Bragging (no ic spoilers please)

Started by Barzalene, November 23, 2003, 10:45:16 PM

Quote from: "Mekeda"I killed a well known northern noble with a teensy tiny dart and didn't even mean to. I then promptly said "Oh shit" out loud where pc's could hear it.


Not my best day.

Mekeda

That, I must say, was awesome. At first, I was just kind of like... "What the fuck?" and froze. Then when Mekeda said "Oh Shit" I busted out laughing. I don't think I stopped for an hour or better.
<Blank> says, out of character:
     "OW!  Afk a moment, my chair just...broke, beneath me."

In a criminal character's early days I swindled somebody for five large for some guesswork that I had no clue about but managed to wing it and a got a contract for twenty large out of it for a hit on a person in the guesswork as my guessing tallied with what they suspected themselves. Was paid up front but never carried out as the contractor disappeared first. Sweet... because I couldn't even find the person to attempt the job.

Took a contract hit job for nearly 100,000 'sid from somebody... which ended up being reversed on them because the counter offer was even sweeter.

Killed an Imm-animated red robe templar and a PC blue robe templar... within five minutes of each other and got away with it... kind of.
You can't trust any bugger further than you can throw him, and there's nothing you can do about it, so let's have a drink" Dydactylos' philosophical mix of the Cynics, the Stoics and the Epicureans (Small Gods, Terry Pratchett)


Quote from: "Dyrinis">kill Thrain

>Kill Dyrinis

Nessalin once referred to the gypsy wagon as 'A colorful, jingling charnel house on wheels'.  So true, I subbed that text in in my mud client.

Driving the wagon off the shield wall.

Auctioning a set of leather armor for about 15,000 coins.

Telling a certain long story in a certain hidden room so many times I still remember it by heart

Feeding zombies to mekillots

Engraving the Lord of Ash on the Desert Flower trophy board

Trying to overthrow Allanak, but blowing up Tuluk instead.

Driving the wagon off the shield wall again.

Commissioning the manufacture of an 'ebony-hilsted steel rapier' for 200 obsidian coins. (1995, I think).

Building a village

>Tickle blueballs

Driving the wagon off the shield wall again

Building a city.  Well, a small city.

Stealing a horse

Selling fake prisms

Selling real prisms

Going to hell

Reincarnating mostly dead godesses

Quote from: "Mockingbird"Going to hell

Reincarnating mostly dead godesses

???

What??
some of my posts are serious stuff

I accidentally backstabbed a bahamet once and lived.
some of my posts are serious stuff

Quote from: "Ghost"What??

heh

Several years ago during the rebellion times of Tuluk I played a
slightly twinked out desert elf warrior. I met a drovian elf from Allanak
and used to escort him around everywhere and we'd help each other.
Anyways, one day I escort him into the rinth where he's to meet up
with some mul in the non-elf side of the 'rinth. This mul takes him
into the backroom of the tavern, kills him, steps back into the tavern
and hands me his head. He goes back inside the backroom. I end up
going berserk killing the human guards for the tavern then go into the
backroom and kill the mul that just killed my wittle friend.

Good times, good times,
- Ktavialt

With my first-ever PC on arm, 5 or 6 years ago, I decided that I had an urgent need to explore, and that Steinal would be an appropriate destination.

I packed up my kank and headed out of the east gate of Nak. After travelling some distance I came across some Meks.

Not knowing what they were, I promptly dismounted and started examining the beasts and assessing them.

To this day, I am not sure why they did not turn agressive and beat the crap outta my PC!

The irony was, when I returned to Allanak and recounted the tale to my friends, they all thought I was fibbing.....
The figure in a dark hooded cloak says in rinthi-accented Sirihish, 'Winrothol Tor Fale?'

I had a pet bahamet once.

I blew up the Tor academy, and escaped. Then told everyone I met about it.

It was the same character.
Quote from: BhagharvaWhat you don't know can kill you. What you do know, can kill others.

To the north
[Near]
A lanky, brown-skinned gith is here, humping the rusty brown kank.
The rusty brown kank to the north bleats miserably.

I once captured a baby gortok with the intent to sell it. The plan fell through and they ended up taking care of it. After completely trashing their apartment and making my character's life crazier than three kids ever could have, it escaped, mauling several people before dashing out the gates.

I spent four emotes picking a scab in a well known, high class establishment.

I got married in the Fale estate, back when commoners could marry. And the party afterwards... whew. Multiple folk passed out, sprawled about the estate... lamp shades, spice... templars staggering around drunk, singing... a gwoshi in attendance and in the wedding vows.

And then, at the birth of that pc's first child, a sacrifice was demanded, and some poor pc or npc (i never did figure out which) was gacked on the child's behalf.

I made a guitar for a half giant.

Then, just recently, I had the joy of seeing the log of the presentation in the log sample section.

I bribed half giants to join my house with sweet rolls. Baskets and baskets of little one bite sweet rolls.

I got to go out of the room, then listen to guards explaining the concept of snakeskin condoms to a niave orange dwarf.

One of my first nights as a noble, my house guards and I went riding to Luirs for... I think it was to boost morale or something. Lots of waving of rapiers and shouting to the glory of our respective sorcerer king.

I rp'd valeting a delightful noble who had a code ib hid node.

I wrote down a super sekret piece of information on a scroll as insurance once and passed it to someone for safe keeping. (I love seeing creative uses of the writing code.)

OH! I had an npc toddler climb up on the Oash's table in the Trader's (while the oash was there) and just be irritating as all hell. And he just sucked it up and dealt with it. Such a nice guy.

I adapted countless country songs for my Blackwing to sing to her kin. *snickers*

And kidnapped a templar, who we stashed in our estate, then unfortunately, a half giant got brainwormed into thinking she was Evil and smashed her. Then, instead of arranging his execution, my pc arranged his defection to the local neighborhood raiding clan... and it WORKED. The axe blade hovered in mid air, the raiders showed up and popped a subdue... and it was GORGEOUS. Like poetry.

And my hall of Shame entries are far too humiliating and awful to list. Let's just say I was a bad girl and am in the process of my rehabilitation.

--Proxie
For those who knew him, my husband Jay, known as Becklee from time to time on Arm, died August 17th, 2008, from complications of muscular dystrophy.

I once spent over an hour RL just kicking a bahamet to death, because nothing else would go through its armor, and managed to came out of that battle with not a scratch.

I had a character go to -6 hitpoints in three hits and live.

I had a guild_merchant in the Byn... and was eventually asked to stay and be a trooper.

I had a non-magicker commoner who taught magickers some things about their elements that they didn't know.  All things learned (and most witnessed personally) completely ICly, too.


I once killed a tarantula with a 0 day warrior with minimal armor and mostly average stats.
Quote from: Vesperas...You have to ask yourself... do you love your PC more than you love its contribution to the game?

I managed to branch during MUDsex...
I managed to get famished with two different kinds of elementalists who can feed themselves in a way. My next aim is to get dehydrated with a vivaduan.
quote="Ghost"]Despite the fact he is uglier than all of us, and he has a gay look attached to all over himself, and his being chubby (I love this word) Cenghiz still gets most of the girls in town. I have no damn idea how he does that.[/quote]

You do know that MUDsex is not a coded skill, right?
idhogg

Ask me if I'm a tree

Quote from: "Anonymous"I once spent over an hour RL just kicking a bahamet to death, because nothing else would go through its armor, and managed to came out of that battle with not a scratch.

See, abusing the code is something you SHOULDN'T be bragging about.
Back from a long retirement

I successfully avoided mudsexing with mansa. I'm not one in 100, I'm a mansa virgin. I'm special. Go me.

:twisted:

Quote from: "Akaramu"I successfully avoided mudsexing with mansa. I'm not one in 100, I'm a mansa virgin. I'm special. Go me.

:twisted:


fuck that.. i'm the only one that -never- has or will have mudsex with mansa... i win!!
We shall step up preparations for possible military struggle and enhance our capabilities to cope with crises, safeguard peace, prevent wars and win the wars if any," Hu

I give this man much respect for this comment.

While in the Rebellion, my Kadian merchant married a former member
of the Lirathuan order.  He died like so many others -- at the hands
of Lord Ihsahn in an Allanaki jail.

 I infiltrated House Kadius, learned how to pilot using their wagon,
and stole it in an awkward place, leaving a bunch of Kadian higher ups
stranded.  Thanks for the shagging pad, Bastard.
 
  As a Whiran, I attempted to rescue one sorcerer that had been
paralyzed by another sorcerer.  What a heroic mother fucker.

I tried to kill an NPC, and he kicked my lille ass, so I fleed, ran REALLY feckin far away, then entered a secret place, and slept.(outside) When I woke up, he was standing over me, not doing anything, it was the wierdest thing. Then I ran to Tuluk, and when I whent out agin two IG days later, he was sitting at the scaen! He wouldnt attack, but hey, just kinda friken creepy.

I once banished a Templar....and lived....for a little while. *nuzzles up to Dyrinis*. For those of you who don't know what that is...well, just think I took a big crap on the Templar's shoe. And then spit on him. And then flipped him off. And then insulted his mother.

I also managed to support a healthy spice addiction through Kurac......using coins a Templar was paying me to kill Kuraci.

My second character died with Heshrak in his language skills.
A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way. -MT