few attempts, including the venu taking some swimming lessons with broken ankles, They just... pack up and leave. Me existing literally annoyed them out of the server.

Yall have any good tales like this?