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#31
07-17-2013, 11:56 AM
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I logged into my enchanter and decided to reorganize my spellbook outside of Mistmoore, when suddenly I was unable to move my spells around. Out of frustration I just started hitting keys randomly to see if it would make it work faster.
In an awesome dipshit move I accidentally deleted Clarity and Beguile from my spellbook. After getting really annoyed, I stood up and decided to start chatting with my guild and complaining about the DDoSing. (It bugs me when people call it lag, because it's not just lag, it's malicious.) Then I saw high elves spawn one by one at the zone line to Lesser Faydark - Mistmoore. Naked high elves as far as the eye could see. Then I saw poor Singulus running away from the sisters only to get repeatedly backstabbed to death right by the zone. | ||
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#32
07-17-2013, 12:13 PM
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So, I'd been sitting in the EC tunnel on and off for the last 3 days or so attempting to do some wheeling and dealing to upgrade my gear. While moderately successful, I'd failed maybe 5-6 times trying to get a Nightshade Wreath. Every time I'd see one for sale I'd send a tell immediately. Every time it was already gone. So, when I logged on that fateful night knowing we were going to Mistmoore I was pretty excited. No more of this namby pamby commerce stuff, we were going to storm the castle, bust some heads and I was going to take a Nightshade Wreath off of Maid Issis' cold, now even colder, undead/dead/redeaded body! Well, at least eventually... after we reacclimated to the zone after a 10+ year hiatus. As Rip said were were kind of scouting out what was available. I was chilling on the walkway before the graveyard. Anborn was invis checking camps. Rip (Soph in game) was off doing whatever it is monks do. (maybe participating in the Norrathian equivalent of to Catch a Predator... to Catch a Necro, by feigning death everywhere and seeing what happens) The saddest part is that I had a 2 minute conversation with myself before I realized what was happening. "If we can't find any camps, maybe we can hit up unrest, I hear Hags are great exp and Anborn needs a piece off the Werebat in the basement." "If you guys don't feel like unrest we could go back to Sol A." "Or maybe we could go to a more obscure dungeon somewhere that we never went back on live." And on and on and on. It wasn't until I saw Anborn magically and instantaneously transform from the state that is being alive to the state that is being a corpse with less experience that I realized what was happening, and that I, of course, was already dead and didn't even know it. After fighting with the login server for a bit I got back on, got a rez and went to Unrest where things played out like Ripwind said. But, the greatest injustice of it all was that the Unrest DDOS hit us when I was 2b from leveling =(. Then I didn't have any luck getting a group last night. So those 2b have haunted me for the better part of 2 days and continue to haunt me, mocking me. -Masaedis Cleric, formerly of Druzzil Ro | |||
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#33
07-17-2013, 01:55 PM
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myself - Scrumph, 29 SK my wife - Pizzatime, 29 SHM The buildup: I met my wife over 10 years ago. At the time, I was playing Everquest - a secret I deftly kept from her for about a year until she noticed it on my computer and asked about it. Shortly thereafter a game known as World of Warcraft came out - which I started playing after FoH left Veeshan for good for the quest of better pixels. My wife, being at a different college, started playing to 'spend time' with me on the weekdays. We played from 2004-2009 pretty regularly - often in a raid guild. We had fun, we laughed - we cried. We were on multiple servers, made friends (going to one of their weddings this September, actually) and had a generally good experience. I got a job that required 50-60 hours a week minimum, so my playtime stopped, we stopped playing, and we no longer gamed together. We've had ups and downs in gaming over the past 4 years - but usually it's been a solo endeavor. Some of you might know me as Tomtee from Fippy Darkpaw server - I tend to gravitate towards my roots. Also played some IPY - but, alas, I've played no game with my wife since 2009. Cue a couple months ago, I'm playing here and my wife sees me playing EQ and says, hey, why not, August - I want to play with you. And so my story begins. The plot thickens: I geared us out in the finest of pixels. Scrumph & Pizzatime are an unstoppable duo and core group members. We aren't leveling fast, but we ARE leveling, together, for the first time since the Lich King fell. I've tried to keep things interesting for her by switching our surroundings. So far: Permafrost->Blackburrow->NRO->Oasis->Unrest->UGUK->EK->HHP->MM->SK(KFC) Our next stop? HHK. We venture down to kill pickclaw goblins. We quickly dispatch of the lower level ones and I go to break the warrior room - it's tough. She just got her new healing spell and we make it through. Alls well -I know better than to try raiders. We continue pulling until... The enemy appears: DDoS happens. "August, why can't I cast spells?" "August, it says I can't do this right now" "August, I can't hit this mob!" What's happening? Some fuckwit has decided to play script-kiddy and DDoS the server. The pickclaws, they surround us. I'm KoS to the guards and have no hope but to run. My wife follows but it is as if we're in a dream - no NPCS react. The pickclaws are merciless in their pursuit. We make the zoneline - SAFE!? Crash. Come back, bodies are in the cellar, and my wife and I are miles away on another continent. Sad day. I explain to her, honey, it's just a one-time deal! People are idiots. I do the CR for both of our characters, she is upset - why would anyone care enough to attack an EMU server? We are back the next night. Killing pickclaw spiritists and cabalists, the occasional warrior if he spawns in the hall. It happens again. Luckily this time we're bound in HHK. Unluckily for me, it's the last straw for her. "This game is already old and I can't deal with the server lagging all the time too, August - I'm done" So we're not playing games together anymore. The short-lived, awesome time we had here is over due to some idiot. Pizzatime will fade to obscurity - the potentially awesome shaman with a matching name. Her ring was on the counter this morning. Underneath was the divorce papers. Thanks a lot, DDoS attack. | ||
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#34
07-17-2013, 03:35 PM
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The DDOS was so bad I couldn't make my troll....
That should win this... your characters got to live and enjoy the world before cruely being struck down by the evil hand of DDOS. My poor troll Ourro couldn't even be born.... its like his troll mommy was in labor and just couldn't push him out. Finally after a day of labor he was born into the cold swamps of innothule.... the DDOS attack must have killed his mother in labor for she was no where to be found.... he was only left with a note, a snack and a club. As he began to talk he realized the DDOS enduced lag spike must have damaged his mental faculties. To this day he struggles to live his life... obviously without his mother he has turned to a life of crime; assaulting kobalds and froglocks for their money. | ||
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07-17-2013, 04:13 PM
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I was having sex with my girlfriend while quadding in the OT. Just as I was about to blow my load, the game lagged out, I panicked and came inside. Now she is pregnant, said she is going to keep the baby, was angry that I didn't want it, broke up with me, and said I'd have to pay child support.
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07-17-2013, 04:34 PM
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07-17-2013, 04:38 PM
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I honestly had nothing lost in the DDoS attack.
I'm a level 16 Barb Shaman. My gear is absolute crap. It took me farming bonechips for days just to afford the measly goblin parrying spear that I'm using. Help a brother out? | ||
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#39
07-17-2013, 04:57 PM
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Saturday for Rapture’s raid time we formed up a few groups and gathered at WC spires to port up to hate. Grrugg, Cygnan, Lecompte, Flickker, and Pallius are in the break in group with a couple more groups waiting at the spire for the wizard to pop down and grab them – haven’t had a problem with the DDOS lag stuff all day. Port up happens and we are all set for smooth sailing, we got 1 spite golem, 1 rat and 1 ghoul. Easy peasy, Flickker starts locking down everything but the spite – a couple more things add but it is still no problem. Pallius and Grrugg are on the spite, I’m throwing snares on anything and very thing to pull them off our casters. We think we’re golden. Other group is ready to come up when all of a sudden our spells are frozen. We can still see each other moving around but nothing is happening – Grrugg is starting to get a little nervous as his health drops and asking for heals. From his perspective it is life as usual… except, for some reason, his kick and taunt keys are not coming back up. Ten seconds of this, and our group is disbanded by server , fifteen seconds after that Grrugg dies, then the rest of us follow.
I petition the wipe and ask for corpse pulls/rez as it was due to server lag and I didn’t think we would be able to go get our bodies. Server seems to stabilize. Great news! We don’t want to wait all day for rezzes so we decide to have another go at it. The group is composed of an ungeared Lecompte, Grrugg, Flickker, Cygnan, a geared Elgorn and geared Zukoe (wizard). We port up again each of us loots enough gear to perform and get to work on the TWO spite golems, lich, rat, ghoul, revenant. It isn’t looking good, our objective is simply to break in, rez up and get out. We aren’t able to do so, Grugg dies again and Elgorn dies also. The rest of us get out safely with an evac, just in time. We rendezvous with Grrugg, and Elgorn at the WC wiz spires – at this point Lecompte has all his gear and others have a few pieces. I log off Lecompte and on to Halmir to give it another go. So, this time it is Halmir (played by me), Cygnan, Grrugg, Elgorn, Flickker (wizard dropped group to port down for another group this time around. We realized that the breakin would be harder than the first time after round two.) The games begin: the spite golems come, Grrugg is evasive tanking them both, all the other crap is mezzed and we are doing fine. DDOS strikes. No heals for Grrugg – or anyone else, no relief from the mainland cause no one can zone; another full wipe. At this point, I’ve written a short novella in /petition and Rapture agrees that we will have to wait. I agree to sit there on Lecompte and not worry about my rez timer cause I was (and still am) confident that we will get exp rezzes for those corpses that will/had timed out. I have some heresy at this point but my understanding is that TMO attempted a breakin shortly after up and wiped, attempted a second time and made it. TMO rezzed up those of us who still had timers (thanks guys) and we got all the gear off the corpses that didn’t have rez timers. Sidenote: I had logged off Halmir to preserve his timer, I logged back over to him and got the rez. In the end, Grrugg’s alt is on the same account so the timers on his corpses had timed out – he completely looted one when we went up to get his gear. As things stand: Lecompte took one xp death w/o rez, Grrugg took three, Elgorn two. Grrugg, by choice, completely looted one corpse so that one isn’t refundable but I’m very sorry to Grrugg and Elgorn for the way things stand now. I’m pushing my petition thread as I’m able and I’ll try and /petition the next time I see Sirken streaming. | ||
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#40
07-17-2013, 05:07 PM
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My Fish Story
Normally, I would clam up and hide my crocodile tears about an embarrassing death, but here is my story, exactly as it happened. Having only boxed a druid in my "Live" experience, I was a little green around the gills regarding animal charm. When I began charming animals, I felt like a fish out of water. I must have been living in a fish bowl previously, and I now LOVE charming. I decided owning a Goblin Gazughi Ring would make me as happy as a clam. I bound myself on the sandy beach of Lake of Ill Omen and would pop in when time allowed to kill a few couriers. I’ve been stubborn about gearing my druid, arguing I didn’t need gear as long as I could charm. When I began my venture, I tried charming a sabertooth grimalkin, but he was a fish in trouble waters aggro’ing everything in sight. My mana pool wouldn’t hold up to the amount of mobs I needed to kill to spawn courier after courier. I was determined to get that ring without replacing my feathered leggings. I went on a fishing expedition and discovered deepwater barracuda were “animal”! Holy mackeral! . After learning this information, killing mobs to spawn the sarnek courier was like shooting fish in a barrel. Crusader Deezin is a cold fish and I was in a fine kettle of fish occasionally. There were plenty of other fish in the sea, and after porting to save my hide I would return gate and charm another. On this particular day, my cleric was healing in Karnor’s Castle. The DDoS attacks were causing frequent delays. I suggested we fish or cut bait. The group parted ways. I had bigger fish to fry , anyway. I logged to my druid. I gated to my sandy spot and changed my spell line up preparing for battle. I always leave heal, root and snare in the same gem spots. For this encounter I normally add charm, animal haste, fear , SoW, and a commons self-port. With the nerf to druid tracking, I needed to swim to the depths to find my barracuda. It was fear that would be replaced in my lineup to enable enduring breath. After accomplishing my mission, my new pal and I began our attack. I made a few mistakes on this day, one of them being NOT anonymous. My druid presence quickly became known in the wilderness of Lake of Ill Omen. I understand the excitement. “At LAST, a way out” they must have thought. I told those requesting ports to meet at my sandy bind point near the mouth of the lake. As I approached an anxious crowd, I DID notice my charm broke. While my hasted pet is a true beast, he would cower at my fear cast. What I didn't notice prior to charm breaking, Charlie (my barracuda) had aggro’d Crusader Deezin and both were hot on my trail. Charlie reached me first, as Crusader Deezin was stopping frequently to cast dots on me. I went to fear my friend-turned-enemy and terror struck. I had not replaced my enduring breath spell gem. Fear was not loaded. With the help of Crusader Deezin’s dots, Charlie made short work of me and went on his way. Crusader Deezin approached as I fell to the ground, gasping my last breath. My soon-to-be passengers watched in horror, but now from a distance, as I quickly respawned naked at Crusader Deezin’s feet. He had no mercy for my predicament, after all he was the big fish in this small pond. I ran, but was slain without remorse. /OOC lit up with gasps and moans as my riders watched the disaster happening before their eyes. “You have lost your level” shown after the second death. I was defeated. Just then, a stranger passed and saw my quandary. He gained the attention of Crusader Deezin and kited him away towards the zone line. I was a bit blue around the gills at this point and slumped away to mem my spells safely. I’m not sure what happened to my passengers, but they must have gained the common sense to take the boat instead. I logged off and have been drinking like a fish ever since. Now, I’m not fishing for compliments, but I wouldn't mind a drinking partner. | ||
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