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#121
03-07-2013, 06:33 PM
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was down in OS pre-velious with a group, paladin was pulling (dont recall why) and either he ran into a train or pulled way to many mobs.. shouted for us to evac as he took one for the team.
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#122
03-07-2013, 07:13 PM
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Oh man... here's going way back.
So I was about 10 or 12 when I first started playing. I made a Wood Elf Ranger of which I put all of my points into strength and stamina, don't judge me I wanted him to be durable. So, I made a friend in the game and his name was Iinen. So, I could never figure out how to send him a tell because everytime I would type /Linen (Yeah, I was dumb. Some how I didn't figure out it was a capital I not a lowercase L). So when I wanted to talk to him I would shout out in the zone, "linen! Send me a tell!" until he finally did. He eventually corrected me and I figured out how to send him a tell. Then, as I was running around Gfay I would hear people alllllllll day shouting about how they would pay for a SoW or they are looking for a SoW. Now, I had never experienced my clothes ripping in the game before but I figured it must be a common thing since so many people really need this SoW. So, I went up the lift one day, clothes still in tact, and bought a sewing kit. I came down and sat at PoD lift and starting shouting, "SoWing at PoD lift! Donations accepted." Mirroring messages I had heard before. I figured I'd be rolling in the plat in no time! So my first customer walks up and hails me. I put the sewing kit in trade and wait for the money to show up. He cancels the trade and sends me a tell laughing at me, doesn't tell me why just merely laughs and walks off. So now I'm confused and don't know if I'm doing this SoWing thing right or not. The next guy walks up and the other guy is standing right next to him. He hails me, I put the sewing kit in trade and he too cancels and laughs at me. I'm now seriously doubting my tailoring ability. So, the next customer walks up, hails me and I give him the kit. He cancels the trade and sends me a tell explaining the difference between SoW and sew. I now feel stupid and I made a Necromancer. /fin | ||
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#124
08-04-2013, 07:04 AM
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Cearobinson that was a Damn funny story. Made me lol the whole way through the second paragraph. Good stuff man!
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#125
08-04-2013, 11:40 AM
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I might have been down there for sixty days or sixty weeks. It's easy to lose touch with time in an underground North Korean dungeon. Each time an officer took one of my fingers, or an ear, I felt my sanity drain out in equal parts with my lifeblood. I was slowly losing sight of reality. But I never lost sight of the mission...or of her...
My unit had been running yellow ops in NK when we were taken. We had gone over the wall with the task of determining if Lil' Kim Jong's new ICBM platforms were constructed of red-blooded American Lego bricks or the half-assed Chinese equivalent, Mega-Blox. The former would mean treachery by the beloved toy company, and the swift retalitory invasion of Legoland. We didn't make it to the LZ for pickup. We were overrun enroute and after the bloodbath I woke up in this brick and steel coffin. Buried, but not dead. "Arise, brave knight," the woman's voice was like a song. My vision blurred, but through the haze I could make out the soft elven features and flowing hair. It was Firiona (not Fiona) Vie crooning me back to the living world. Her face reminded me of simpler days...playing EQ before my enlistment. A carefree time when hearing "Man down! Man down!" only meant that there was a ranger in the group and the only man in a turban I'd ever killed was Cazel. When the memories flooded in, I knew that I'd make it through. Shortly after waking, the torture began. A Korean officer would work me over with his bloody tools and ask questions in broken English. My answer was always the same: "Fuck you, you plat-farming bastard!" As the days grew long and it seemed like I would forget my own name under the stress, I wrote my EQ username and password on my own severed ear and hid it deep in my ass. They could take my memories and my humanity, but they wouldn't take my level 19 druid. Through the hardship and torment to come, thoughts of Norrath and Firiona's sweet words kept me alive. After the North Koreans released me in exchance for a few Happy Meals, and after a painful and unorthydox password recovery, I returned to Norrath. And now I play from this field hospital in Laos. The dank smells of that cell still come back to me every time I zone into KC and I hear the cackle of laughing Koreans every time I strike a decaying skeleton. | ||
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#126
08-04-2013, 09:30 PM
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Ugly ass ogre.
So I joined EQ shortly after the release of Velious, after much prodding from a friend of mine. He played a ranger and was early 30ish lvl when I created my first toon. I first created a human monk and that didn't last long since they are so GD blind (should be race specifically named Blind Ass Human Monk). Before I had abandoned the monk I was bitten by the EQ bug and was enthralled with the game.
My re-roll that I intended to be absolutely committed to was an Ogre Warrior. Of course I discussed this with my friend first. Initially I really liked the look of the Barbarian but, again, I was coerced into creating an ogre since they have much higher HP and stun immunity. So I ventured off into the world of Norrath and began my conquest to be the biggest baddest mo. fu. of a warrior I could be. I even ended up playing like a crack addict and eventually caught up in level with my friend before he reached 60. Getting that ugly, fat, tall, wide ogre to 60 was actually very much fun. But you could almost just look at that poor bastard and smell him he was so ugly. In my blind fury of the race to catch my friend in level I ended up being broke all the time. Passing over dungeon running, I was almost always lacking in gear and times were hard. But that's what made it such a challenge. Not even having the cash for shrink potions or any gear with shrink made joining a group interesting as some times I'd be asked to go somewhere I'd not been before and when I finally got there for the first time I realized my fat ugly ass couldn't fit through the corridors and hallways. Frustration none the less sat in; and I decided what I needed was an item to fix this. So being a dutiful tank for my friend any time he needed a tank. He was rather un-happy to hear that I'd be going on hiatus for approx. 3 weeks to farm the wood elf helm. I explained to him my only salvation for this fat, ugly, stinky, shittyness they call ogre tanking was to kill frogs till my eyes bleed (ykesha expansion). He finally agreed that it would help and he would even drop in and help from time to time. I was delighted at this news since I had no heals, no pots, no clicky gear, or anything to ease the pain of soloing as a warrior. So I logged out and mentally prepared my self for what I expected to be quite an adventure. Again I was about to head somewhere I'd never gone. I went to allakhazams and did my research. I printed out maps and made notes. And by the time I logged in to start this trek I was fully prepared! At least that's what I thought. So as I began to load up to the character selection screen, after entering my user name and password, I noticed something strange. My first thought was that I had created an oddly similar user name and password as someone else and had mistakenly typed it in error. So I quickly logged out and re-loaded the game just to be safe. Upon re-entry I carefully typed my user and pwd again making sure I made no miss-clicks this time. When I finally loaded up the screen for character selection again my heart fluttered. Then it began to pound in my chest. I blinked, things got kinda white and my skin felt prickly like when your feet fall asleep. I even started sweating, palms clammy and cold with my hands shaking I hit enter and began to load into the world. This was the longest load into the world! It seemed like it took 15 minutes to load. With my heart racing and adrenaline pumping, my tunnel vision focused on a the most ugly ogre even I had ever seen. And I had to stare at my ogres ugly fat ass for months prior! But what my eyes were looking at I could not, at first, comprehend. He was pink... I moved and hoped it was a glitch. I unequipped my gear hoping it was a glitch. I went to buy some cheap armor, cloth even .. anything to equip hoping it was a glitch. But alas there was another problem. I could NOT buy anything. Apparently even my platinum had disappeared. I was close to a bank so I ran in and checked. My bank was empty too. Not just the platinum I had on the ogre! I had none on the ogre. I had none in the bank. I had my inventory cleared out as well. At this point my shirt was clinging to my chest from the sweat. And my mind was finally realizing that I had nothing I could do except play this ugly thing to try and earn enough cash to dye my armor back. Two days go by and I finally hear from my friend who I had been trying to get a hold of and share the horrible news of what had happened. When I answer the call I immediately hear laughter. Puzzled I asked what he was doing. Not answering my question he asks if I had played much recently; that he had been busy and couldn't log on but he had hoped my trek for my illusion item had began well. Laughter in his voice the whole time in those first few sentences, I started to put two and two together! After some of my screaming and his laughing uncontrollably he explained all is well and it was nothing more than a joke. He had kept it all safe while I had my heart attack. Looking back we still laugh about the ugly pink stinky ogre. But at the time it defiantly was not what I could call even slightly humorous. I hope you guys enjoy this true EQ story. | ||
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#127
08-04-2013, 10:31 PM
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I started playing EQ in 2000 on Rallos Zek as a 11 year old kid cause my older brothers told me, "those other servers are for the wussies." Well hey, I was no wussy! Many a tales to be had from my 11 year old self on Rallos; most involve me crying IRL because I lost my crafted leggings or something, and then my brothers proceeding to tell all of Mistmoore in /ooc about it =/.
But this story is more about a legacy. On Rallos, me and my brothers played a lot of Gnomes; because Gnomes were good solo classes and Steamfont was the shit. Well, if you played Rallos between 2000-20001 and you hunted in Steamfont, you knew the name Zekette. Zekette was a female Gnome warrior, and she was an un-stoppable force at the time. I'm talking about everyone knew of her, died to her prolly, and new to keep a look out if you were in the same zone as her. Looking back at it, I am pretty sure she just had full crafted/2 short sword yek/55hp rings, nothing TOO crazy, but at the time, that gear was reallllly good. She was relentless, and me and my brothers would constantly die to her. I remember one day though, watching my brother play, and there was a Gnome force of probably 6-7 people chasing her down. I remember excitingly watching from over my brothers shoulders, seeing her HP slowly dwindle as more and more upset Gnomes joined in the fight! Just as she was getting low, and I'm screaming at my brother to get the last hit, she just dies. =/ No one can loot her corpse either; it's just a cluster fuk of 10 gnomes spam clicking the corpse to no avail =(. "WADA HACKING BITCH OMG SHE HACKS PEITITON THIS NOW!" Turn's out she was using the ole pull your 55hp ring trick, but of course us noobs knew nothing of that at the time; so she was deff hacking. Well, fast forward to like 2011 or something. One of my friends, who was part of this 2000 Rallos playing back in the day with us, was actually playing P99 in the commons area at his college. Some random person saw this, and walked up to my friend and began talking to him. Turns out this guy played EQ aswell! Turns out he also played on Rallos back in 2000! Turns out this guy was Zekette!!!...=/ The bane of mannnnyyy people's life was nothing more then an 13 year old kid at the time~~ | ||
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#128
08-04-2013, 10:32 PM
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Ugly ass ogre.
So I joined EQ shortly after the release of Velious, after much prodding from a friend of mine. He played a ranger and was early 30ish lvl when I created my first toon. I first created a human monk and that didn't last long since they are so GD blind (should be race specifically named Blind Ass Human Monk). Before I had abandoned the monk I was bitten by the EQ bug and was enthralled with the game.
My re-roll that I intended to be absolutely committed to was an Ogre Warrior. Of course I discussed this with my friend first. Initially I really liked the look of the Barbarian but, again, I was coerced into creating an ogre since they have much higher HP and stun immunity. So I ventured off into the world of Norrath and began my conquest to be the biggest baddest mo. fu. of a warrior I could be. I even ended up playing like a crack addict and eventually caught up in level with my friend before he reached 60. Getting that ugly, fat, tall, wide ogre to 60 was actually very much fun. But you could almost just look at that poor bastard and smell him he was so ugly. In my blind fury of the race to catch my friend in level I ended up being broke all the time. Passing over dungeon running, I was almost always lacking in gear and times were hard. But that's what made it such a challenge. Not even having the cash for shrink potions or any gear with shrink made joining a group interesting as some times I'd be asked to go somewhere I'd not been before and when I finally got there for the first time I realized my fat ugly ass couldn't fit through the corridors and hallways. Frustration none the less sat in; and I decided what I needed was an item to fix this. So being a dutiful tank for my friend any time he needed a tank. He was rather un-happy to hear that I'd be going on hiatus for approx. 3 weeks to farm the wood elf helm. I explained to him my only salvation for this fat, ugly, stinky, shittyness they call ogre tanking was to kill frogs till my eyes bleed (ykesha expansion). He finally agreed that it would help and he would even drop in and help from time to time. I was delighted at this news since I had no heals, no pots, no clicky gear, or anything to ease the pain of soloing as a warrior. So I logged out and mentally prepared my self for what I expected to be quite an adventure. Again I was about to head somewhere I'd never gone. I went to allakhazams and did my research. I printed out maps and made notes. And by the time I logged in to start this trek I was fully prepared! At least that's what I thought. So as I began to load up to the character selection screen, after entering my user name and password, I noticed something strange. My first thought was that I had created an oddly similar user name and password as someone else and had mistakenly typed it in error. So I quickly logged out and re-loaded the game just to be safe. Upon re-entry I carefully typed my user and pwd again making sure I made no miss-clicks this time. When I finally loaded up the screen for character selection again my heart fluttered. Then it began to pound in my chest. I blinked, things got kinda white and my skin felt prickly like when your feet fall asleep. I even started sweating, palms clammy and cold with my hands shaking I hit enter and began to load into the world. This was the longest load into the world! It seemed like it took 15 minutes to load. With my heart racing and adrenaline pumping, my tunnel vision focused on a the most ugly ogre even I had ever seen. And I had to stare at my ogres ugly fat ass for months prior! But what my eyes were looking at I could not, at first, comprehend. He was pink... I moved and hoped it was a glitch. I unequipped my gear hoping it was a glitch. I went to buy some cheap armor, cloth even .. anything to equip hoping it was a glitch. But alas there was another problem. I could NOT buy anything. Apparently even my platinum had disappeared. I was close to a bank so I ran in and checked. My bank was empty too. Not just the platinum I had on the ogre! I had none on the ogre. I had none in the bank. I had my inventory cleared out as well. At this point my shirt was clinging to my chest from the sweat. And my mind was finally realizing that I had nothing I could do except play this ugly thing to try and earn enough cash to dye my armor back. Two days go by and I finally hear from my friend who I had been trying to get a hold of and share the horrible news of what had happened. When I answer the call I immediately hear laughter. Puzzled I asked what he was doing. Not answering my question he asks if I had played much recently; that he had been busy and couldn't log on but he had hoped my trek for my illusion item had began well. Laughter in his voice the whole time in those first few sentences, I started to put two and two together! After some of my screaming and his laughing uncontrollably he explained all is well and it was nothing more than a joke. He had kept it all safe while I had my heart attack. Looking back we still laugh about the ugly pink stinky ogre. But at the time it defiantly was not what I could call even slightly humorous. I hope you guys enjoy this true EQ story. | ||
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08-04-2013, 10:50 PM
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