a story about being alone
 

So I logged in on the blue server, I was the 5th one in EC. No dialaports online or anon in ec. After a quick trip to WC there was only one afk druid at the rings and unable to find anyone.

Back in freeport I take up a rod and bait and work on fishing while waiting for the boat, 15 minutes go by before it arrives. no one at the ancient cyclops. no one at the seafuries, no one at the specters.

the boat pulls into an empty dock, devoid of anyone in butcherblock. vendors that sell food and drink are empty. trying to remember when the last time the server reset i forgot i wanted to goto kunark and i quickly head to the little skiffs.

10 minutes later its time to sail. there is no one at the raptors, there is no one at the birds.. another quiet ride with my rod and bait.

once i zoned into FV i had a sudden remembering that I am a dark elf and quickly hop off the boat and swim to the outskirts. no one quadding, no one squatting on the cliff, no one fapping on firiona vies boobs. about an hour of being alone with not a soul in sight i finally reached my destination

and there was someone camping grik the exile. motherfucking son of a bitch

Yeah Grik is one of those annoying camps where it's away from anything relevant other than Seb groups so you basically just have to leave the alt parked there

As someone who frequents SONH the good news is that the camp is often open

grik deez

I can't play EQ anymore coz I don't have static grp friends.

keep talking that bullshit you wont have any static enemies either

Someones mommy tightened his diaper a bit much.