Bearz - Asshat of the server. - Page 5

Bearz · #1 05-30-2010, 03:48 AM

Insight on the Bearz story.

I was a struggling young Everquest player. Poor, and would beg anyone for platinum that ran past me with shiny gear. This was approximately 6 days ago. I was bored in RL, moving out onto a new land and to keep my sanity Project 1999 was there. Or was it?

It was. I struggled to pick whom I was to play, a necromancer like my main on live servers? A melee because its easy? A magician because of the 4 choices of pets? I finally settled down with the necromancer because they are the superior class, soloing anything capable of being snared, feign death to prevent real death, and clarity at the cost of having to steal hit points from a mob your kiting.

After choosing the necromancer as my primary objective, I decided to travel to the lands of my companion Rowl. Rowl was an ogre shaman, brave and burly and would capitalize letters randomly throughout sentences. But, little did I know a shaman was a Necromancer's best friend until I Google'd it and realized the magnitude of the duoing companions.

ACT 1: Meeting Taxi

Primarily, I realized my main objective was to reach the East Commonlands where my companion was slaying beats of different ages. A quick who all of the druids capable of reaching me to that point was simple. /who all dru 29 49, because everyone knows level 50 druids are too busy to help. Taxi? Oh, he must love porting, and I have about 15 plat but I won't tell him that because I'm poor and can't kite giants for easy platinum. A simple tell conjured us in Steamfont Mountains where I offered him 1 platinum for the port to West Commonlands. He declined, and instead traded me 5 platinum, saying that I was more deserving of this money.

ACT 2: Arriving in the Commonlands.

Taxi sowed me and I ran to East Commonlands where I met with Rowl to discuss our fate in the world of Norrath, Project 1999. We leveled, went to the tunnels to get buffs every 16 minutes when DS and regen wore off. Then killed more.

ACT 3: Inheiriting Wealth

I was like Oh, We need better gear because we needed to survive. I began to accumulate wealth beyond the means of any level 8 Necromancer.

ACT 4: Leveling

Me and Rowl adventured to many lands. Kited many things. At level 13 we kited a harrier in the South Karana's and realized the extreme power we had when we slayed him. That thing was like level 22. We got bored of that, and went to oasis. We grouped with 4 other gnomes, two mages, and a necromancer. This group had unstoppable force, and I finally obtained the ability to feign death. But, I had to try it out. There was a group in the Orc Highway, just fighting there. And I looked to their right and a sand giant was perched in the distance. Easily enough I casted lifetap at the giant and feign deathed with the giant on top of them. It felt awesome.

ACT 5: The Downfall of Bearz

This is where my life took a downward spiral. I had to train people because it was ultimately the best thing ever. The power of making people so pissed, it was fun. I trained and trained, got DMF and trained specters, died, trained more. It rendered a solidified conclusion that Bearz has hit rock bottom. I felt no need to continue in my quest, gave some nice gear away to my fellow gnome companions in the group that could slay all. They were quite happy. In all honesty, one of my trains killed one of them and I felt great remorse, so I repented by gifting them great magical items that they could not afford.

ACT 6: Revitilizing

I conjured wealth beyond the means of anyone below the level of 50, and began to bolster my economic defenses for what may lie ahead. This is when Snarkle decided to low ball me with a measley 50p for a Erudite Decaying Heart Amulet from the Noble of Solundungoura Site B, I was like no way. And trained Sergeant Slate on him and continued to /smack him, and say Dont low ball me son. It was funny. I taught him a lesson.

ACT 7: The End.

With Bearz as an economic threat, I was planning to utilize the platinum to donate back to Taxi Driver. I would have said "Yo, come port me now biatch" and then we had arrived, I would have tipped him generously (15,000 platinum). However, my plan was foiled when he never logged on. So I continued to hand everyone platinum and told the zone to take the proceeds of my donations to them and donate some to Taxi Driver's charitable donation, The Taxi Driver Taxi Service Foundation. When my resources became depleted, I saved 2,000 platinum for the generous tip to Taxi Driver, the most noble druid to roam the lands of Project 1999. And proceeded to train slate on innocent ogres ( not so innocent or they wouldn't have been killed ). And finally camped out.

It was fun Project 1999, and Live on. I hope you shall remember Bearz. The Bringer of Justice, Truth, Platinum, and the theory that someone should die if they low ball you.

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Bearz

Aarone · #2 05-30-2010, 05:36 PM

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Originally Posted by Bearz [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Insight on the Bearz story.

[I]I was a struggling young Everquest player. Poor, and would beg anyone for platinum that ran past me with shiny gear. This was approximately 6 days ago. I was bored in RL.... And finally camped out.

It was fun Project 1999, and Live on. I hope you shall remember Bearz. The Bringer of Justice, Truth, Platinum, and the theory that someone should die if they low ball you.

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Bearz

Good luck, buddy.