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So there was this horrible gnome wizard (no offence Haggle) in Ocean of Tears at the named sisters when I was levelling my necro. I'd split the 2 in the hut, and was comfortably semi-afk between pulls.
This gnome shows up as I pull the next respawn and nukes the crap out of her, loots up, and runs back up the hill some of the way and sits down. So I send a tell asking if there's a problem, no reply. Next respawn, same deal...a necro just isn't out dps'ing a wizard. I was regretting splitting the camp, because he had the mana every time to keep nuking them. Made a petition, and to cut a long story short... Amelinda gets back to me about 8 hours later asking if he's still there. I had logged in the meanwhile so she didn't have the chance to reply while I was offline. The little bastard got away with it. I don't know if he still plays, but if he does... I hate him, and hope he drowns in the sea. The End ...I think that's the best story in a while, can anyone top it? Licking my lips at the 10k plat for sure [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]
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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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that story about everyone getting trolled by that old AON/COF giveaway thread getting necro bumped is pretty funny
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Escapegoat / Pharmakos / Madriax
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blame sKrible760 for todays resurrection after three months after two years. http://www.project1999.org/forums/sh...&postcount=130 and now blame those after this post who STILL dont realize. | |||
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So at original launch of EQ back in 99 my friend Jeff was the first to buy the game. Since the rest of my friends and I were poor college students we would play on his account whenever he wasn't home. Our friend Donnie had decided to start a Monk. Jeff would sometimes get mad at us for being on his computer all of the time. He would say "come on I have a project to work" or "Dammit I want to play log your character off." We would of course do this as soon as we could camp at safe spot, except Donnie. Donnie always had an excuse to not get off right away, one time Jeff waited over an hour for him to get off. Jeff would even wake to the clicking of his keyboard and look and see Donnie playing. Finally Jeff had enough of this and decided to do something about it. So Donnie left for class one day and Jeff, with me watching, logged on to Donnie's monk. He swan it out to the middle of Lake Rathetear and let him drown then logged back out of his character. Needless to say Donnie was only about level 6 so his swimming skill was horrible. When Donnie tried to log in when he got home he found his monk naked. Asking Jeff if he knew what happened Jeff replied "yeah I drowned that bitch and good luck getting your corpse back." Jeff told Donnie where it was and needless to say Donnie could not recover his corpse because he would drown before he could get all the way down, loot and get back up. After multiple tries and dropping all the way down to level 5 again Donnie gave up. Thus ends the tale of Donnie's Monk.
PS We all eventually got our own accounts, even Donnie, and played the game for many years. | ||
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We just gotta keep necro'ing old giveaway threads, don't we...
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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.
before he went down he channeled William Wallace, Mel Gibson style, and shouted "FREEDOM!!" as he was torn to bits. good times | ||
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