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« on: December 19, 2002, 03:35:59 PM »
I'm wondering, in the How I feel about Armageddon thread they've been a few stories about how people were twinks and then became excellent roleplayers from both the staff and players. I loved reading them so post up your story here.


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« Reply #1 on: December 19, 2002, 03:42:22 PM »
My first PC was named...Balthazaar, if that tells you anything!
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« Reply #2 on: December 19, 2002, 04:30:28 PM »
My first pc was a halfling who lived in Allanak and would go around trying to kill AND EAT people in the bazaar.
I thought I was in heaven when I walked into the bazaar and found all these soldiers with bronze shortswords (back when metal was more prevalent).
I found one or two of them near death for some reason (probably other twinks like me), so I attacked them to get their swords...oh, and to eat them of course.  I thought it was WAY cool that a pc could eat npc and other pc corpses.
Well, to my chagrin, the guards killed my PC...even in their near death state.  Over and over again I would repop within that glorious 2 hour newbie time limit and run into the bazaar and try to kill these two soldiers.  It must have looked extremely sad...if anyone bothered to look.
Well, I finally managed to kill one of the soldiers and take his shit, including that fancy bronze backstabber (my pc was an assassin, of course!).
While resting to recover from my victorious efforts, an elf snuck into the room, saw the shortsword my PC now wielded and backstabbed my pc.  The next blow or two were mortal, and that was the glorious end to my first glorious Armageddon PC.   :twisted:
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« Reply #3 on: December 19, 2002, 05:21:57 PM »
I'd forgotten about the multi-repop for newbie deaths there used to be. You'd see 500 instances of "The tall, dark newbie's corpse is lying here." in Meleth's Circle. Then the guy would rush past you and you'd see the guards all converging again. Ugh.


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« Reply #4 on: December 19, 2002, 06:36:05 PM »
LOL.  Yeah, but it was funny.  :)


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Re: Corpses, corpses everywhere, and not a drop to drink
« Reply #5 on: December 19, 2002, 07:40:03 PM »
Quote from: "Sanvean"
I'd forgotten about the multi-repop for newbie deaths there used to be. You'd see 500 instances of "The tall, dark newbie's corpse is lying here." in Meleth's Circle. Then the guy would rush past you and you'd see the guards all converging again. Ugh.

Heh, sounds like Everquest.
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« Reply #6 on: December 20, 2002, 01:35:53 PM »
My first character was a pickpocket in the Northlands. I think his name was Lucas. He was a simple person. He repeatedly stole from shopkeepers, me not knowing a thing about the criminal code. All he really wanted were some dice to play with. Eventually, the guards caught up with him and started attacking. He ran outside of that little town and I quit out. Not a normal quit, just dropping link. When I came back he was dead. And so ended my less than glorious first character. Pathetic little bastard.
I've been away from Zalanthas for some time, but I still think you all are kank shit. Don't worry, I'll come back and fix it up. By the way, has anyone found, like, water? This desert is getting old.

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« Reply #7 on: December 20, 2002, 04:18:13 PM »
My first char, I was being chased by a group of pcs. And so, trying not to be caught, I quit in the room above where they were. And every 5 minutes I'd log on to check if they were still there, if they were, I'd log off again until they left. Now that's twinkin out!
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« Reply #8 on: December 20, 2002, 05:29:42 PM »
Usually when someone does what Stubby related, a player should wish up about it, and often the offending player will be relocated to jail/your custody when they log on.


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« Reply #9 on: December 24, 2002, 10:23:24 PM »
I'd posted this before, but here it is again:

My second character was an elven thief.  I travelled to a foreign city and when I got to the gates, I saw a near-dead guard.  What an opportunity!  I stripped the poor guard clean and put on my new, l337 equipment.  I wandered around for awhile and went into a tavern to sit and goof off.  I entered the resting area.  Shortly, someone came in, took a look at me, and went out.  Shortly after that, he came back in, escorted by about four guards.  I had been wearing the dead guard's military cloak.  Oops.  My death was long and painful.
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« Reply #10 on: December 26, 2002, 09:24:03 AM »
My first application was for a character named Slush.  It was rejected because "this is a desert world, there's no 'slush' here. :)".

My first (accepted) PC was an elven shadowdancer.  A shadowdancer was a guild that was a cross between an assassin and water mage.  Steal, hide, sneak, backstab, heal, refresh, and other skillZ.  Me and two other guys all played them, and went out exploring the Drow Elf caves far west of Allanak.  After we killed a bunch of npc's, and I got to about level 4, we went and explored (i.e. wiped out) the mantis valley (I made it to level 10 after that!).  During our adventures, we accidently killed one of our friends, because me and one guy both typed backstab purple.  Our friend had purple hair, just like the npc, so we accidently killed him.  Before the battle was over, he ran back, but then I was killed when an Imm thought he was still switched and personally kicked me.  It was after the 2 hr mark, so it was The End.

After several more shadowdancers, I saw an "ad" for Questmasters (the same thing as today's Storytellers), applied, and was approved by Kelvik (oddly enough, he forgot who I was a week later).


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« Reply #11 on: December 26, 2002, 11:10:30 AM »
Well, I was always one for intense RP and considered myself a good roleplayer.  I never had a kick ass warrior tank or mage.  Hrm. Maybe one.  *chuckle*

I'll share one story - the one that woke me up, showed me that I was twinking in the most subtle and dagerous way.  There are twinks that go and hack and slash mobs, and then there are the twinks that are so twinky they can stand on their higher moral ground of good RP and point at the lesser twinks below them.  That was me!  :-)
It worked like this. I had been playing Arm for a year or so and one day I got a new human warrior accepted, Northlands background (back when Halflings were members of normal society).  I bought my initial gear, got my kank and rode my arse to Allanak.
I avoided all the gith along the way using a back way my character really never would have known about but that I knew to get there in one piece.
When I got to Allanak I realized - some sort of awakening I guess - that I just cheesed the game.  I shouldn't have been able to make the trip.  My character just didn't have the knowledge.  From that time forward I slowly learned how to really PLAY the game.
I think twinking with information is far more dangerous than maxxing your character's skills, and far more difficult for the player and others to notice.  There is a fine line - often hard to see - between what your character might know and what you as a player knows.
I'm much more careful now and have had years (far too many to mention) of practice.  :-)  Now, let's go play the good game.
 taste the sands.
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« Reply #12 on: December 27, 2002, 08:43:26 AM »
I think it took me like 18 characters to finally have one last long enough to actually get into stuff and start to enjoy playing arm.  Though I'd say almost all of those 18 them if not all I suicided.  I had a nasty habbit of getting "bored" though now I realize I just was just getting bored with the way I was going about playing.  Honestly I think I was only killed by an NPC twice.(that I didn't suicide)  Once by a tarantula(I thought, it's a friggan spider how strong can it really be? *beep*), and the other is to IC to mention.

But let's see, during those 18, I spammed, treated NPCs as skill raising things(hey I came from playing MUDs where that was okay! Leave me be!)
Tried sadly to branch skills(which oddly now even giving up my spamming ways I don't have problems any more)  Sure I Rped(though I wouldn't call it that anymore) during it all, but it was done for OOC reasons more then IC ones.

I mean I had my first "loner" character fairly recently ago and it was alot of fun, even though he was the most insignificant character I have ever played on any game ever.  I'm starting to enjoy the in the background kind of people that don't really try to accomplish anything "huge".  And honestly if you asked me to make a character like them before, I'd be like.. "Umm are you trying to bore me to death?"  The "average" joe is just kind of being a fun role for me lately.  But I will of course play a more in the scenes kind of character again.

I don't think I have reached my turning point in Arm where I feel that I am as good as an rper as I can be.  I'm always learning, but I can say that every character I make will somehow be more realistic then the one before, since I'm always trying to get better.  Though now there is no MU* I can ever think of playing besides Arm, if I found one that was better, I wouldn't be playing here. (though DarkSun has always been my second favorite ad&d campaign next to planescape)

Though this is off topic, this is the reason why I do get bothered when the board goes to discussing how to improve the combat system on arm or stuff.  Just gives me horrible nightmares of past MUDs I played on, where that's -all- they talked about on the OOC boards.  And well, I just disagree with it.
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« Reply #13 on: December 27, 2002, 11:16:18 PM »
Well, my Newbie stories...

My first description, along the lines of...
This boy has strong Italian features, a shadow of a moustache
and gigantic arms.

He left school looking for adventure because everyone was boring.

I was promptly told to read the documentation.

First day, I posted on the GDB something like this "I'm looking for the dainty blond woman, my name is Churgion, please contact me, I want to play more"

Second character (First having died to a halfling)
:pulls out a notepad and scribbles something into it

Couldn't figure out how this guy got his ldesc to say "perched on the arm of the couch here", so I asked him, IC, how he sat on the arm of the couch.

Had a wrestling match, the buffer was filled with the subdue command for over 3 minutes.

That's... pretty much all I can or care to dredge up for now :P

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« Reply #14 on: December 27, 2002, 11:26:53 PM »
Oh, and just a note on the name that I used, it was from a Magic card. Goblin Churgion, Mirage, Red. That should tell you something.


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« Reply #15 on: December 28, 2002, 02:21:59 PM »
There lived for a few RL hours a young girl in Allanak...

My first character was totally lost and I was frightened all the time. I had heard stories of what a terribly cruel game Armageddon was and of the expertise of the players there. At this point it was 4 a.m. or so local time and I was exhausted. But having had my character approved, I was too curious not to log on.

I was expecting someone to attack me, arrest me, torure me, you name it, any moment. I was also struggling with my sids. Trying to figure out what exactly the keyword was. Not to mention I was desperately seeking a place to quit.

I was too afraid to talk to anyone, emote anything or even look at anyone. I think I walked around Allanak about an hour until a friend of mine who I knew to play Arm also logged on ICQ. She then told me that sids are called coins and that I could quit at That Fine Inn by that one Square.

I heaved a sigh of relief and headed for That Inn, but my journey was intercepted by a someone who requested me to fetch him a soap. He was not the type of a person to tell 'no', so I went on my way, desperately seeking the soap. By mere luck, I had been to that shop and found it again. Unfortunately, being totally lost I was unable to aid the green-haired person who asked for advice, but helped me to find back to That Inn instead.

I delivered the soap and was asked a few well-meaning questions, I would say now, but then it felt like I was being interrogated. I was too shy, too nervous to emote more than 'nod' or 'shake'.  I was exhausted too, the clock was ticking towards 6 a.m., when I finally was able to 'escape' upstairs and log off.

That character spent most of her life in the Player-Staff meeting. I admired the way things were organized, but understood nothing about the topics discussed.

The third time (I think) I logged her on, she took a long one-way walk to the desert. I was too alone, too lost and had not read the page about Helpers. I then created my second character a bit later, more adventurous, a risk taker in some ways. That character I played for 13 days or so. I found new friends, learned to use the emote code...and had a lot of fun and heart-break.

I have many people I would like to thank, but for this post, I would hope that the two people mentioned above should read this and know that had it not been for them, I possibly would have logged off permanently that first night.
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« Reply #16 on: December 28, 2002, 02:41:56 PM »
Well, well.. well..

My first char.. Damn that is a while back.. I think his name was Dradgnak Cobblecric.. I had no concept of the game, the ways of the players and the atmosphere the game can pull over your eyes.. So me and a friend.. who got me to start playing.. said.. Make the char.. we will spar outside the gates and get uber powerful.. So we did.. me being a human assasin.. and him being a dwarven warrior.. he whomped me good.. knocked me right out.. next thing I know.. The sound of OH OH.. icq goes off.. "Person says : Holy crap, a gith came in and beat me up.. then a scrab subdued you and took off"

I look back to my screen.. oh yea.. I am moving.. where I do not know.. guess we'll have to wait it out... I come too.. bleary eyed, looking around.. lost and alone.. Did I mention the scrab happened to steal my dirks.. geesh..

So I bravely turned west and started heading back to ALLANAK, sadly I did not know Nak was to the east and I was ate by a gith and a jakyl..

Ohwell though, I said that day.. I would never play again.. Then I ran into a player by the name of Savak.. who well.. if any of you know me today.. I am still playing so that should round off the end of the tale.. Pleasant day folks.
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« Reply #17 on: December 28, 2002, 05:53:35 PM »
Ah, memories.. years and years ago I created my first character, who after being rejected for having 'icy blue eyes' (No ice in Zalanthas the note said), died promptly in the northlands by cilops poison. I remember my second character much better. I think his name was Torbin and he managed to get a job as a guard for an independant merchant. On our first trip to Allanak, after an attack by Gith, he managed to fall off one side of the shield wall and as the rest of the party had fled, he found himself hurt, at the bottom of the canyon, and alone. Somehow (miraculously) he managed to climb the way and while trying to navigate along the wall in the hopes of finding his way, he managed to stumble into his party (who was shocked to see him in one piece) and somehow survive the trip to 'Nak. I logged on the next day and got bored trying to find my way around allanak and decided to go try to kill some Gith (grin). I walked outside the gates and found some, and managed to kill one of them (or else fled to the guards like a pansy). Anyhow, I looked on the body and found some spice.. Wonderful! Spice is a great item to sell for money. I grabbed the spice, pocketed it, and tried to walk back through the gates. Guess what happened next?

Didn't take long for the guards to finish me off.
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