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5 years later every newb to the forums will be telling their embarrassing story not realizing the giveaway never will happen. I like it!
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nah I believe Fifield will pay up. Quote:
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Turp --- Purpl
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Back in the heyday days of Velious, I was having some trouble with my backstab damage. I had just spent every last coin of my savings on a Lath Drinor, which was a huge upgrade from what I had been using, but something was wrong with it... No matter what I did, my backstabs always hit for the minimum damage. I could not figure out what was causing it. Messing with my stats, buffs, dying and getting rezzed, nothing fixed my backstab damage. I even petitioned and the GMs to ask if it Backstab bugged or if something was wrong with my character, because I thought they would have some magical answer to fix my problem; no such luck. It was maddening. Then, one day, someone in my Velketor's Labyrinth upper dogs group started laughing at me. "Nice dagger" he scoffed. I know, right? I opened up my inventory to admire my Lath Dfuck And, just like that, I found out why my backstabs were hitting for minimum damage: some time in the past few weeks, I had mixed up my Lath Drinor with a Fine Steel Dagger and sold it to a vendor. | |||
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I'm a waiter, and I have a horrible memory for faces, especially when there are so many in the restaurant.
Anyway, one day I was waiting on 2 kinda big guys that were waiting for 2 more to join them. So I was up by the bar talking with someone, and then I see this guy come up, looking around on the patio, which is on the other side of the bar. I ask the guy, "Can I help you?" to which he replied, "I'm just looking for 2 guys that might be here." For some reason, I just let words spew out of my mouth without thinking sometimes, and I ask "Oh, are they 2 heavy set guys?" He pauses for a second, and says, "Uh, yeah. Kind of." So, happy to be of help, I said "Oh yeah, they're just over there, in a booth by that pillar." He smirks as he responds, "No, that's us.." Ugh, now I recognize him. Silence. And, now I have to spend an hour and a half waiting on the guy, pretending nothing is out of the ordinary. And all the while everyone at the table everyone is looking at me like my girlfriend just blew them all. For some reason, they didn't shaft me on the tip, so it wasn't a complete loss heh. | ||
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