Smuggler Archive

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Daermoth wrote:

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......I finally called my brand new 8K cdef pistol a loss, and stayed home.........

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And THAT is the line that dates you...lol.

OK, so this is a new one for me. After my little episode of getting beaten on while AFK, I've been very cautious while selling faction points. Apparently even heavily guarded faction bases are dangerous. So when i get a tell from a known PVP nut of the opposing faction, telling me to come to the rebel outpost on Rori so he and 6 of his friends can switch sides, I naturally laughed at him and told him to fly a kite. He persisted, and my curiosity got the best of me.

I land at the outpost to see seven members of DREAD, a rather well known pvp guild who has tricked players into getting killed on more than one occasion, including me when i was newer and oh so much more trusting. For those of you who arent on bloodfin or never met Slawface Haxxxxxxx, he is one of the more violent elites on the server.

I tap my feign death macro and explain to them that i need the money up front to buy faction. amazingly they all agreed, paid me, and I did the scariest thing that I have done yet in the game. I declare in the middle of this bunch of hardcore reb killers and begin delegating them enough faction to turn rebel, all the while expecting a declared group member to come roaring into town to start the beating. I am never quite sure of who all my personal enemies are, as the lines of kinship and brotherly ties are invisible, and up until the last delegation I was positive this was an elaborate ruse to get me to declare.

After spending an hour delegating out faction, with my bloodpressure shooting through the roof, they finally all were declared rebels. I couldn't believe it. Not even a joking /duel challenge. I had lived! They really had gone rebel so they could get more PVP in. The kicker to the story is that 20 minutes later I flew to anchorhead, still declared, to sell a full set of marine armor to someone. Not 5 minutes into it, an imperial member of DREAD hits town, and as i am the only one declared, he jumps me. Fortunately that trusty feign death macro is running, so instead of killing me he can only pound. I am still grouped with the 7 other members of Dread, and I ask em if they wouldnt mind knocking him off me. Instead, they send him a tell to leave me to my business, and he leaves anchorhead entirely.

I guess sometimes it does pay to trust people. Either way, im gonna go have a heart attack now.

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Message Edited by ikolian on 10-09-2004 08:54 AM

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He agrees, we trade and he hands me a RIS armor helmet. I use my clamp, cut the first wire and am about to cut the second wire when....

"I'm hoping for an effectiveness slice."

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