Post by Experiment187 on Jan 30, 2012 4:24:58 GMT -5
Now I can't tell you honestly that the entire thing wasn't premeditated on my part... Sure I was a bit disgruntled by our lack of leadership with RESISTANCE gaming. But I also had other interests, my mind was elsewhere... other Irons in the fire so to speak.
Some of my earliest memories of LOTR involved stepping into CONQUEST and TDM match ups and witnessing this horrific unrelenting bombardment of the opposition with walls and rings of fire erupting from the earth like a virtual midair minefield a thousand yards wide... Everyone seemingly melting, instantly consumed succumbing to this tactic by the hundreds.
The only viable option instinctively was to follow suit and throw fire back... I mastered this art fairly quickly and this is what ultimately led to me knocking a guy named WUBBY WUBBERSUM out of his often held top spot on the Death Match Leaderboards.
I never looked back after that... and I'm sure many will remember this led to an unprecedented 9-10 resets with myself in the top position. ( Though mayhem has it grossly understated on my bio at a measly 4 ? ) Old friend someone need Smite you for your ignorance but in your defense you weren't around all those many months I was Headlining the show
In the midst of those many reigns I would continue to watch the shameless Oh so PUSS... Mage spamming ( Look at me I'm the only class with Bitch Ass Magic Kevlar and on the off chance I might actually get a scratch an unlimited stock of Gauze and Antibiotics )
I had simply reached my tolerance threshold... and one day shortly thereafter over in HTDM I became mercifully aware... of a dangerous Dark Gift... Someone asked me to fire a Ranged weapon..... So I did. And many paid the price for that reckless request... Many bled... for that reckless request.
My Father... at 80 years old ( He was 60 when I was born ) had won an award for having the highest accuracy on the entire police force at the shooting range that summer. Needless to say, apparently Genetics are a Mother F#%$*r.
Over the next few months I proceeded to pop the heads from the shoulders of every major player in every match type there was... Except for one mysterious entity who I never seemed to come across or encounter... He was rumored to have been seen in lands somewhere to the West, a place simply known as Conquest
And so I went..... and as fascinating as it was, alas every time I had found my way there though I would hear whispers and feel like there was something there watching my every move... It stayed in shadow, almost affectionately stalking me... Until I took my final leave of that wretched place swearing NEVER to return no matter what need to fulfill my curiosity...
It matters not... I had an empire to rule.
In the 3 weeks leading up to the 4 of us leaving RESISTANCE... I started putting cryptic messages on my bio... One of which said.....
9/05/09... ?L?C? C??N?I? R?S??G..... Which in fact would ultimately be revealed to read... BLACK COUNCIL RISING. My main premeditated target however was never Dizzy or his pathetic band of Merry men in tights.
I wanted the throats of those who I felt in my opinion had committed the most offensive acts and abuses of power I had ever seen... The ( Fading WHITE COUNCIL ) At the time I didn't know they were fading. It was just hearsay looking back, maybe they were maybe they weren't... But anyone who would make claim that I chose to strike when they were at their weakest.... If that was even the case, it was merely coincidence.
I intended to hunt down individually or collectively every single mage I ever saw grossly impose their overbearing will on their enemies... especially those who would run in pairs healing one another with sissy salve on cue...
Another staple of their group were scouts which I never stomached well either. My default position being simply... " REALLY ? " You have to be invisible... to fight me ? REALLY ?? And you arrrrrrre proud of this how and or why ?? " In what capacity do you get ANY personal gratification whatsoever by exhibiting the absolute height of cowardice ?
Just like any long range sniper in any shooter ever produced... you're afraid of CONFRONTATION. Come to terms with that and move on. I could appreciate it if you were slicing throats left and right for the sheer thrill of it... but my god don't ever think you're something amazing for it. Well... unless you were actually trying to slit mine and succeeded...
That would be reasonably impressive considering my secret weapon against these lowly invis scum was my newly acquired 73 inch Mitsubishi HD... The residual distortion put off by a scout was 10 times that of normal viewing on a standard television. So to me... fighting a cloaked scout was like fighting a character that was standing there plain as day right in front of me.
It took months of frustration I think for people to finally figure that out... And I'll never forget as long as I live one match in particular when someone must have had a bounty on my head worth Dizzys weight... in gold. Because the image is burned into my eyes of what I saw that day...
Having a satisfying lead going into the end of a match... near the back end of the shire preparing to cross the bridge I quickly turn launching a fire arrow at the seemingly empty ground not 5 feet behind me... And suddenly it looked like the 7 Dwarves Piss cock drunk laid out in front of me all over the grass... Shrapnel and Hobbit parts everywhere...
The Entire team had planned a Fail Safe espionage attempt to retrieve my head as a prize for someone... However it's Safe to say... they Failed.
I killed ALL seven of them that day... and yet and still, Snow White was nowhere to be found.
Some of my earliest memories of LOTR involved stepping into CONQUEST and TDM match ups and witnessing this horrific unrelenting bombardment of the opposition with walls and rings of fire erupting from the earth like a virtual midair minefield a thousand yards wide... Everyone seemingly melting, instantly consumed succumbing to this tactic by the hundreds.
The only viable option instinctively was to follow suit and throw fire back... I mastered this art fairly quickly and this is what ultimately led to me knocking a guy named WUBBY WUBBERSUM out of his often held top spot on the Death Match Leaderboards.
I never looked back after that... and I'm sure many will remember this led to an unprecedented 9-10 resets with myself in the top position. ( Though mayhem has it grossly understated on my bio at a measly 4 ? ) Old friend someone need Smite you for your ignorance but in your defense you weren't around all those many months I was Headlining the show
In the midst of those many reigns I would continue to watch the shameless Oh so PUSS... Mage spamming ( Look at me I'm the only class with Bitch Ass Magic Kevlar and on the off chance I might actually get a scratch an unlimited stock of Gauze and Antibiotics )
I had simply reached my tolerance threshold... and one day shortly thereafter over in HTDM I became mercifully aware... of a dangerous Dark Gift... Someone asked me to fire a Ranged weapon..... So I did. And many paid the price for that reckless request... Many bled... for that reckless request.
My Father... at 80 years old ( He was 60 when I was born ) had won an award for having the highest accuracy on the entire police force at the shooting range that summer. Needless to say, apparently Genetics are a Mother F#%$*r.
Over the next few months I proceeded to pop the heads from the shoulders of every major player in every match type there was... Except for one mysterious entity who I never seemed to come across or encounter... He was rumored to have been seen in lands somewhere to the West, a place simply known as Conquest
And so I went..... and as fascinating as it was, alas every time I had found my way there though I would hear whispers and feel like there was something there watching my every move... It stayed in shadow, almost affectionately stalking me... Until I took my final leave of that wretched place swearing NEVER to return no matter what need to fulfill my curiosity...
It matters not... I had an empire to rule.
In the 3 weeks leading up to the 4 of us leaving RESISTANCE... I started putting cryptic messages on my bio... One of which said.....
9/05/09... ?L?C? C??N?I? R?S??G..... Which in fact would ultimately be revealed to read... BLACK COUNCIL RISING. My main premeditated target however was never Dizzy or his pathetic band of Merry men in tights.
I wanted the throats of those who I felt in my opinion had committed the most offensive acts and abuses of power I had ever seen... The ( Fading WHITE COUNCIL ) At the time I didn't know they were fading. It was just hearsay looking back, maybe they were maybe they weren't... But anyone who would make claim that I chose to strike when they were at their weakest.... If that was even the case, it was merely coincidence.
I intended to hunt down individually or collectively every single mage I ever saw grossly impose their overbearing will on their enemies... especially those who would run in pairs healing one another with sissy salve on cue...
Another staple of their group were scouts which I never stomached well either. My default position being simply... " REALLY ? " You have to be invisible... to fight me ? REALLY ?? And you arrrrrrre proud of this how and or why ?? " In what capacity do you get ANY personal gratification whatsoever by exhibiting the absolute height of cowardice ?
Just like any long range sniper in any shooter ever produced... you're afraid of CONFRONTATION. Come to terms with that and move on. I could appreciate it if you were slicing throats left and right for the sheer thrill of it... but my god don't ever think you're something amazing for it. Well... unless you were actually trying to slit mine and succeeded...
That would be reasonably impressive considering my secret weapon against these lowly invis scum was my newly acquired 73 inch Mitsubishi HD... The residual distortion put off by a scout was 10 times that of normal viewing on a standard television. So to me... fighting a cloaked scout was like fighting a character that was standing there plain as day right in front of me.
It took months of frustration I think for people to finally figure that out... And I'll never forget as long as I live one match in particular when someone must have had a bounty on my head worth Dizzys weight... in gold. Because the image is burned into my eyes of what I saw that day...
Having a satisfying lead going into the end of a match... near the back end of the shire preparing to cross the bridge I quickly turn launching a fire arrow at the seemingly empty ground not 5 feet behind me... And suddenly it looked like the 7 Dwarves Piss cock drunk laid out in front of me all over the grass... Shrapnel and Hobbit parts everywhere...
The Entire team had planned a Fail Safe espionage attempt to retrieve my head as a prize for someone... However it's Safe to say... they Failed.
I killed ALL seven of them that day... and yet and still, Snow White was nowhere to be found.
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