[Bubbles]

One day i was helping another necro friend powerlevel a newer guild member in kedge keep. Our druid buddy logged in and said 'oh hey guys, mind if I come hang?"

We were all 'sure bud, come on down'. And he said he'd be there as soon as he checked to see if Bilge was up in Dagnars.

Bilge wasn't up. And of course he wasn't up, cuz this was a couple years back pre- kunark when only one person on the server killed bilge. He was a blatant SEQ-user and RMTer and whatever.. This was back before this kinda stuff was policed by the GMs (back then there really wasn't a lot of GM involvement on the server side.. They were still dev'n and fixing path nodes and quests and factions and the 8 billion things those poor guys had to deal with to get the server to where it is today.

Anyways our bud found the jerk druid sitting there afk (this was like 2am PST) and he's like 'dude, bilge ain't up, and ol' Ralph is high on his perch. Think he's asleep at the wheel or something. Gonna try and kill him". My necro bud says 'omg coming to help' and druid binds inside unrest and the two of them proceed to try and train someone in perhaps the least dangerous zone on p99 if you are above level 20, much less a 50 druid.

What happens next is perhaps the greatest single achievement in blue server griefing I've ever seen. They got the Cleric BP quest npc goblin up there, they got some tidal lords up there, and Ralph is just taking a slow, slow, creeping death beating. They are scouring the zone for undertow skeletons and feigning them off on him and he's got at least 20 mobs on him plinking him for probably 1-2 dmg a pop. After like 10 minutes of this, ol' Ralph goes down to the cheers of our merry band of goofballs..

And he respawns.

Directly. on. top. of. his. corpse.

Yes, children.. He fell asleep on his bind spot. This is where it gets ugly. For the next hour a steading stream of juggling incoming undead green mobs and keeping the goblins on task knocks Ralph down to 48 (he wasn't /anon for once). The goblins are getting better hits in, but the skeletons and such are still providing only minimal help.

The lower Ralph goes, the quicker it gets.

Fast forward to like 7:30 AM. Ralph's gone from 50 to 37, and it's time to log... job well done. The pile of corpses is massive, the impossible has been achieved.

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