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        Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day
        

            
            

                
                
                    Advice, Be Like, and Books: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        Be Like, Books, and Complex: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
I hope I can become this spiteful one day
        

            
            

                
                
                    Be Like, Books, and Complex: shock
 if fallout 76 really is a world where "every
 character is a real person" & there's no NPCs
 im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly
 tavern barkeep and then once i've established
 enough of a rapport i'm going to nuke all of
 west virginia and it will be in character
 teamOplayerO
 someone help where's the screenshot of
 some post somewhere about the mmo player
 who barkept for a longass time then fucked
 absolutely everyone over
 yes-sica
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a
 heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online
 server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned
 tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE
 BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I
 was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage
 druid, and ranger that played the game. After they
 went out and grinded their skills and did their quests,
 I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of
 ale. I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome
 food and booze (max level cooking!) and was privy
 to all the gossip.
 Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was
 brewing massive amounts of the most
 gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
 year I roleplayed with these people as a simple
 barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant
 and then during a harvest festival where every player
 on our server was in attendance and I was payed to
 provide the food and drink... I poisoned every last
 morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the
 reagent delivered his speech and all of these fools
 raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly
 sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what had
 happened. They where all going to die, and die they
 did.
 Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore
 rpers mind you) and some had been playing those
 characters for 8 years and there they all were
 collapsed and dying. Soon they were all
 unconscious, as you could only die if you went
 unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head
 which I did to every player in our group of 38. They
 were all there, and unfortunately so was I
 Revenge against what, you ask?
 So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp
 and pk, essentially the GMs had to determine if there
 was in character justification for any instance of
 disputed player killing, obviously my situation
 prompted a call for an investigation. I understood
 those rules from the start though, and I kept a written
 log in the game where I detailed my character's
 building hatred of every single other player character
 in the world. He would keep track of every little thing
 from petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more
 importantly I adopted the little mannerisms that
 people roleplayed to develop their characters into
 the madness of mine
 So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how
 infuriating Cedric found it in his journal, and soon he
 had multiple journals packed full of a thousand
 reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably
 re: server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who
 was also the server admin had some ornate cloak
 with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
 about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what
 kind of insufferable prick he must have been for
 wearing it.
 I would just write one or two things down every day
 for over a year, so I had many books full for the GMs
 to locate in the tavern basement and read through.
 The result was that they found my massacre to be in
 good form and in-character, so the server was not
 rolled back and instead they decided to reset and
 implement a new landmass they had been working
 on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a
 handful of the veteran players who had been top dog
 for several years in their little gladiator arena.
 I only did any of it because my first character was
 murdered by some overzealous asshole who just
 used his character to project his inferiority complex.
 He killed me on my second day on the server
 because I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it
 was taking place in the middle of town and there was
 a crowd, of course I was curious) and because I was
 not invited and he was a known prick it was found
 justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the
 emotional turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
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        Target, Tumblr, and Blog: anneimator:

the gossip kings of europe- this is a dangerous sight to have pointed in your direction
        

            
            

                
                
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        Complex, Fire, and Food: ] Nwahserasera 1 point 20 hours ago
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played
 Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was
 poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After
 they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale
 I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze(max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little
 did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible
 For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant, and
 then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food
 and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all
 of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what
 had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server(hardcore rpers
 mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon
 they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head... which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there,
 and unfortunately so was I
perkwunos:
Part of me is very fascinated with the idea of mmo rping that’s this complex/multi-layered and the other part of me is concerned that this person dedicated the time to do something this Fucked Up
        

            
            

                
                
                    Complex, Fire, and Food: ] Nwahserasera 1 point 20 hours ago
 God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played
 Cedric Sartone, simple farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE IN TOWN. It was
 poppin every night, I was buddies with every adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After
 they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale
 I'd buy their ingredients and make awesome food and booze(max level cooking!) and was privy to all the gossip. Little
 did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible
 For over a year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be their friend and confidant, and
 then during a harvest festival where every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide the food
 and drink... I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all
 of these fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I stepped onto the stage and revealed what
 had happened. They where all going to die, and die they did. Now this was a permanent death server(hardcore rpers
 mind you) and some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all were, collapsed and dying. Soon
 they were all unconscious, as you could only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
 psychotic bartender came and cut off your head... which I did to every player in our group of 38. They were all there,
 and unfortunately so was I
perkwunos:
Part of me is very fascinated with the idea of mmo rping that’s this complex/multi-layered and the other part of me is concerned that this person dedicated the time to do something this Fucked Up
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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