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[Ledzepp02]

Hey Volga,

My name is Kyle but my in game character is Ledzepp. I've been a huge fan of the band for the last 5 or 6 years, ever since I picked up a guitar. I love teaching myself how to play their music, and have had a blast ever since.

I started playing Everquest during the Luclin era, as a druid named Taluvil on Ayonae Ro. At about level 30 I saw the money potential behind KEI and made a Erudite enchanter named Shinyforhead. =D. Ever since then I played nothing but my enchanter, all the way to the Serpent's Spine expansion. I loved every single challenge an enchanter could endure during that time. The game was epic to me then, I felt like the sky was the limit with the possibilities that were out there.

Now, i'm living the experience that I missed by starting late, missing a lot of classic/kunark/velious content. I felt like p1999 was the perfect opportunity. Unfortunately Sky is still the limit! [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] haha, at least for now it is.

My plans for this game are dedication to my guild as we progress and grow in strength. We are a force to be reckoned with, and I want to benefit the guild in a more meaningful way. I would love to help farm big ticket items like Yaks or Blue diamonds, but a monk just can't cut it. If you truly are giving away your necromancer and quitting the game, i'm sorry to hear that. =(. But, i would definitely put the character to good use in benefiting our guild. =)

Bon Voyage,
Ledzepp

P.S. My post count isn't that great, i'm just an extensive reader and I don't necessarily throw my opinion out to incite more drama... I just make more popcorn [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

[wrxBRAH]

we prolly getting trolled and if we're not there is a good chance the person you give it to will auction it off for platinum. Put everyones name in a hat, draw a name and get it over with.

[baub]

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't want to be bothered times."

"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.

He didn't.

He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke.

"That's a very pretty car," he said. He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard keep more than his face warm. I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true to the inner voice. "Do you need any help?" I asked. He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments.

I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me. "Don't we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun. Don't we all? I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that. You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."

Don't we all?

[Yulath]

Nice try, alien taking psychological survey!