u/Strider08000

It’s 5AM and I’m still trying to get my Mega Satan clear on The Lost.

Try after try ends in failure. I found R key not once, but THREE times, the third with Glitched… and I couldn’t run with them far enough, perhaps due to my own greed, to make use of them before dying.

I’m about to give up… but I’m on my last good run.

Dr Fetus? Nice.

Crickets Head? Thank you.

I’m about to enter the curse room and what a gift. The red chest BEFORE the curse room has 9 lives. This could. Be. It.

I get chaos. Hehe

Now for the Angel Room. What the helly. A battery item, I chuckle, and hit the eternal d6 into nothing, walking out.

Why am I forgetting something? I run at the wall like Potter left a Rolex on the Hogwarts Express. THE KEY😭. Omfg finally the run and I left the key behind.

It’s okay, I’ll hopefully find another.

I go and go gaining so much strength, this is THE run. But I only find my second angel room in… womb. I am so cooked…

At this point I’m playing like a hollow corpse from Dark Souls. I’m just praying with whatever faith I have left for some kind of miracle. Please edmund…

I full clear EVERYTHING. I try EVERY TRICK. nothing. absolutely nothing.

I clean Isaac. I roll on the four not dad’s keys. Hello lil Dumpy… reroll. Gone.

I burn through all of chest. Desperate. Pure desperation.

A battery, okay. I’ll leave that for now. As I pass chest after chest of items that still. Aren’t. Dad’s key. Sigh

My last chance. The secret rooms.

I Dr Fetus into both secret rooms. Okay. Two items in here… aaaand they are Treasure Map and Empty Vessel. It’s never been more Joever. I walk all the way back to that single battery and return to the secret room. Reroll.

Teleport. 2 point fucking 0 Hello?

I rush with urgency to Blue Baby. Dead. And hit it. Take me to Mega Satan PLEAAAAAASE.

I look up at his holiness and nearly cried. There, standing in front of me, was the third angel room.

GOOODGODJBEOKF DO NOT DIE TO THIS ANGEL.

Key acquired. screaming

Into the Mega Satan room.

Dead. 8 lives. Brimstone. 7 lives. Brimstone again. Dead. 6 lives —and HE’s DEAD, thanks to my boys BOT AND PSY FLY. Good Night. And good god. I’m late for work.