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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 teamOplayer0 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, 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 knowI 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 . 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 l said f'ck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won ifunny.co Hardcore MMO player's strategy
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4chan, Alive, and Brains: File: afba3991a4c42a077251a1752(..).jpg (66 KB, 950x420) Anonymous 02/04/19(Mon)14:48:06 No.791804456 >2030 >apocalypse happened >nuclear exchange devestates the earth be survivor looking for compound to hide out in >find one that looks secure and is occupied >the outer walls have something painted on them >"4Chan" p3 am let in but don't see anyone >inhabitants all stay in single huts with doors locked and rarely talk occasionally a person comes out with a handrawn picture and slips it through another person's mail slot >hear chuckles from inside and a different picture comes out >person chuckles and goes back to their hut >try to talk to the people get cursed out, insulted, told to kys, but not told to leave >do it anyway >as I go hear someone say "he'll be back. They always come back..." >find another compound, walls look safe but this one looks like it burned down from inside walls say "Tumblr" >find canniblized mostly female skeletons inside, residents must've killed and eaten each other each other >nope.wav >another compound, "Twitter" where people live in self-segregated groups, screeching at each other and throwing shit >try to intervene and be rational, get pelted from all sides >find "Reddit," looks nice >lead by authoritarian class called "mods" who kick people out for retarded reasons >people sell each other out to the mods for something called "karma," barely make it out alive >find "Facebook," a high tech bunker where all the residents are drugged, hooked up to video screens and IV drips while their blood and brains are slowly drained away >fuckme. >find "Snapchat," more than half of the residents are hookers who spend all daydrawing pictures of themselves while the men fight over them and barter with hookers for drawings >find "Pinterest," pictures of food and cringey motivational quotes everywhere even though everyone had already starved to death >find "Instagram," mix of Pinterest and 4chan but full of cringey teens first Anonymous 02/04/19(Mon)14:48:35 No.791804481 Cont. >find "Vine," long since abandoned and nothing to scavenge >find "Quora" everyone is an insufferable know-it-all and everyone asks retarded questions >find many other compounds, either I don't fit in, they aren't safe, or they just suck >find self back at 4chan, realize that this was the place I felt most at home in all along >I pick out an empty hut >before I go in, make eye contact with neighbor who nods "welcome back, anon" >good to be back Anon is a survivor
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Facepalm, Family, and Friends: Hmm. This bridge is only 99.997% safe. RtAVM 0 Safe tbin SW swim #AntiVaxxerLogic Being anti vax is like choosing to swim across a crocodile infested river instead of using the bridge because you're scared of the bridge collapsing 7 hours ago . Unlike .山48 . Reply . Message A- Being provax is like thi I'm not going into that water bc someone told me there are crocodiles in there that will eat me. My friends and family have swam through, and were never bothered by a crocodile, but I'm going to stay out of that water just in case. And I'm going to stand here and harass anyone who dare goes into that water "If you go into that water, then *l" will get eaten by a crocodile even though I use the super safe bridge that I trust blindly." Like Reply Message 2 2 hrs Insufferable Intolerance Blog Being provax is actually like this: We have a documented history of people dying from crocodiles in the water. We've seen it, we've treated their injuries and many have died. We use the bridge because it's safer. Its been built according to government regulations and safety standards and passed quality control before it opened. It was created using world class technology and the world leaders in the field if engineering. There are third world countries that don't have bridges over their crocodile infested waters and people die. Whenever people try to build bridges in those areas, they get harassed and bullied and called shills for "Big Bridge" by conspiracy theorist parents who have never worked in construction or even seen an engineering textbook, who have done a 5 minute Google search on how bridges work and who think that just because they've never seen a crocodile above the water means that there are none lurking below Like Reply b5 Like Reply- 5 Anti-vaxxer logic

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Ass, Bad, and Children: latining trepzilla Follow zintersoldier white person: *eats chicken tikka masala once* i just.... i feel so connected... to indian culture I'm learning to speak islam.... check out my third eye.. chakra teaboot Every time I see this. Every damn time. l'm immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. "Hit the gong to begin class", "Namaste, Children", " wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle" ass bastard. "Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions" ass fucker. Mr. "Here's a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words" asshole. Pretentious-ass, condescending motherfucker. "Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?" "dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?" "No." "Then why are you asking" Every goddamn day. Fuck. "You seem tense." Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe l 'seem tense' because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven-foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli-smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like "a tre.. ls a Poem" and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No l'm Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe I don't wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to "align our auras" or some shit. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing 'kumbaya' with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, l'd go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician. What, I don't wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly l'm the troubled youth' you need to Robin Williams "O Captain My Captain" your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You're not "Enlightened", you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls sexin-my-xbox Now we don't have time to unpack all of that. latining that's just what English 101 is like. #there's a reason I chose classics 329,008 notes Do.. you need a therapist?
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