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![]() I was in my mid 20's, hanging around in a small town in Missouri when George the GERman (He looked like a giant dwarf with beard and all) told me computers had finally advanced enough to make a decent D&D game. I went to the store and bought a copy of the game and grew five inches of beard loading it.
His druid was 35, named Troma Splitpaw. He took me from Felwithe to Qeynos for some reason. In retrospect I think it was to start interacting with the gnolls he loved so much. It was late and he logged for the night, and I started running around the Karanas. I knew nothing of binding. I remember seeing a Giant bearing down on me and someone shouting "Run". LOADING, PLEASE WAIT... The next day he bound me in Qeynos. He looked concerned when I rolled an Enchanter and told me it was a bad choice for a starting character, but I stuck to my guns, visions of making magical swords swimming in my mind. Shortly after I saw a marriage at the waterfall in EK and I was hooked on the depth of the game and the community who played. Brimacombe was born. I think I got his name out of the phone book... I guarantee you I will be buying EQ Next the day it comes out. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] - Brimacombe On a similar funny note, I was in a group in Unrest with a German guild, and I kept asking if they wanted me to cast mist on them. They kept not replying, so I kept asking. Only later did my friend tell me that mist is slang for feces. I was asking them if they wanted me to throw feces on them. Still brings a smile to my face. I still wish I could drop plat so I could minor illusion it and when someone in WFP tried to pick me up shout "DON'T TOUCH ME!" | ||
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