Loxley
Banned
- Joined
- Nov 5, 2004
- Messages
- 34
Well, I've been innactive for a month or two and it's time to make it official. Going to hang up my bow, stop pretending that just because Berserkers wear studded that I'm a tank too, and fire my last arrows at Lurikeen rectums. For most of the time I was very active in DAoC it was just me trying to fill up my life and I don't need it anymore.
I find it a shame that I wont get to play New Frontiers on mass, or see what it's like to play and overpowered class, and especially that I didn't say a proper goodbye to the people of this server. I have come to regret very much, alienating so many people through one mean or another, and I miss the people that powerleveled me outside the Cornwall Catacombs. In an effort for the never-ceasing improvement of my character I think I hurt some people that have only ever helped me and I'm sorry.
Regardless, I hope that I'll be remembered as someone who at the very least had his heart in the right place, made people laugh and wasn't afraid to speak my mind. Especially against petty and mean individuals. I hope I'll be remembered for Harry Potter porn and the Christmas Bazaar more than I will for being a Lion Knight. Although that would be sweet too. Ever got an archer to realm rank nine? That'll put hair on your chest. Hair that you'll be able to string your bow with.
Anyways. I'd like to say a special thank you to many people. To all the old members of Strife, who taught me proper RvR, and allowed, nay, insisted that I joined their guild group. To Odysseus' epic organisation, Khalen's weaponry, paying Draylor in about 4p's worth of Diamond Seals, Xevius, Gethin, and all the others. The coolest guild cloak created on Excalibur.
Also to The Brethren, past and present, whom welcomed me with open arms, and did not act too disgusted when they discovered what I am like. Thanks for making me an officer, it was a proud and happy moment, and when I had to choose between giving up my position in The Brethren for leaving to help Meduza, it was a decision that I spent many days considering. To the clever and damn near obsessive guildmasters, enjoying a discussion of filth with Subedai, charming the pants (naturally) off Dede, I enjoyed every second of being a part of The Brethren, and am very grateful I was not there to see it split.
To New Order! Grouping scum. You'll see soon! You'll see soon with those archers of yours! And when you get run down for the gadzillionth time by a wandering full group of brain dead wankers you'll remember me and smile! Remember me! MWAHAHAHAHHAHA!
To the Shadowlords, though I was only a member for a short time and only appeared in the early mornings.
Regardless, the only guild I would think of joining now, and have always been friendly with me as long as I can remember.
To all those honourable enemies, for making me feel utter terror, pride in victory and amusement at their various antics. To the blue con that killed me, to the two Shadowblades, one Berserker and one Eldritch that didn't. To Marczje and Alein. Sargeras and Slytale.
And finally to the Red Dragons, my fondest memories of DAoC are of you. Brachfae, my recruiter and benefitor. Madonion, the Earth Wizard. Spiral, the confused boy. Feyd the tailor. Ariadnia, who said I had nice legs. Stephen and Hawkwind. And of course Zlair, whom I miss.
It's been a while since I really felt any satisfaction or enjoyment from DAoC. The good fights kept me going, but these were few and far between. ToA reminded me that I'm just not well-suited for soloing, I love to be in a zerg, surrounded by other people, just having a good time. I still remember the Battle of Tepok's mine. I've done my duty to my realm, I've sniped during relic raids, in defence and attack. I've defended my keeps. I've had fun. But enough is enough I think. Life is good for me now, and I have lots of better things to be taking up my time. I may take up WoW, who knows? Depends if I find myself bored and can make the effort.
Goodbye gents, I'll miss you all.
I find it a shame that I wont get to play New Frontiers on mass, or see what it's like to play and overpowered class, and especially that I didn't say a proper goodbye to the people of this server. I have come to regret very much, alienating so many people through one mean or another, and I miss the people that powerleveled me outside the Cornwall Catacombs. In an effort for the never-ceasing improvement of my character I think I hurt some people that have only ever helped me and I'm sorry.
Regardless, I hope that I'll be remembered as someone who at the very least had his heart in the right place, made people laugh and wasn't afraid to speak my mind. Especially against petty and mean individuals. I hope I'll be remembered for Harry Potter porn and the Christmas Bazaar more than I will for being a Lion Knight. Although that would be sweet too. Ever got an archer to realm rank nine? That'll put hair on your chest. Hair that you'll be able to string your bow with.
Anyways. I'd like to say a special thank you to many people. To all the old members of Strife, who taught me proper RvR, and allowed, nay, insisted that I joined their guild group. To Odysseus' epic organisation, Khalen's weaponry, paying Draylor in about 4p's worth of Diamond Seals, Xevius, Gethin, and all the others. The coolest guild cloak created on Excalibur.
Also to The Brethren, past and present, whom welcomed me with open arms, and did not act too disgusted when they discovered what I am like. Thanks for making me an officer, it was a proud and happy moment, and when I had to choose between giving up my position in The Brethren for leaving to help Meduza, it was a decision that I spent many days considering. To the clever and damn near obsessive guildmasters, enjoying a discussion of filth with Subedai, charming the pants (naturally) off Dede, I enjoyed every second of being a part of The Brethren, and am very grateful I was not there to see it split.
To New Order! Grouping scum. You'll see soon! You'll see soon with those archers of yours! And when you get run down for the gadzillionth time by a wandering full group of brain dead wankers you'll remember me and smile! Remember me! MWAHAHAHAHHAHA!
To the Shadowlords, though I was only a member for a short time and only appeared in the early mornings.
Regardless, the only guild I would think of joining now, and have always been friendly with me as long as I can remember.To all those honourable enemies, for making me feel utter terror, pride in victory and amusement at their various antics. To the blue con that killed me, to the two Shadowblades, one Berserker and one Eldritch that didn't. To Marczje and Alein. Sargeras and Slytale.
And finally to the Red Dragons, my fondest memories of DAoC are of you. Brachfae, my recruiter and benefitor. Madonion, the Earth Wizard. Spiral, the confused boy.
Feyd the tailor. Ariadnia, who said I had nice legs. Stephen and Hawkwind. And of course Zlair, whom I miss.It's been a while since I really felt any satisfaction or enjoyment from DAoC. The good fights kept me going, but these were few and far between. ToA reminded me that I'm just not well-suited for soloing, I love to be in a zerg, surrounded by other people, just having a good time. I still remember the Battle of Tepok's mine. I've done my duty to my realm, I've sniped during relic raids, in defence and attack. I've defended my keeps. I've had fun. But enough is enough I think. Life is good for me now, and I have lots of better things to be taking up my time. I may take up WoW, who knows? Depends if I find myself bored and can make the effort.
Goodbye gents, I'll miss you all.
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![[SS]Gamblor](/data/avatars/m/2/2844.jpg?1319140898){kind=avatar}
to make the pain go away
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