Post by Experiment187 on Feb 3, 2012 5:35:07 GMT -5
The first month I was in... I surveyed the environment and some of the other regular mainstay players. I was seeing some familiar names since it was a smaller community and was starting to roll with a better K D for myself when I noticed one guy in particular who was also regularly putting up numbers mirroring my type of work.
We would both usually end up in the # 2 spot if on opposing teams and often go back and forth trading the # 1 and # 2 slot if running the same side. Other guys like WUBBERSUM... TREE FACE... LEROY JENKINS... or THE GAMEFACE would tend to edge us out.
This guys name I believe then was MURK25, and I remember hearing the guy in the lobby once and thinking " This guy kinda sounds like an ass " A little on the cocky side after his matches and I remember pondering making him a target since he was potential competition on any given day anyway.
But for some reason we never actually got into it... No rivalry ever transpired. I became increasingly occupied with unseating WUBBERSUM from the leaderboard... partly because of his heinous embarrassingly comedic name... partly just because I knew I could. And later that month after hunting him down and steadily owning him in the face with his own firewalls... I took my rightful place in history.
Now in my entire career here I NEVER once claimed to be the BEST player out there... in ANY class... Though some might disagree and nonchalantly mention my Archer Accolades... But like JAMES BROWN was the hardest working man in show business... I GUARANTEE the one thing that I'll stand by until my dying day, is that I WAS the hardest worker... in this entire Damn game.
In between trying to juggle individual time for chats with EACH of 30 BLACK COUNCIL MEMBERS to keep " Structure going " ... 5 of which barely spoke the English language... Homeschooling my son through sophomore and junior year of High School while sometimes pulling 80 HOUR weeks at GM... AND still managing to slip in 10 - 12 hour sessions of CONQUEST in one sitting at times ?!
At a peak in my career I was having TDM matches with one other person on my team at times fighting 5 on the opposing side ending with obscene and absurd numbers like 45 - 3
And I'd seen a lot of things over the course of this blessed game but I have never once walked into any room in any match type and seen any amount of chaos that came remotely close to what I was doing to people at that time. I remember looking down at my controller and thinking aloud WTF am I doing !? Or rather just HOW the F$#! am I doing this !? Like I'd unwittingly and unknowingly sold my soul to Satan while under the influence of alcohol and sleeping pills.
At any rate...
WUBBERSUM was the first of many casualties in my destructive wake in the sense that shortly thereafter he vanished from the landscape entirely leaving behind a legacy of... of... Yes well anyway.
He was actually the 1st of The Big THREE that I take claim for sending into early retirement... And when I say BIG Im speaking in terms of their likely respective size and relative girth in real life moreso than their character in the game. Case in point... The 2ND one we've already spoke of before...
After the defection from RESISTANCE and the overwhelming animosity that DIZZY DNICE received, especially one night in particular when THE SPHINKTER jumped into his party chat and essentially told him he was a worthless piece of s#$!... Completely Sucked at the game... and didn't understand why he even continued to play... DIZZY never quite recovered from our departure and shortly after he was virtually usurped of power when his own clan suggested and voted in new leadership under a guy named DARTH JIMMY.
Yes I know... Menacing name... elicits goosebumps everywhere right ?
Soon after that DIZZY simply faded into memory. I had planted the seed of his very demise with my initial vote of No Confidence... and he was just never able to shake the curse. All in all ultimately though I feel I may have done him a favor in the process. I mean had we stayed with him I'm sure he probably would've tagged along and festered right up until the closing of the servers... Continuing to ABSOLUTELY SUCK day in... and day out.... So DIZ no sweat bro you're welcome.
Lastly and perhaps a most shocking revelation to most... It will now be of Legends that we speak...
It was a day like any other... I was in the shire doing work as usual, when suddenly and abruptly behind the trees far in the distance I peer over, and there he was. His name was already synonymous with anyone who knew the game...
KABOOOM !!! Fire shot arrow between my freakin eyes laid out DEAD AS F#$!...
Respawn......
BLADOWWW !!! Fire shot arrow bridge of nose... concussed on floor... DONE...
Respawn......
POCHACHACHANOWWWWWW !!!!! Hair gone... brains on Hobbit house...
Respawn......
I had come to realize I'd seen a trend forming...
SO... Immediately upon spawning this time around... something I was not used to having to do in the first place... I jumped and bobbed and weaved through trees and around barns and under brush and across blood soiled grass... my own blood still spilling from my head... And when I came through the clearing and finally found merciful range on my invisible assailant... I blew him what must've felt like at that moment to me... 35 feet into the air flailing backwards into the river.
Respawn.......
Pause... Creep... Blend in with tree... BLAMMM !! 35 Feet into the air back down on face !! Stand.... Pose.... Trigger.... SHOTGUN.
Respawn........
Rinse and Repeat...
Match ends... And upon its conclusion I proceed to write an oh so inspired angry rant indeed. I read somewhat of a riot act to this man. I told him he knew GOD DAMN WELL with the two of us in plain unobscured view of one another he would have no chance of abusing his repeated acts of cowardice as a sniper, and that I was going to ruin him... To which he simply reponded with the only message he ever sent... " Are you saying that you're better than me ? "
And my retort in so many words... " JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M SAYING !? "
This was the last moment... the last day that I ever saw this person again, as sadly they disappeared never to be seen or heard from again..... It was whispered in certain circles that many reputed him as the best Archer in the history of the game....
And well... Looking back on that pivotal defining moment... that day in general. All I have to say is... I poisoned his fish heads.... That's Right... I KILLED YOUR MASTER... and removed a HERO to most... from his livelihood.
There would be no NEOSPORIN in Lord Of The Rings Conquest EVER again...
We would both usually end up in the # 2 spot if on opposing teams and often go back and forth trading the # 1 and # 2 slot if running the same side. Other guys like WUBBERSUM... TREE FACE... LEROY JENKINS... or THE GAMEFACE would tend to edge us out.
This guys name I believe then was MURK25, and I remember hearing the guy in the lobby once and thinking " This guy kinda sounds like an ass " A little on the cocky side after his matches and I remember pondering making him a target since he was potential competition on any given day anyway.
But for some reason we never actually got into it... No rivalry ever transpired. I became increasingly occupied with unseating WUBBERSUM from the leaderboard... partly because of his heinous embarrassingly comedic name... partly just because I knew I could. And later that month after hunting him down and steadily owning him in the face with his own firewalls... I took my rightful place in history.
Now in my entire career here I NEVER once claimed to be the BEST player out there... in ANY class... Though some might disagree and nonchalantly mention my Archer Accolades... But like JAMES BROWN was the hardest working man in show business... I GUARANTEE the one thing that I'll stand by until my dying day, is that I WAS the hardest worker... in this entire Damn game.
In between trying to juggle individual time for chats with EACH of 30 BLACK COUNCIL MEMBERS to keep " Structure going " ... 5 of which barely spoke the English language... Homeschooling my son through sophomore and junior year of High School while sometimes pulling 80 HOUR weeks at GM... AND still managing to slip in 10 - 12 hour sessions of CONQUEST in one sitting at times ?!
At a peak in my career I was having TDM matches with one other person on my team at times fighting 5 on the opposing side ending with obscene and absurd numbers like 45 - 3
And I'd seen a lot of things over the course of this blessed game but I have never once walked into any room in any match type and seen any amount of chaos that came remotely close to what I was doing to people at that time. I remember looking down at my controller and thinking aloud WTF am I doing !? Or rather just HOW the F$#! am I doing this !? Like I'd unwittingly and unknowingly sold my soul to Satan while under the influence of alcohol and sleeping pills.
At any rate...
WUBBERSUM was the first of many casualties in my destructive wake in the sense that shortly thereafter he vanished from the landscape entirely leaving behind a legacy of... of... Yes well anyway.
He was actually the 1st of The Big THREE that I take claim for sending into early retirement... And when I say BIG Im speaking in terms of their likely respective size and relative girth in real life moreso than their character in the game. Case in point... The 2ND one we've already spoke of before...
After the defection from RESISTANCE and the overwhelming animosity that DIZZY DNICE received, especially one night in particular when THE SPHINKTER jumped into his party chat and essentially told him he was a worthless piece of s#$!... Completely Sucked at the game... and didn't understand why he even continued to play... DIZZY never quite recovered from our departure and shortly after he was virtually usurped of power when his own clan suggested and voted in new leadership under a guy named DARTH JIMMY.
Yes I know... Menacing name... elicits goosebumps everywhere right ?
Soon after that DIZZY simply faded into memory. I had planted the seed of his very demise with my initial vote of No Confidence... and he was just never able to shake the curse. All in all ultimately though I feel I may have done him a favor in the process. I mean had we stayed with him I'm sure he probably would've tagged along and festered right up until the closing of the servers... Continuing to ABSOLUTELY SUCK day in... and day out.... So DIZ no sweat bro you're welcome.
Lastly and perhaps a most shocking revelation to most... It will now be of Legends that we speak...
It was a day like any other... I was in the shire doing work as usual, when suddenly and abruptly behind the trees far in the distance I peer over, and there he was. His name was already synonymous with anyone who knew the game...
KABOOOM !!! Fire shot arrow between my freakin eyes laid out DEAD AS F#$!...
Respawn......
BLADOWWW !!! Fire shot arrow bridge of nose... concussed on floor... DONE...
Respawn......
POCHACHACHANOWWWWWW !!!!! Hair gone... brains on Hobbit house...
Respawn......
I had come to realize I'd seen a trend forming...
SO... Immediately upon spawning this time around... something I was not used to having to do in the first place... I jumped and bobbed and weaved through trees and around barns and under brush and across blood soiled grass... my own blood still spilling from my head... And when I came through the clearing and finally found merciful range on my invisible assailant... I blew him what must've felt like at that moment to me... 35 feet into the air flailing backwards into the river.
Respawn.......
Pause... Creep... Blend in with tree... BLAMMM !! 35 Feet into the air back down on face !! Stand.... Pose.... Trigger.... SHOTGUN.
Respawn........
Rinse and Repeat...
Match ends... And upon its conclusion I proceed to write an oh so inspired angry rant indeed. I read somewhat of a riot act to this man. I told him he knew GOD DAMN WELL with the two of us in plain unobscured view of one another he would have no chance of abusing his repeated acts of cowardice as a sniper, and that I was going to ruin him... To which he simply reponded with the only message he ever sent... " Are you saying that you're better than me ? "
And my retort in so many words... " JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M SAYING !? "
This was the last moment... the last day that I ever saw this person again, as sadly they disappeared never to be seen or heard from again..... It was whispered in certain circles that many reputed him as the best Archer in the history of the game....
And well... Looking back on that pivotal defining moment... that day in general. All I have to say is... I poisoned his fish heads.... That's Right... I KILLED YOUR MASTER... and removed a HERO to most... from his livelihood.
There would be no NEOSPORIN in Lord Of The Rings Conquest EVER again...
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