What is the dumbest thing you have ever done in game?

[Patuk]

Only been playing for like.. 3 days now.

But does constantly forgetting to put the training weapons back count? >.>

[Morrolan]

Don't worry, it gets better. 

Like when you forget to clear yourself of illegal substances before moving through certain places.

That is always good for a laugh...at your expense.

Welcome to Armageddon!

[BleakOne]

...or walk into a bar, naked, carrying a severed head and a burning torch.

[Iiyola]

...or walk into a bar, naked, carrying a severed head and a burning torch.

That is either EXTREMELY dumb or EXTREMELY awesome.

[BleakOne]

...or walk into a bar, naked, carrying a severed head and a burning torch.

That is either EXTREMELY dumb or EXTREMELY awesome.

[Malken]

...or walk into a bar, naked, carrying a severed head and a burning torch.

There's this guy a few months ago that walked into the Sanctuary naked, with this big ass long tdesc describing his entire naked body and how he was 'ready' to go at it, if you know what I mean.

I think it was like 10 inches, er, lines long. His tdesc, that is.

AND NO, IT WASN'T ME.

[Barsook]

Only been playing for like.. 3 days now.

But does constantly forgetting to put the training weapons back count? >.>

I still do that sometimes with my combat PC's.

[Feco]

Been long enough...

Walked my Salarri non-family Merchant right into the rinth, thinking I had taken proper precautions.

I was looking for particular game-sensitive information.

It didn't end well.

[Patuk]

I somewhat less bad about myself now.

On another sword-related note, I accidentally equipped my wrong sword before sparring with this other guy. Worse yet, he didn't notice, either - wasn't until training got finished and I sheathed the thing that we both facepalmed.

[ShaLeah]

I somewhat less bad about myself now.

On another sword-related note, I accidentally equipped my wrong sword before sparring with this other guy. Worse yet, he didn't notice, either - wasn't until training got finished and I sheathed the thing that we both facepalmed.

ROFL I got dead like that once I think. Or I deaded someone like that. Welcome to Arm!

[Morrolan]

On another sword-related note, I accidentally equipped my wrong sword before sparring with this other guy.

I think we have all done that once or twice (or more...).

Here is my solution.  I use the "alias" command to set up aliases for your various commonly used weapons:

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alias 1 draw shiny.bronze.sword etwo
alias 11 sheath shiny.bronze.sword back

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alias 2 draw steel.switchblade armsheath
alias 22 sheath steel.switchblade armsheath

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alias 3 draw steel.sgian.dhu boots
alias 33 sheath steel.sgian.dhu boots

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alias 4 draw training.weapon.from.your.clan
alias 44 sheath training.weapon.from.your.clan

Yes, if you have four common weapons, it only leaves you with two aliases left. You will need to balance out your needs for weapons with other things.

And, of course, some clients will give you other alias options.

But the trick is, across multiple characters, either 2, 3, or 4 (followed by a quick hit of the "enter" key) will always draw your training weapon(s).

That way it can become as much a habit for you as it already should be for your professional warrior character.

Good luck!

[brytta.leofa]

Reminds me of the time that I audition-sparred for the Arm of the Dragon with a single weapon in my off-hand.  Disappointing.

[Taven]

...or walk into a bar, naked, carrying a severed head and a burning torch.

There's this guy a few months ago that walked into the Sanctuary naked, with this big ass long tdesc describing his entire naked body and how he was 'ready' to go at it, if you know what I mean.

I think it was like 10 inches, er, lines long. His tdesc, that is.

AND NO, IT WASN'T ME.

Remember guys, avoid mentioning things under a year past, even vaguely.

Also avoid posting any logs with IC sensitive Info. The following is a log that is over a year old (Jan 30, 2010), and has no IC info.

(For those of you in doubt, IC info is anyone still living, most things to do with code, and anything to do with the magick code. When in doubt about posting something, you can always send in a request through the request tool to ask if a post is good or not. Error on the side of caution.)

Warning: The following log is NSFW

Enter a scene in Red's Tavern, where a few people are hanging out...

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man has arrived from the north, completely naked.

Catching a flash of skin, you look up at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

A thick mane of dark, blood red hair tumbles down onto this large man's
shoulders in haphazard tangles.  Thick coils of muscle bulge under his
lightly burnished skin, given him an even henna hue.  He holds a more lean,
athletic build than it would seem at first glance, but is obviously well
worked.  Callouses litter his wide hands, marred with old faded scars.
Gimlet, steel-grey eyes sit above somewhat wide nose.  A roughly trimmed
rectangle of the same dark-red hair encloses his austere mouth.  The front
of his torso is like a flat board of hard-packed muscle, relatively straight
from his pectorals down to his waist.  A large mural covers the majority of
his chest, it consists of a red scorpion wrestling with a black scorpion,
their tails poised to strike one another and the stingers crossing.
Outlining these scorpions is a whitish-silver three- pronged star.  
Hanging between his legs is a cord-long penis, about five inches in
diameter.  Tattooed along the side of it is well detailed mek with cobalt
eyes and teeth.
The crimson-maned, henna-hued man is in excellent condition.

He is carrying:
nothing obvious

Stating the obvious, you say, in sirihish:
    "He's naked."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man looks over to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, and quite literally gawks.

At your table, the hale, crimson-braided woman says in sirihish, looking the crimson-maned, henna-hued man over:
    "He's naked."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man says to you, in sirihish:
    "... Ohhhh fuck, I think I just exploded in my pants..."

Crossing his arms over the scorpions tattooed to his chest, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man says, in sirihish:
    "If anyone here is willing to spare some coin, I'd be much obliged."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man asks the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "I'll spare you somethin', but it won't be coin... you can wear my pants, if you want, eh?"

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man smirks, and looks from you to the narrow-faced, young man to the hale, crimson-braided woman, and then over to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

Peering at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man's cord-long penis, you ask, in sirihish:
    "Shit, what happened? Is that thing infected?"

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to you, in sirihish:
    "Just how it is."

Busting out into laughter at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, the narrow-faced, young man says, in sirihish:
    "Shit..."

Since you is staring at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man's cord-long penis, the hale, crimson-braided woman stares at it as well.

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the short, brown-eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
    "I don't need pants. I need coin."

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the short, brown-eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
    "Or at least a chisel."

With eyes trailing down to his penis, the short, brown-eyed, rugged man says to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    ".... Coin... for...."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man coughs, and blinks, before shaking his head.

At your table, the narrow-faced, young man says in sirihish, nudging the hale, crimson-braided woman:
    "Whaddya think,eh?"

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man says to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "Sorry, er... I'm uh... I don't uh...... that's a huge dick..."

At your table, you say in sirihish, still blatantly peering at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man's penis:
    "That cannot possibly be natural! I think it's diseased."

At your table, the hale, crimson-braided woman says in sirihish, still staring at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man's penis:
    "That's huge."

Plainly, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the short, brown-eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
    "Yes, I'm well aware."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man asks the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "... There's no way that's normal... you part fucking half-giant?"

You send this message to the staff:
    "Okay, who approved the man with the cord-long penis? FESS UP."

At your table, the narrow-faced, young man says in sirihish, nudging the hale, crimson-braided woman once again:
    "Well, you're a cock woman, eh."

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man asks the short, brown-eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
    "Forty sid and I'll explain how this dick came into being, how 'bout that?"

Tearing her gaze away from his dick, the hale, crimson-braided woman looks up at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man exclaims to you, in sirihish:
    "Give him fourty sid, and do it -now-!"

The short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil has arrived from the west.
The half-giant soldier has arrived from the west.
A human Allanaki soldier has arrived from the west.

At your table, the hale, crimson-braided woman says in sirihish, nodding in agreement to you:
    "Or he's gonna infect your cock too."

At a glance on her way past and through, the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil looks up at the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man notices the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil and offers a bow.

Tossing a small pouch, you give the crimson-maned, henna-hued man 40 coins.

Holding up a hand, the narrow-faced, young man exclaims, in sirihish:
    "I'll double it if you tell me why you don't have any clothes!"

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man catches the pouch as he straightens up.

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the narrow-faced, young man, in sirihish:
    "Got a deal."

The short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil's pace slows and stops.  She blinks a couple times and she turns her attention back to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

The narrow-faced, young man bows to the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil, fighting to keep a straight face.

Looking at the cord-long penis still, you ask the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "So, how'd it happen?"

Tossing over a pouch, the narrow-faced, young man gives some coins to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

At your table, you say in sirihish, in an aside to the hale, crimson-braided woman:
    "I think I might've had too much to drink. I swore I only had a barrel, too."

As he catches the second pouch, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man says, in sirihish:
    "Well ya see, my dad fucked my mom. Some time later I was born. An' guess what, I had a huge cock. End of story."

At your table, the hale, crimson-braided woman says in sirihish, with a blink as she glances to you:
    "Shit, am I drunk? Maybe I am, an' I'm jus' seein' things."

The short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil's gaze narrows as she watches the crimson-maned, henna-hued man.

The crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the narrow-faced, young man, in sirihish:
    "As for my clothes."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man asks the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "I'll giva ya a sid if ya let me touch it, eh?"

Laughing, the narrow-faced, young man says, in sirihish:
    "Go on."

You notice: The short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil's jaw tightens.

At your table, the short, brown-eyed, rugged man says in sirihish:
   "Holy fuck... my pants are wet... and I think it was... yeah..."

A staff member sends:
   "Pardon?"

Pointing a thumb at the scorpions tattooed to his chest, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the narrow-faced, young man, in sirihish:
    "I was a Cadet with Tor. Decided it wasn't working for me. They decided to knock me out and take my shit."

With a blink, the hale, crimson-braided woman asks the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "Huh. You were?"

Turning her attention away from the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, the hale, crimson-braided woman catches sight of the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil and immediately rises to her feet, offering her a bow.

Simply, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the hale, crimson-braided woman, in sirihish:
    "Aye."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man asks the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "Shit, man, I feel bad for ya now. But... what fucking size pants did you wear to keep that Tembo-sized dick in there?"

After a pause as she retakes her seat, the hale, crimson-braided woman says, in sirihish:
    "Well, he sure acts like one."

Chuckling as he slaps his leg, the narrow-faced, young man says, in sirihish:
    "Aw, damn."

Shrugging lightly, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man says to the short, brown-eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
    "Few easy adjustments and I can sheath this thing pretty easy."

Handing over five fist-sized pouches, the tall, amber-eyed woman gives some coins to the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil.

Clearing her throat pointedly as she steps over to the bar and the tall, amber-eyed woman, though her attention is on the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, then calling out in clear, alto tones, the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil says, in sirihish:
    "We have a problem."

The short, brown-eyed, rugged man asks the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    ".... Fucking... that's like a fucking club, man. Ever use it as a weapon?"

The short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil takes the pouch of coins and calmly reaches to her oversized black backpack.

With a light smirk, the crimson-maned, henna-hued man asks the short, brown-eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
    "On occasion. Ya still wanna pay to touch it?"

Chin lifting, the short templar wearing a jade-beaded black silk veil says to the crimson-maned, henna-hued man, in sirihish:
    "You, the disgustingly indecent man that now has the coins to afford some pants, come with me."

I also wished up to let staff know that I thought it was a tdesc after all. If I hadn't been so shocked to
begin with, I'm sure this would have occured to me before.

Yeah, I'm not really sure what was going on there. After he left, we all went back to playing Tek's Tower.

[brytta.leofa]

> ooc Circumference.

[Recharge]

Sleeping out in the wilderness when all appeared safe. May not have been the dumbest, but is one of many mistakes Ive made over the years.

[askaran]

talked shit to a half giant

[Khorm]

dumbest thing was and continues to be ignoring room descriptions that blatantly warn of imminent falling

[SpyGuy]

dumbest thing was and continues to be ignoring room descriptions that blatantly warn of imminent falling

This, a thousand times this.

[Barsook]

dumbest thing was and continues to be ignoring room descriptions that blatantly warn of imminent falling

This, a thousand times this.

[Ashes]

This Robert Downey Jr wannabe walked into the Silt Sea and drowned.

[Patuk]

This is your hill giant on drugs.

[Feco]

Always get your targets straight.  It's really dumb to be thinking so much about one character/mob that isn't hostile, getting into a combat situation, and accidentally targeting the good one because it was on your mind.

It can lead to death.  Yours or the others.  Fuck dat shit.   

[Gunnerblaster]

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>mount gaj

[HavokBlue]

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>mount mekillot
>wish all TRYING TO STEAL THIS MEKILLOT


[Down Under]

>wish all Hey guys, if you feel like turning the difficulty rating on this RPT up a couple notches, that'd be cool. I may immediately regret this wish.