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Thread: Vow of Poverty
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Rojo8401
Wed Mar 16, 2005 11:22 am
#1
Just wanted to post my own little story of redemption and of finding a way to enjoy this game again.
I started SWG in September 2003 with a Zabrak entertainer on Kettemoor. I spent one whole month running circles around Tyrena, not knowing a soul, not knowing where everybody was. And so I ran all the way to Kor Vella one day. I found the cantina, and within 20 minutes, my whole life changed. I was recruited into a prosperous guild on Naboo, was given a house, credits and a job playing in the cantina.
I became very wealthy and somewhere along the way, I became very bored. Oh, I had my monthly excursion to Tattooine where I would don only a Tusken robe, and set off into the wilderness to meditate. It was during those times that I sensed where my redemption may lie.
3 days ago I started a Bothan scout on Corbantis. I trained in marksman, outfitted myself with some very meager supplies; such as I could afford. I currently have 1609 credits, a chitin body armor, Tusken Rifle, used Ubese pants and about 6 basic camps.
I am sitting in a camp outside of Coronet. I am pointing my face towards the northeast, and I am running off to explore every inch of Corellia.
I am doing it alone. I am loving life again.
The path of the Ranger was my redemption all along. Tell me your stories of redemption.
I started SWG in September 2003 with a Zabrak entertainer on Kettemoor. I spent one whole month running circles around Tyrena, not knowing a soul, not knowing where everybody was. And so I ran all the way to Kor Vella one day. I found the cantina, and within 20 minutes, my whole life changed. I was recruited into a prosperous guild on Naboo, was given a house, credits and a job playing in the cantina.
I became very wealthy and somewhere along the way, I became very bored. Oh, I had my monthly excursion to Tattooine where I would don only a Tusken robe, and set off into the wilderness to meditate. It was during those times that I sensed where my redemption may lie.
3 days ago I started a Bothan scout on Corbantis. I trained in marksman, outfitted myself with some very meager supplies; such as I could afford. I currently have 1609 credits, a chitin body armor, Tusken Rifle, used Ubese pants and about 6 basic camps.
I am sitting in a camp outside of Coronet. I am pointing my face towards the northeast, and I am running off to explore every inch of Corellia.
I am doing it alone. I am loving life again.
The path of the Ranger was my redemption all along. Tell me your stories of redemption.
Caliet
Wed Mar 16, 2005 11:45 am
#2
Much like yourself I had enjoyed the first year plus of the game without question. Then I discovered buffs. And like an instant drug addict my life became all about earning credits just to get the nexts set of armor, food, weapon, and of course buffs. The game became a chore and my enjoyment level dropped way down.
The about August last year as I grew weary of village quests and bored with combat I started a new charecter on sunrunner and went pure entertainer. I had been a master musician before and loved it until combat became all kconsuming. So I took my new charecter down the entertainer path and made new friends and started looking forward to playing the game once more.
Still something was missing so I opened an old abandonded charecter, Ile. Ile was designed to go Bounty Hunter but I could never get the AP points to achieve that goal. But I had found that I enjoyed scout (master scout was required for BH when I created Ile.) So I picked up CH and Ranger. Now I have two professions that require almost no money, no buffs, no anything. Ile could dissapear into the wilderness and never see civilization again and do just fine in the game. I must say I enjoy having to plan out my attacks on creatures rather than charging at a kimogilla and hacking it to pieces with a vibroblade since damage is not an issue to the right template with the right food and buffs. This style of fighting is what makes the game fun not the overpowered button mashing 99% of the grinders do.
On a side note Ile recently won over a million credits and has so far successfully resisted all temptation to get a gold plated hoverchair for his camp or diamond studded collers for his Kaadu, or even buffs and armor.
Rojo8401
Wed Mar 16, 2005 11:57 am
#3
I love being poor. Just like you, I like having to pick and choose my fights, having to run when I miss with that first headshot. I love having to scrounge up everything. I will refuse any freebies. This vow of poverty is very real for me and crucial to my enjoyment at this point. I picked Corbantis because I don't know anyone at all. I also roleplay so this is very fun material to work with.
Thanks for your story and let's hear some more.
Thanks for your story and let's hear some more.
Vorpaks
Wed Mar 16, 2005 12:13 pm
#4
Rojo8401 wrote:
vow of poverty
I think of it more as a lifestyle.
Actually I am poor because I have no attention span. As soon as something starts to feel like a grind I fall asleep on my keyboard. *Bap!*dfjhgfjhgfjhfdjafhashdjaf... This keeps me nice and poor.
Actually I usually just prefer to do my hunting for bartering or promise of future items like food, meds, furniture, armor, etc. Pretty much whatever I hunt goes to my guild free of charge and they provide me with stuff in return.
Since I need very little this works out well. And it keeps me happy. Missions I run along the way keeps me in maintenance costs and food. When you put the competition part of the game (buff,grind,buff,grind) behind you, it becomes all about discovering the little quests that are hidden throughout the galaxy, seeing all the less-traveled places, and interacting with all the interesting people. When I hear this game has no content I laugh. The list of things I still want to do is pages long.
Message Edited by Vorpaks on 03-16-2005 02:14 PM
Rojo8401
Wed Mar 16, 2005 12:21 pm
#5
I forgot to mention that I will not own anything that requires a deed. No houses, harvestors, droids, vehicles, etc. I look forward to the day when I will be able to sneak up on a baby Carrion Spat, tame it and have it as my sole means of transport. But even that is a only just a dream for now.
After having everything and never appreciating it, I will have none and treasure it all. Sure, I will forever look like a noob, but that is not important. What is important is keeping it real. To my mind, a Ranger is not one to fly up on a foe, pumped full of chemicals, wearing shiny metallic armor, and laying waste to the land with a flamethrower, then having a robot clean up the entrails. It may suit others, and that is fine, but not me.
He does not own a palace or dig up the planet for it's minerals. He lives close to the land, in camps, with his pets as his only companions, eating what he finds, and being gruff and surly to greenhorns and cityfolk who want to hire his services.
After having everything and never appreciating it, I will have none and treasure it all. Sure, I will forever look like a noob, but that is not important. What is important is keeping it real. To my mind, a Ranger is not one to fly up on a foe, pumped full of chemicals, wearing shiny metallic armor, and laying waste to the land with a flamethrower, then having a robot clean up the entrails. It may suit others, and that is fine, but not me.
He does not own a palace or dig up the planet for it's minerals. He lives close to the land, in camps, with his pets as his only companions, eating what he finds, and being gruff and surly to greenhorns and cityfolk who want to hire his services.
Almagill
Wed Mar 16, 2005 12:27 pm
#6
Once upon a time I created a character on the Bria server. Being possessed of little imagination I chose to give him my name. My intention was to tinker about with him till I got used to the game, then delete him out and create my 'proper' toon. Things didn't quite work out that way.
He came into being in Mos Espa, at that time a hive of activity with a cantina that was regularly full of entertainers, commandoes, merchants and all sorts of folk. Ken' was just a little crafter, making PuP's and bits and bobs and selling them on the bazaar. Never particualrly rich, but always able to pay to keep his harvesters running.
After mastering artisan and starting on taylor, with a little marksman and scout, he did a few jobs for a mysterious stranger who would always pop into the cantina to log off just before one of the entertainers logged on. The mysterious stranger and the entertainer gave Ken' some good friendly advice about monkey making and also persuaded him to join an Imperial guild. In payment for one job (surveying Lok for some sort of metal, I really don't remember) the mysterious stranger gave him a bag saying "These will come in useful. I've got more than I'll ever need and you look like you're the sort that'd put these to good use".
In the bag were five funny little box like things, and, when Ken' tried to use one, a booming voice told him to Master Marksman. Well, shooting gorgs and womp rats for bone and hide had got his marksman skills pretty well up. The only line that needed filling was carbines (even Ranged Support was full to the top).
Next the little taylor was told "Master Commando". Well, he was in a good guild and there were lots of opportunities to go out armoured and buffed and blow the living daylights out of the local fauna.
Crawling back to the cantina one day, with yet another set of armour down to zero con, a backpack full of worn out weapons and just enough credits left to start over, he bumped into a guy sitting in the biggest tent he had ever seen. Knowing that camps help heal he stopped by and started chatting. Apparently the guy was a 'ranger'. He'd heard of these people in the cantina, usually when one of the commando or bounty hunters in the guild said "What do you make of so-and-so?? He's only gone wildman of the woods on us and become a ranger!! Man that perfeshun is so borked!".
He enjoyed the company of the ranger, something about him made Ken' relax and consider the game from a different perspective. There was a bit of admiration in the voices of others who visited the camp which had crafting stations and terminals and chairs and tables and... well...
Long story short.
Couple of days later I was travelling across Rori, mask scent up, looking for torton to get killed by to sell their hides to be able to afford to re-equip Commando Ken. A system message popped up saying I'd maxed scout XP. I'd NEVER capped anything before, always having put the points into dabbling in whatever prof they'd let me try. I parked the bike up, sat in my little scout camp and had a good hard think.
Straight to Mos Entha and round the back of the shuttle port, spoke to the trainer, signed up as a Ranger and never looked back.
Money? Well, I've always had 'enough' and rarely more than I need. I come and go as I please, I work for whom I want, have a PA hall and a couple of houses, a nice fleet of starships. I've sponsored a couple of docs from novice medic up, trained I don't know how many new Rangers and a good few Masters.
And the funny little box things? I think theres still two of them in a bag in my house somewhere. Along with a few other 'trinkets' that'll go in my display case when am ready to retire.
He came into being in Mos Espa, at that time a hive of activity with a cantina that was regularly full of entertainers, commandoes, merchants and all sorts of folk. Ken' was just a little crafter, making PuP's and bits and bobs and selling them on the bazaar. Never particualrly rich, but always able to pay to keep his harvesters running.
After mastering artisan and starting on taylor, with a little marksman and scout, he did a few jobs for a mysterious stranger who would always pop into the cantina to log off just before one of the entertainers logged on. The mysterious stranger and the entertainer gave Ken' some good friendly advice about monkey making and also persuaded him to join an Imperial guild. In payment for one job (surveying Lok for some sort of metal, I really don't remember) the mysterious stranger gave him a bag saying "These will come in useful. I've got more than I'll ever need and you look like you're the sort that'd put these to good use".
In the bag were five funny little box like things, and, when Ken' tried to use one, a booming voice told him to Master Marksman. Well, shooting gorgs and womp rats for bone and hide had got his marksman skills pretty well up. The only line that needed filling was carbines (even Ranged Support was full to the top).
Next the little taylor was told "Master Commando". Well, he was in a good guild and there were lots of opportunities to go out armoured and buffed and blow the living daylights out of the local fauna.
Crawling back to the cantina one day, with yet another set of armour down to zero con, a backpack full of worn out weapons and just enough credits left to start over, he bumped into a guy sitting in the biggest tent he had ever seen. Knowing that camps help heal he stopped by and started chatting. Apparently the guy was a 'ranger'. He'd heard of these people in the cantina, usually when one of the commando or bounty hunters in the guild said "What do you make of so-and-so?? He's only gone wildman of the woods on us and become a ranger!! Man that perfeshun is so borked!".
He enjoyed the company of the ranger, something about him made Ken' relax and consider the game from a different perspective. There was a bit of admiration in the voices of others who visited the camp which had crafting stations and terminals and chairs and tables and... well...
Long story short.
Couple of days later I was travelling across Rori, mask scent up, looking for torton to get killed by to sell their hides to be able to afford to re-equip Commando Ken. A system message popped up saying I'd maxed scout XP. I'd NEVER capped anything before, always having put the points into dabbling in whatever prof they'd let me try. I parked the bike up, sat in my little scout camp and had a good hard think.
Straight to Mos Entha and round the back of the shuttle port, spoke to the trainer, signed up as a Ranger and never looked back.
Money? Well, I've always had 'enough' and rarely more than I need. I come and go as I please, I work for whom I want, have a PA hall and a couple of houses, a nice fleet of starships. I've sponsored a couple of docs from novice medic up, trained I don't know how many new Rangers and a good few Masters.
And the funny little box things? I think theres still two of them in a bag in my house somewhere. Along with a few other 'trinkets' that'll go in my display case when am ready to retire.
Coprolite
Wed Mar 16, 2005 2:26 pm
#7
My enjoyment comes from playing the game to the very inch of my abilities. To see the wilderness of endor and dathomir brought to a state of order, to take down the last Rancor, see its body drop from my rifle's shot and its carcass made available for my profit. To conceal shot a rebel commodore and to drive my enemies before me and to hear the lamentations of the dispossesed wandering the towns we have freed from the rebelion, that is what makes life good. The staring mute hatred in a tusken's face as my vk's beat him to a pulp, the hate filled taunts and /tells of a ambushed jedi rebel surprised and brought to a swift justice; All this, to be rewarded to the full extent by my unquestioning and ruthless obideiance to the Empire, this is what brings me satisfaction.
Coprolite
Coprolite
FourthNail
Wed Mar 16, 2005 2:29 pm
#8
Coprolite wrote:
My enjoyment comes from playing the game to the very inch of my abilities. To see the wilderness of endor and dathomir brought to a state of order, to take down the last Rancor, see its body drop from my rifle's shot and its carcass made available for my profit. To conceal shot a rebel commodore and to drive my enemies before me and to hear the lamentations of the dispossesed wandering the towns we have freed from the rebelion, that is what makes life good. The staring mute hatred in a tusken's face as my vk's beat him to a pulp, the hate filled taunts and /tells of a ambushed jedi rebel surprised and brought to a swift justice; All this, to be rewarded to the full extent by my unquestioning and ruthless obideiance to the Empire, this is what brings me satisfaction.
Coprolite
Hahaha, niiiiiice.
But you're gonna lose this war remember? We've all seen Ep VI
Plunk
JBMat
Wed Mar 16, 2005 2:31 pm
#9
Unless you never ever run missions, never loot NPCs and never sell anything, how in the hell can you be poor and a Ranger? Or a Scout for that matter.
I harvested 27k of meat this morning, not even trying really, it was just lying there dead after a guildie and I got done shooting stuff. And it's not like I am selling it for some insane amount, 3cpu is rather modest. So that's 81k just helping a buddy grind FS. And it was a slow day. I am tired from working, had to run errands and only played about 90 minutes.
100k a day of late has been my average for selling meat. Not counting any missions I run, or the creds we get off the Nightsisters, or any loot I find.
Caine wandered the world barefoot with a flute. I wear boots, have a pistol and am out for a buck or three.
JB
Calculus_Entropy
Wed Mar 16, 2005 2:42 pm
#10
JBMat wrote:
Unless you never ever run missions, never loot NPCs and never sell anything, how in the hell can you be poor and a Ranger? Or a Scout for that matter.
Well, I don't sell my harvests and I have anasty museum habit
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SovietGuy
Wed Mar 16, 2005 2:48 pm
#11
I make up for my riches (2.5 million at last count) by giving things to new players. I've given away almost 400k of creds and 100k of various resources to new players as a "Welcome to the Game" prize. I then go home and weep into a huge pile of money.
Rojo8401
Wed Mar 16, 2005 5:03 pm
#12
I certainly won't be selling anything to anybody ever in my quest for poverty. I am not advocating this for anyone other than myself. I have found that my greatest moments in game had nothing to do with killing, looting, collecting or hoarding. I am not trying to be a holier-than-thou here on the boards. I wanna hear what makes others enjoy this game these days. I like living the hard-scrabble life. I am cultivating a roleplaying persona based solely on what I truly enjoy doing: exploring, camping, eeking out a living, being hungry. I think hunger is the real key for me. Living on Naboo with millions in your bank, buying anything you want is boring for me now. I wanna suffer. I made a vast fortune doing the most mundane thing: selling synth cloth. Couldn't make it fast enough on my old server. Not to mention the very generous folks in my PA who gave me anything I needed.
There is something delicious and liberating about mix and matching junk pieces of armor, eating foraged crap for want of brandy and staying on one planet, mainly on foot until I know every inch of it and then move on to the next.
There is something delicious and liberating about mix and matching junk pieces of armor, eating foraged crap for want of brandy and staying on one planet, mainly on foot until I know every inch of it and then move on to the next.
loafster
Wed Mar 16, 2005 5:15 pm
#13
/waves
hey there! Thats a sweet story, I started as just a swordsman and was becoming quite the loot ho when i realized that there is so much more to the game than searchin fer loot. I decided to give scout then ranger a try and i don't think I never want to go back. I'm a Ranger on Corbantis and if you ever want to go huntin' send me a tell. 
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