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and i think i can recall some guy actually named Puke... can u believe that? a name like Puke :S
or was it Lukas?? hmm
I beilive it was Duke...And his father was Muff Diver..I think Not too sure...But i do know the dish is gone off that ship.......
THEY KILLED KENNY!!!!
Tunnel Cam 3423 SEQ - 1138.T
So yeah, here is proof that she's not the same ship she used to be
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Jaguarrr wrote:
If people ask me to "smuggle" their weapons, armour or faction points, when they in fact mean slicing and delegating and continue saying smuggling.
IT MAKES ME SO FARKING ANGRY! ITS INSULTING! DESTROY! BLOOD! GORE! KILL! TEAR THEIR GUTS OUT! BLOOD! DEATH!
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Musta missed that my first time around. Amen. Not the best story, but no one has posted in a while.
I pop into Mos Eisley and I get two tells at the same time. I check my tag and sure enough, I have left my "master smuggler" tag up rom when I was roleplaying on Kash.
I hate it when I do that. The first tell is some level 3 asking for creds. I reply.
"Look kid, I'm a little broke myself or I wouldn't be here." So true. Since I've recently offered my services to guildmates for free, it has left this loot hunter nearly broke. A sensation I am unaccustomed to. Even more wierd is, I've spent more money on components this week than I have for junk for my house
The level 3 runs offf and that's the end of that.
I look for the second teller among the sea of heads and end up /targeting him. I walk out to find a lone level 65.
Good. At least he's not new. I tell him I charge 40k for the level 2 speed and damage (The standard slices I've been doing because of damage cap.)
Him: Why so much?
Me: I usually don't offer this service to outsiders and I'm a little broke ATM." You're paying for the services of a master. I'm also in a hurry and would like to get his Mark quest over with.
Him: hmmmm.....
God, doesn't this guy get a clue? Besides, 40k is what? 4.5 Bol missions?
Me: There's a spammer in Theed, you could e-mail her and wait for her to get on." I also gave him the names off three others off the top of my head.
Thinking that's it, I hop on my bike and take off. No sooner had I left than I get a tell "wait!" and 40k pops in my bank account. /Groan!
I don't have time for this! I yell at my keyboard. I stand in the ray of waypoint light where a Bounty Hunter should be as the little blue dot comes closer. He hands me a Krayt Rifle as I'm praying to the slicing gods that this not be a pre-CU weapon.
It works and I hand him back his gun. As he's telling me how much better the gun is, I see out of the corner of my eye, the little level 3 from earlier. Perhaps he is not so new after all. At this point my client decides to speak in spatial.
Him: "Did you get my money?"DOH! I wanted to hit him, but I decided the better of it, being an overt Rebel. (I was still in a roleplaying mood.) I pull out my bike, leap on with a double click (I usually radial.) and try to fly away.
I end up flat on my face as I had just gotten within aggro range of an impereal officer. My bike is in flames, sparking behind me. Well, at least I'm 40m away from where I was. The level 3 runs just within camera range, but out of my 35m pistol range. Whether that was intentional or not I do not know. It was a neat observation. (could he be a roleplayer?)
"MY BIKE!" I roared at the officer and took out my vengence on the now helpless officer. /underhandshot /bodyshot /panicshot and whatever else my toolbar had. I call on my Cu pa, Silverfoot and whirl to face the level 3.
"You're lucky I admire your spirit!" I yell and /tip him 10k. So much for my profit margin. I really need to stop being the nice guy.
I /gallop away as I get a tell. "Do you want me to buy you a new bike?" Forget the waypoints tonight. I logoff.
)we were in Tyrena cantina. We're both overt as I /delegate 16666 factions points, then immedeatly afterwards, I go combatant again.
We stand around and chit-chat a little (the poor guys wants to be a smuggler and tells me how he already got the "engineering 4" branch. I felt a little bad about bursting his bubble about SOE, when I told him the manual was obsolete).
Anyways, I decide to leave, when I notice the wook is still Special Forces. I tell him that he might want to go combatant.
He thanks me and go Combatant, and we both run to the starport.
When we reach the starport I suddenly see to red dots on my radar, and a second later the "You are now a combatant.. bla bla bla" message, and let out a sigh of relief. BUt, hey... what about the wookie?
" PC stormtroopers come bursting out the starport gate blasting away at the poor wookie. 4 seconds later we have "the corpse of...." lying there. One of the stormie pc's /tips me 10K and thanks me for me service by assisting the empire in tracking down this dangerous fugitive.
I felt a little bad for the wookie and tipped him 100K as compensation and stuff, but luckily he could see the cool RP aspect of the whole situation.
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry for this:
I was advertising Rebel FP, and got a mail from someone:
Wook: Hi, can I buy 30k FP off you?
Me: Sure, meet at Rebel Outpost on Rori?
Wook: Sure.
So we meet there. The guy tips me the money, I buy the first 10k FP, try to send it.
*error message*You can only delegate 928 FP
Now I notice he's not a Rebel.
Me: Why didn't you say? We could have saved over 30 mins trying to fix it! Go the Imperial recruiter in Bestine and leave the Empire.
I felt bad but we'd made the deal, it was his problem, not mine. So he goes away and finally comes back 30 minutes later, after being to Naboo and Talus accoridngto the Group monitor. By thsi time I'm getting frustrated. So I send him the fp, he gets a few promotions, I send the rest of the FP.
Me: Ok, all done. Have fun.
Wook: Thanks! So what do I do with FP?
Me: Er........
WaerbGloofin wrote:
At the cantina in Anchorhead we had an imperial raid run through. Rather than get blasted to oblivion, I feigned death and was quickly laid out. After the imps had left I had a novice doctor and a medic try to heal me. They couldn't figure out why I didn't get up because my HAM was at 100%. So while they are intently discussing whether I'm afk or not I stand up and say:
"Beige, I think I'll paint the ceiling beige." And do a /pointup
I LOVE this one! I have this page bookmarked so when I get a moment at work I read it. These are sooo funny!
Just in case y'all missed it, this thread has 2000+ posts now.
Way to go, Smugglers!
WillburWright wrote:
Just in case y'all missed it, this thread has 2000+ posts now.
Way to go, Smugglers!
3 cheers for the "Chuckle For a Smuggler" thread!
hip hip!