This tale is told by a fellow gamer who is bored at work so sadly there won't be any screenshots. I'm handicapped by the fact that my gaming buddies dragged me away from EQ in 2001 so I could play a healer in DAoC and try to keep their asses alive while they killed other players. I'm further handicapped in that I lost everything in a house fire in August 2013; only now have I recovered to the point of having extra money to build a gaming rig. So I'm out of practice as well as pretty much clueless.
I made a high elf cleric and commenced hunting in GFay. This was after I'd spent five hours installing the damned game and another two hours trying to get the UI set up perfectly. My toon was equipped with a club and a cloth robe. I think the club made her OP though, cause I noticed she could actually kill something if she beat on it for a few minutes without dying herself. Then Tunare help my poor little cleric, an orc saw her and she was dead before I could spin around and try to figure out which direction I needed to run to get to Felwithe.
I had no clue where I was, my sense heading was zip, and I was pretty well screwed. After fourteen years away I really didn't remember the zone that well. I spent an hour running around looking for my stinking corpse. Cause when you're level one a chewed-up club and ratty robe are pretty precious when you have nothing else to call your own.
After an hour I noticed other characters watching me. I don't know if they felt sorry or were laughing at me (I suspect the latter). Totally humiliated, I knew I sucked cause I couldn't even find my corpse in Greater Faydark. I sneaked away, camped, and deleted that toon. Shame is a terrible thing.
I've since recovered and made another high elf cleric. I stripped her butt nekkid and stored her valuables in the bank, then Googled some maps and ran her happy ass to Freeport. I got a bind and commenced hunting in the newbie zone just outside West Freeport.
Things have been going better since I left elfland. My baby cleric is now level 9 and hunting the willowisps in East Commonland (I used to be lvl 10 but that's another story). I can barely kill them if they con white and I'm buffed out the hoohah. Luckily there's lots of buffs to be found up at the tunnel. I plan on staying here for a few more levels so I can save up for the next set of spells. Providing the damned wisps stop killing me, that is.
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