I’ve been here since launch week, clinging to my F2P dignity like a wet napkin in a hurricane. Seasons pass, banners rise and fall, and in the darkness behind the gold of a 5 star pull, a certain vine-loving turnip giggles, sharpening her chlorophyll-soaked scythe of to torment me.

Seventeen limited characters warm my roster, and not *one* of them has relieved the burden of the existential horror that is losing 50/50 twelve times. Twelve. The latest tragedy unfolded on Phrollova’s banner, where the universe looked me in the eyes and whispered: “Hope is a prank.”

Weapons? I skip them like they’re landmines because every flicker of character banner gold sends a shiver through my spine. My laptop screen glows, and then it happens. Those cursed vines. Creeping in like they’re reaching to suck me out of life. People tremble before Lingyang, but he’s only spooked me once. Meanwhile this green root vegetable haunts my REM cycles like it pays rent.

And no, before anyone asks, I didn’t even drag Verina home from selector boxes like a sane person. All seven copies. Seven. Every one born from a 50/50 loss, none from the standard banner because I avoid that thing like it owes me money. Each time feels like the universe is mocking my existence.

There were moments where fate flexed its Monkey Paw energy just to spice things up. The Chisa banner, where she dropped at 19 pulls and Chisa at 39. Or the latest wound, a 21-pull Verina cameo on Phrollova’s banner. Some may call it lucky. But my soul? Cracked like drywall.

Now I fear her. This little, leafy root-vegetable terror. Appearing again. And again. And agaiiiin.

A soothing healer, they say. Best support in the game, they say.  
To me, she is the botanical embodiment of terror.......It is not Verinaiisu......

IT IS NOT VERINAISUU!!!