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Hey hey step up!
I had this idea of a drunken Qeynos to FP run. Everyone gets sow. Everyone takes shots when someone dies. Kithicor and HHP don't count for drinks. No wall walking allowed, hah.
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When?
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Soon*
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Hey. Hey, ya cat.
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FP to Qeynos was how I spent my first day in EQ in March 1999. Friends all wanted to be Barbarians and me an agnostic Paladin. No maps so I pulled out my piece of cloth, and kind of said oh shit it's over here, and died a lot, walked straight off the cliff after HKH, spammed the horizon in the pitch black just incase I'd wander into another giant or griffin. My entire Saturday journey. Now it's just a hop skip and a jump hugging the wall and never not having infravision.
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