Post by Neek on Feb 7, 2005 16:20:42 GMT -5
Here's my interesting FO story.
About two weeks after Marrek started playing, as I got out of my house, I saw a bunch of ST's surrounding his house and a few of them right at his door. Surprised, I was.
There were about 8 or 10 and while they were just standing there, i decided that their lives wasn't worth living, and that they had to go. So I sat there, right next to them and while buffing myself, i started to sharpen my scyth and applying a nice power up to it.
When I was ready, i took a brandy shot, stood in the middle of them and started to play my favorite song... it's called "Two handed area attack 3". As I started to attack them, they showed me their respect and gratitude in ending their miseries by kneeling all around me (love that posture change). They just stayed there, on one knee, accepting their fate (the one I chose for them).
When one's head became one with my scyth (Made by Olios), their blood started to dye the sand, the color of the evening sun.
When the music changed and my combat queue went away, i was standing in the middle of beautiful circle of corpses. Most of them only carried pathetic amounts of cash but one had a poster, which i'm proudly displaying in my med shop.
So, that was my story.
About two weeks after Marrek started playing, as I got out of my house, I saw a bunch of ST's surrounding his house and a few of them right at his door. Surprised, I was.
There were about 8 or 10 and while they were just standing there, i decided that their lives wasn't worth living, and that they had to go. So I sat there, right next to them and while buffing myself, i started to sharpen my scyth and applying a nice power up to it.
When I was ready, i took a brandy shot, stood in the middle of them and started to play my favorite song... it's called "Two handed area attack 3". As I started to attack them, they showed me their respect and gratitude in ending their miseries by kneeling all around me (love that posture change). They just stayed there, on one knee, accepting their fate (the one I chose for them).
When one's head became one with my scyth (Made by Olios), their blood started to dye the sand, the color of the evening sun.
When the music changed and my combat queue went away, i was standing in the middle of beautiful circle of corpses. Most of them only carried pathetic amounts of cash but one had a poster, which i'm proudly displaying in my med shop.
So, that was my story.
