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Pyrostasis
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(If you dont like long posts about the past simply skip to the asterisk's )
First let me give you a little background before I recount the evening. I started UO back at release in 97. I was in highschool then and working at gamestop, and bought the game because I thought pay to play was ********. I thought the game would be crap, and I wanted to prove to all the customers that I thought were misguided morons, that this new mmo Idea was bs and a waste of time.
I got home, installed the game, patched it, and then on my little 33.6 connection logged in for the first time. about 12 hours later when my body finally stopped asking me to sleep and simply slammed my head on the keyboard I realized that I had just found something both wonderfull and evil =)
Needless to say the next time I went to work I was like a crack dealer with an unlimited supply of smack, and I was doing my damned best to get EVERYONE addicted.
I started off as what most people would call a Carebear. I chopped trees, I made bows, and I sold them to the merchant. I ran in fear from rabbits after one reenacted the scene from Monty Python... cept this one was grey and made scary sounds like a gerbil all cracked up.
Eventually I managed to make enough money to purchase a house, and placed it right outside my home at trinsic... next to the 1000 other houses (as this was before there were ANY rules, about house placement). With my house set up I was extremely happy, I was the man, I had a house and had accomplished my goal.
Shortly thereafter a guy carrying a rather large axe named "Akarisucks" came to my door, cut me in half, laughed at me, and took my house. It was at this moment that I realized that UO wasnt about happy times and green pastures but it was about sneeky 12yr old kids with sharp pointy weapons wanting to kill me and take my precious loot.
I learned my lesson here. Dont carry anything your not willing to lose, and watch out for other people. About a week later I had another house, a little further from town and was set to go. Managed to keep this house for a full day before losing it to someone who I had met in game and thought was a friend. Bob, apparently valued the house more than our friendship, and soon I was again homeless. I began to realize that someone would actually pretend to be your buddy just to get you to trust them, another valuable lesson learned.
I stayed away from houses for a few weeks as I learned the game, and raised my toon to a respectable skill level. I had managed to find a few dungeons and was making rather decent money. I had bumped into pks, been slaughtered several times, but also managed to run with the horde hunting them and gotten my licks in with the angry mob. Sure 10 on 2 wasnt fair... but those %@#&$!@#! had taken my home...TWICE!
At this point I had a large amount of funds, and a decent spot located outside of Brit through the mountains that was gorgeous. A friend and I purchased the large blacksmith deed (the pinnacle of wealth) and headed out to place it. We were almost robbed by two thieves but managed to get the deed to the location and place the house. Life was good for a few months. We managed to keep the house safe and secure, and were stock piling a small horde there (this was back when banks had a limit). One day while leaving the house, a thief sniped my key... I panic stricken attempted to kill the little bugger as if he got away with the key would make my house useless. The thief then promptly pulled out a kryss and beat me to death.
At that point the little carebear inside me died. I hated ALL of you. The pk that killed me, the thieves that stole from me, the nice miners for making more money than me, and that house owner for having that witch was stolen from me. There were two kinds of people in the UO world, the F'ee and the F'er and I was tired of being on the receiving end.
My brother, a friend, and I spent the next month going on a murderous rampage, killing everyone, looting anything we could get our hands on, and even clearing out/stealing houses.
Ended up playing that way off and on for the next year or so, then stat loss hit... and finally the last straw trammel/feluca split in 2000 for EQ and then DAOC.
Since then I have played pretty much everything... but nothing has given me the joy/rush of UO. Last Night I figured Id start playing again... and if I was lucky get a small part of that back.
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So last night I posted on these forums looking for a few bits of information before I logged in and got started. I figured having 3 7x gm's back in the day and millions of gold would make me able to fit right in... I mean surely they couldnt change to much right?
A extremely nice guy named Quentico offered to answer some questions and get me going.
He came and picked me up in the town I had never heard of and escorted me to his house... witch looked like nothing I had seen before. He spent about two hours breaking down all the expansions, changes, upgrades, soulstones, skills, stat changes, etc etc.
By the end of that two hours I was worried... this was not the game I had played before. It was similar... but I was no longer sure I knew how to get started again.
Quentico then gave me a tour of the area, showed me his stable with his cute and scary pets, and then took me to Skara Brae where we met a vampire who cracked me up, who strangly had a newbie with him too. The poor newbie had made the mistake of stopping several of the vampires arrows in his chest and had been cleaned out. The vampire had chosen this time to take the little victim under his wing and teach him a thing or two. I wasnt sure if the vamp had "turned" the newbie or not... but I made sure not to let the vamp get to close to me.
The vamps name has been changed to protect the guilty... but we will call him, wrongy. Wrongy explained that there was a place called Blackrock that at the moment let people skill up real fast. He let us know that if we were seen together he might have to execute us, but if we hid fast enough we might be spared. **we both began quickly raising our hide abilities**
Quentico bought us both a horse and the four of us headed off through some gate to what I recognized as T2A.
We rode for quite some time through valleys and messa's untill we came to a series of mountain passes. These rather scary looking giant rock men (reminded me of black rock golems from shame back in the day) apparently didnt move and just screamed at you while you threw pointy objects at them. Not sure about you but thats the kind of relationship I like =)
Everyonce in a while you would have to run like hell when one of the mobs finally decided that it could actually fight back and cut you in half... but they would teleport back once you moved away.
We skilled there for an hour or two till some evil group known only as QFT (I believe) started roaming the area. The other newbie and I stealthed while Quentico and Wrongy fought, but it was a blast sitting there hidden knowing that the wrong bump from the shaddows and your a grease spot on the ground.
We eventually had to move once the traffic picked up, but it was a blast getting a taste of the old times and getting shown around by a few people nice enough to take time out of their schedule to assist two newbs.
Sorry this was rather long winded... but I had a lot on my mind, hopefully some of you will appreciate it =)
First let me give you a little background before I recount the evening. I started UO back at release in 97. I was in highschool then and working at gamestop, and bought the game because I thought pay to play was ********. I thought the game would be crap, and I wanted to prove to all the customers that I thought were misguided morons, that this new mmo Idea was bs and a waste of time.
I got home, installed the game, patched it, and then on my little 33.6 connection logged in for the first time. about 12 hours later when my body finally stopped asking me to sleep and simply slammed my head on the keyboard I realized that I had just found something both wonderfull and evil =)
Needless to say the next time I went to work I was like a crack dealer with an unlimited supply of smack, and I was doing my damned best to get EVERYONE addicted.
I started off as what most people would call a Carebear. I chopped trees, I made bows, and I sold them to the merchant. I ran in fear from rabbits after one reenacted the scene from Monty Python... cept this one was grey and made scary sounds like a gerbil all cracked up.
Eventually I managed to make enough money to purchase a house, and placed it right outside my home at trinsic... next to the 1000 other houses (as this was before there were ANY rules, about house placement). With my house set up I was extremely happy, I was the man, I had a house and had accomplished my goal.
Shortly thereafter a guy carrying a rather large axe named "Akarisucks" came to my door, cut me in half, laughed at me, and took my house. It was at this moment that I realized that UO wasnt about happy times and green pastures but it was about sneeky 12yr old kids with sharp pointy weapons wanting to kill me and take my precious loot.
I learned my lesson here. Dont carry anything your not willing to lose, and watch out for other people. About a week later I had another house, a little further from town and was set to go. Managed to keep this house for a full day before losing it to someone who I had met in game and thought was a friend. Bob, apparently valued the house more than our friendship, and soon I was again homeless. I began to realize that someone would actually pretend to be your buddy just to get you to trust them, another valuable lesson learned.
I stayed away from houses for a few weeks as I learned the game, and raised my toon to a respectable skill level. I had managed to find a few dungeons and was making rather decent money. I had bumped into pks, been slaughtered several times, but also managed to run with the horde hunting them and gotten my licks in with the angry mob. Sure 10 on 2 wasnt fair... but those %@#&$!@#! had taken my home...TWICE!
At this point I had a large amount of funds, and a decent spot located outside of Brit through the mountains that was gorgeous. A friend and I purchased the large blacksmith deed (the pinnacle of wealth) and headed out to place it. We were almost robbed by two thieves but managed to get the deed to the location and place the house. Life was good for a few months. We managed to keep the house safe and secure, and were stock piling a small horde there (this was back when banks had a limit). One day while leaving the house, a thief sniped my key... I panic stricken attempted to kill the little bugger as if he got away with the key would make my house useless. The thief then promptly pulled out a kryss and beat me to death.
At that point the little carebear inside me died. I hated ALL of you. The pk that killed me, the thieves that stole from me, the nice miners for making more money than me, and that house owner for having that witch was stolen from me. There were two kinds of people in the UO world, the F'ee and the F'er and I was tired of being on the receiving end.
My brother, a friend, and I spent the next month going on a murderous rampage, killing everyone, looting anything we could get our hands on, and even clearing out/stealing houses.
Ended up playing that way off and on for the next year or so, then stat loss hit... and finally the last straw trammel/feluca split in 2000 for EQ and then DAOC.
Since then I have played pretty much everything... but nothing has given me the joy/rush of UO. Last Night I figured Id start playing again... and if I was lucky get a small part of that back.
*********************************************
So last night I posted on these forums looking for a few bits of information before I logged in and got started. I figured having 3 7x gm's back in the day and millions of gold would make me able to fit right in... I mean surely they couldnt change to much right?
A extremely nice guy named Quentico offered to answer some questions and get me going.
He came and picked me up in the town I had never heard of and escorted me to his house... witch looked like nothing I had seen before. He spent about two hours breaking down all the expansions, changes, upgrades, soulstones, skills, stat changes, etc etc.
By the end of that two hours I was worried... this was not the game I had played before. It was similar... but I was no longer sure I knew how to get started again.
Quentico then gave me a tour of the area, showed me his stable with his cute and scary pets, and then took me to Skara Brae where we met a vampire who cracked me up, who strangly had a newbie with him too. The poor newbie had made the mistake of stopping several of the vampires arrows in his chest and had been cleaned out. The vampire had chosen this time to take the little victim under his wing and teach him a thing or two. I wasnt sure if the vamp had "turned" the newbie or not... but I made sure not to let the vamp get to close to me.
The vamps name has been changed to protect the guilty... but we will call him, wrongy. Wrongy explained that there was a place called Blackrock that at the moment let people skill up real fast. He let us know that if we were seen together he might have to execute us, but if we hid fast enough we might be spared. **we both began quickly raising our hide abilities**
Quentico bought us both a horse and the four of us headed off through some gate to what I recognized as T2A.
We rode for quite some time through valleys and messa's untill we came to a series of mountain passes. These rather scary looking giant rock men (reminded me of black rock golems from shame back in the day) apparently didnt move and just screamed at you while you threw pointy objects at them. Not sure about you but thats the kind of relationship I like =)
Everyonce in a while you would have to run like hell when one of the mobs finally decided that it could actually fight back and cut you in half... but they would teleport back once you moved away.
We skilled there for an hour or two till some evil group known only as QFT (I believe) started roaming the area. The other newbie and I stealthed while Quentico and Wrongy fought, but it was a blast sitting there hidden knowing that the wrong bump from the shaddows and your a grease spot on the ground.
We eventually had to move once the traffic picked up, but it was a blast getting a taste of the old times and getting shown around by a few people nice enough to take time out of their schedule to assist two newbs.
Sorry this was rather long winded... but I had a lot on my mind, hopefully some of you will appreciate it =)
