Project 1999 - OOT really gets to people....

Island fever. We've all heard of it but have you seen it in the wild? Killing the same mobs over and over stuck on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean. Toeking the Troll shaman sure found out the hard way.

I had just logged on 7pmish PST and lo and behold the sisters are open. Break camp and start whacking away. Toeking stops by to ask how long I'll be there almost immediately, which I reply quite some time I just logged in. He comes back an hour later and guffawed at me still camping sisters. Things quickly escalate and he has the audacity to bring up our Lord and Savior Brad McQuaid, saying I'll die like him from camping the mobs all night. The tears start flowing and he said all he wanted was an hour of time to camp the mobs. Do what we all do I replied, the dwarves are wide open and good exp. I figured he'd head that way and that was the end... How little did I know that I was dealing with a cracked man. Someone on their last leg, just needing that sweet sweet dose of phat sister loot/exp. Then it began.

First comes mob stealing. Good try Mr. King of Toes. But my mage pet will out damage you everyday of the week. Then he brings over some gobbys. Also good luck as my pets DS ate through them. Now he ups the anti and brings over all the sisters who I wasn't camping at once. Again mage's are strong and i just nuked the hell out of them and left a pile of corpses. This just make's him more mad. Finally I see his Magnum Opus of training. A Seafury. Problem is he can't shake his big friend and he keeps trying to log out with it near me. I had collected so much pp and swords i was encumbered and needed to sell so i just called it a night and logged. And that ends my story with the Toeking. Please post if you have any tales from this wretched creature. Like Gollum, we should pity him.