Assholes not following NBG?

[joejccva71]

There are alot of angry people in this thread.

[joejccva71]

Originally Posted by Vexenu [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Chilling in an Unrest fireplace group with my Rogue twink.

500kpp in gear. Fungi. Epic. CoF I don't even get haste from just because I can.

Untwinked Wizard in group. New to server. Still wearing his newbie robe and pieces of cloth.

Puller brings reclusive ghoul magus, we down him quickly, my Ragebringer destroying him with extreme prejudice, easily outdamaging the entire rest of the group combined.

Dusty Bloodstained Gloves on the corpse. The young Wizard salivates at the sight of +25 mana potentially warming his little Gnomish fingers.

"Those are nice," he says. "I could use those."

"I'll bet you could," I think to myself.

Before anyone can say another word, I /random 0 100. The rest of the group follows suit. I can can almost see the Gnome's little pixelated chest beating through his stupid yellow robe as he nervously awaits the result of the roll.

He rolls a 12, and sighs in despair. My roll of 81 is enough to claim the gloves as my own, a princely bounty pried from the hands of the undead.

I loot the Dusty Bloodstained Gloves and inhale their musty aroma.

Upon further inspection of the gloves, I noticed a thread has come loose around the knuckle area.

"These gloves look quite threadworn," I tell the group. "I don't think they are safe to wear. I'd better destroy them."

Without hesitation, I drag the gloves onto my destroy button, and confirm the deed. Seconds too late, the young Wizard's tell arrives.

"Hey don't destroy those I can wear them!"

"Too late," I replied. "They were only worth a few hundred plat anyway."

The young Gnome sits down, dejected.

Content in the knowledge that I saved this poor soul from having to wear badly frayed gloves, I continued to gleefully slaughter mobs with my Ragebringer.

A minute later, a tell arrives. The Wood Elf Druidess in our group. Some do-gooder type no doubt. "Why did you destroy those gloves?" she asks. "The Wiz needed them and you obviously didn't judging by your gear. Guess you never heard of need before greed."

I press R.

I type the word...

"Nope."

I disband myself from the group, and KS the next 5 mobs before agroing the rest of the second floor and training my old group and the main room group as I run to the zone, laughing and clicking my J Boots as some poor bastard Halfling is slain behind me by a ghoul.

I zoom out and see 8-10 players running for their lives.

Shouts and OOC flood my chat, but seconds later I hit the safety of the zone line and quickly emerge on the other side.

Another tell from the Druidess. "Thanks a lot jerk, you got me and half our group killed with that train."

My finger quivers with anticipation. I press R.

"Well," I reply. "Looks like you should have been less concerned with need before greed, and more concerned with the NEED FOR SPEED!"

I immediately /q out and get up to prepare a microwave burrito.

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I just read this now, and I'm going to just assume this was a joke and never really happened. But in case it did, it's one thing for a monk to throw a fit over not getting a T-staff thrown his way because I'm pretty sure he'll just be selling it that night.

However, it's another story to have a brand new player to p99 treated like this. Of course it's acceptable for a insanely twinked out player to still roll on all loot regardless of who's in the group, but then just leave it at that? Why pester the mage and the group and tell everyone that you're just going to destroy the item that the noob could have used?

That's not being an advocate for NBG whiners getting told where to go, it's being a 110% bursting with fruit flavor asshole. You may win a few friends here that think this was a True Romance "your so cool..." moment, but overall that's asshattery at best and for a server that is trying to keep it's population alive and well, this will drive new players away.

I'm all for the anti-NBG movement like the rest of you, but not at the expense of being a douchebag.

/rant over

[joejccva71]

Originally Posted by joejccva71 [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

I just read this now, and I'm going to just assume this was a joke and never really happened. But in case it did, it's one thing for a monk to throw a fit over not getting a T-staff thrown his way because I'm pretty sure he'll just be selling it that night.

However, it's another story to have a brand new player to p99 treated like this. Of course it's acceptable for a insanely twinked out player to still roll on all loot regardless of who's in the group, but then just leave it at that? Why pester the mage and the group and tell everyone that you're just going to destroy the item that the noob could have used? Then ontop of that, you train them and get half their group killed just to salt in the wound? Why not just take a few knives and stab the guy in the face while you're at it?

That's not being an advocate for NBG whiners getting told where to go, it's being a 110% bursting with fruit flavor asshole. You may win a few friends here that think this was a True Romance "your so cool..." moment, but overall that's asshattery at best and for a server that is trying to keep it's population alive and well, this will drive new players away.

I'm all for the anti-NBG movement like the rest of you, but not at the expense of being a douchebag.

/rant over

[joejccva71]

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[Detoxx]

First world problems, yall.

[Swish]

My unmade 'class x' needs that item as much as anyone else.

[runlvlzero]

I think 1 day of the week they should make it so no items are on the server anywhere and everyone is totally naked.

[Psionide]

Originally Posted by Vexenu [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Chilling in an Unrest fireplace group with my Rogue twink.

500kpp in gear. Fungi. Epic. CoF I don't even get haste from just because I can.

Untwinked Wizard in group. New to server. Still wearing his newbie robe and pieces of cloth.

Puller brings reclusive ghoul magus, we down him quickly, my Ragebringer destroying him with extreme prejudice, easily outdamaging the entire rest of the group combined.

Dusty Bloodstained Gloves on the corpse. The young Wizard salivates at the sight of +25 mana potentially warming his little Gnomish fingers.

"Those are nice," he says. "I could use those."

"I'll bet you could," I think to myself.

Before anyone can say another word, I /random 0 100. The rest of the group follows suit. I can can almost see the Gnome's little pixelated chest beating through his stupid yellow robe as he nervously awaits the result of the roll.

He rolls a 12, and sighs in despair. My roll of 81 is enough to claim the gloves as my own, a princely bounty pried from the hands of the undead.

I loot the Dusty Bloodstained Gloves and inhale their musty aroma.

Upon further inspection of the gloves, I noticed a thread has come loose around the knuckle area.

"These gloves look quite threadworn," I tell the group. "I don't think they are safe to wear. I'd better destroy them."

Without hesitation, I drag the gloves onto my destroy button, and confirm the deed. Seconds too late, the young Wizard's tell arrives.

"Hey don't destroy those I can wear them!"

"Too late," I replied. "They were only worth a few hundred plat anyway."

The young Gnome sits down, dejected.

Content in the knowledge that I saved this poor soul from having to wear badly frayed gloves, I continued to gleefully slaughter mobs with my Ragebringer.

A minute later, a tell arrives. The Wood Elf Druidess in our group. Some do-gooder type no doubt. "Why did you destroy those gloves?" she asks. "The Wiz needed them and you obviously didn't judging by your gear. Guess you never heard of need before greed."

I press R.

I type the word...

"Nope."

I disband myself from the group, and KS the next 5 mobs before agroing the rest of the second floor and training my old group and the main room group as I run to the zone, laughing and clicking my J Boots as some poor bastard Halfling is slain behind me by a ghoul.

I zoom out and see 8-10 players running for their lives.

Shouts and OOC flood my chat, but seconds later I hit the safety of the zone line and quickly emerge on the other side.

Another tell from the Druidess. "Thanks a lot jerk, you got me and half our group killed with that train."

My finger quivers with anticipation. I press R.

"Well," I reply. "Looks like you should have been less concerned with need before greed, and more concerned with the NEED FOR SPEED!"

I immediately /q out and get up to prepare a microwave burrito.

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This dude def got his ass beat his whole life growing up. Now he's got no other way to get back at those people except by pulling shit like this so he can finally tell himself he is in fact not a bitch.

[Executiveutven]

It hurts when I pee like if soap got in

[Quineloe]

Originally Posted by Vexenu [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

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Why not just offer it to him for 100pp or whatever on the spot?