Dagger
10-26-2008, 06:27 PM
preamble: This is a story written by Suitepee in the days of a hope for beta 06.....................
(WARNING: Story contains sarcasm,stupidity and randomness. Not necessarily in that order. No refunds. If you were looking for an epic tale about how the great orc of Brandish-what-gummit defeated Human-blondehair-lightonhisarmor-thingy,then look elsewhere. Try your local bookshop. Or a hi-sci-fi convention.)
In a computer server far,far away (try Greece,that's pretty far).....
A random bunch of MMO developers,community staff and beta testers decided one random day to beta-release Darkfall. They were bored of hogging it all to themselves and playing San Andreas on their PS2's.
So on August 29th,there was a great disturbance in the for....ums. As if millions of fanboys were suddenly shocked in deep silence and then overjoyed.
Loads of inspiring elf cyber-stalkers,tough-talking orcs and generically boring "I'll play the humans and be a Paladin" types joined the beta. And somewhere amidst the crowd,erm,some random BKB people joined.
BKB had built a machine called 'The Death....',whoops copyright infringement calamity there. Sorry,I'll try to restart the story. Maybe. Give it 0.5 seconds and some butter.
Ok,BKB had built a device. Well,rather they used one already in existence. But they can always claim,by adding 'BKB' to it that it was theirs!
It was called 'Teamspeak: The Death Star (BKB! Ours! Haha!)'.
Or TS as they liked to call it. Using this device,they could annihiliate entire groups of online Darkfall chatrooms by using high-pitched techno and squeaky voices. And burping.
And Lord M.Lucas,in his all-black outfit led Teamspeak. By erm..pressing the Connect button every now and then. But it was a DEADLY Connect button,not just the average 7-worded meaning "I've connected to the server. I will proceed to throw tactics about chucking spears at mages,and if you fail me it's minus 500 DKP and a severe shouting." Of course Lord Lucas did that on the side. After all,he wouldn't tolerate poor aim. Or the Alfar. Bloody emos.
But as in every story,there has to be some sort of good person. After all,Lord Lucas musn't be allowed to spam Darkfall-related TS chatrooms,get banned from them and then whinge on the TS forums. Oh no,this is too much effort.
Instead,let's get some 'cookie cutter' hero to deal with Lord Lucas.
The hero was called Suitepee. This is because the author is an egomaniac,and likes talking about himself. System Of A Down are currently sueing him,but they don't do 'sniffers'. They do good albums instead.
Suitepee was a level 60 Mahirim rogue. I mean,he was...oh forget it,some kind of rouge. Rouges are overpowdered. Seriously look at that makeup! And he had dual weilding dggaers. I'ev lsot ues fo my grmmaar.
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Anyway,Suitepee decided to confront Lord Lucas. By challenging him to a game of online Minesweeper. CPL style. 06. SourceTV at the ready. Punkbuster online. 2 spectators.
The tension built up. Jenga-style. Suitepee clicked a button. Lord Lucas clicked a button. Lord Carnage was out killing an elf somewhere. Lord Carnage owes me 500 gold pieces for his minor inclusion in this tale of epic rip-off proportions of pie. (I like pie!) Suddenly,BOOM!
Suitepee had clicked on a mine. Lord Lucas laughed and said; "Feel the power of the slightly-greyish dark side!" Suitepee cried and demanded a nerf of Minesweeper. Lord Lucas cried. But Suitepee had lost,although he got his 'nerfbat' request by a slightly drunk Brannoc one evening in October. Brannoc also owes me 500 gold pieces for....oh dang he's a mod. Well,he owes me mod powers! And a cheese sandwich.
The morale of the story is: If you read this the whole way through,why?
(WARNING: Story contains sarcasm,stupidity and randomness. Not necessarily in that order. No refunds. If you were looking for an epic tale about how the great orc of Brandish-what-gummit defeated Human-blondehair-lightonhisarmor-thingy,then look elsewhere. Try your local bookshop. Or a hi-sci-fi convention.)
In a computer server far,far away (try Greece,that's pretty far).....
A random bunch of MMO developers,community staff and beta testers decided one random day to beta-release Darkfall. They were bored of hogging it all to themselves and playing San Andreas on their PS2's.
So on August 29th,there was a great disturbance in the for....ums. As if millions of fanboys were suddenly shocked in deep silence and then overjoyed.
Loads of inspiring elf cyber-stalkers,tough-talking orcs and generically boring "I'll play the humans and be a Paladin" types joined the beta. And somewhere amidst the crowd,erm,some random BKB people joined.
BKB had built a machine called 'The Death....',whoops copyright infringement calamity there. Sorry,I'll try to restart the story. Maybe. Give it 0.5 seconds and some butter.
Ok,BKB had built a device. Well,rather they used one already in existence. But they can always claim,by adding 'BKB' to it that it was theirs!
It was called 'Teamspeak: The Death Star (BKB! Ours! Haha!)'.
Or TS as they liked to call it. Using this device,they could annihiliate entire groups of online Darkfall chatrooms by using high-pitched techno and squeaky voices. And burping.
And Lord M.Lucas,in his all-black outfit led Teamspeak. By erm..pressing the Connect button every now and then. But it was a DEADLY Connect button,not just the average 7-worded meaning "I've connected to the server. I will proceed to throw tactics about chucking spears at mages,and if you fail me it's minus 500 DKP and a severe shouting." Of course Lord Lucas did that on the side. After all,he wouldn't tolerate poor aim. Or the Alfar. Bloody emos.
But as in every story,there has to be some sort of good person. After all,Lord Lucas musn't be allowed to spam Darkfall-related TS chatrooms,get banned from them and then whinge on the TS forums. Oh no,this is too much effort.
Instead,let's get some 'cookie cutter' hero to deal with Lord Lucas.
The hero was called Suitepee. This is because the author is an egomaniac,and likes talking about himself. System Of A Down are currently sueing him,but they don't do 'sniffers'. They do good albums instead.
Suitepee was a level 60 Mahirim rogue. I mean,he was...oh forget it,some kind of rouge. Rouges are overpowdered. Seriously look at that makeup! And he had dual weilding dggaers. I'ev lsot ues fo my grmmaar.
<fixed>
Anyway,Suitepee decided to confront Lord Lucas. By challenging him to a game of online Minesweeper. CPL style. 06. SourceTV at the ready. Punkbuster online. 2 spectators.
The tension built up. Jenga-style. Suitepee clicked a button. Lord Lucas clicked a button. Lord Carnage was out killing an elf somewhere. Lord Carnage owes me 500 gold pieces for his minor inclusion in this tale of epic rip-off proportions of pie. (I like pie!) Suddenly,BOOM!
Suitepee had clicked on a mine. Lord Lucas laughed and said; "Feel the power of the slightly-greyish dark side!" Suitepee cried and demanded a nerf of Minesweeper. Lord Lucas cried. But Suitepee had lost,although he got his 'nerfbat' request by a slightly drunk Brannoc one evening in October. Brannoc also owes me 500 gold pieces for....oh dang he's a mod. Well,he owes me mod powers! And a cheese sandwich.
The morale of the story is: If you read this the whole way through,why?