Alright guys, it's war on the south. Do your worst, or your best.
So a basic run down of today.
One human from the south bashed down our gate because he "needed to talk to us."
I Killed him.
Two humans burned the barricades at the port.
I killed them.
Then an orc left a flargl egg at our west gate, which I kited to Eskandus when it hatched.
Then it killed me.
Then an orc spawned into the game at the docks right as I got back.
I tried to kill him, but he killed me.
Then while trying to build a boat on the Newlands to get home, some idiot is like "i want to test something." I say "no." He shoots a crossbow at me.
So I kill him.
He comes back a second time.
And I kill him.
We finally make it back to the Port, and Michale and his toadies are waiting for us. Blah blah blah, denies everything, Bug makes the tragic mistake of walking outside, and they kill him. As I go out to try and save him, all three of them dog pile on me, and I die.
That's all that happened in the four hours I've been playing.
At this point, I'm pretty worn out. Every single day has been drama, politics, blah blah. The fact we have at least three groups trying to ruin us is... well....the price of fame I guess.
Point is though, there's a large element of griefing in this game I don't approve of. RP seems to be the excuse to justify it. I've RP'
d with almost everyone, and you know what? It still results in the same thing. People dick you over anyways, usually in a way that is hard to deal with; like overwhelming numbers or flargl eggs or something.
I'm probably just irritated at the amount of WORK this has become, just dealing with the Hazordhu player base. But I may be taking a break. We'll see.