Originally Posted by
Dubanka
i died to it last night.
our fearless adventurer went out into the night in search of sand so that he could finish his walls
What did he see through the haze in the cold night air? a player? ahh, the poor nekkid chap was standing in water too consumed in his activities to see our hero approaching.
Stealthily did Dubanka creep up behind hid foe, only to SPRING INTO ACTION ANS SWING SWING SWING HIS AXE DOWN UPON THE UNSUSPECTING NEKKID MAN...except...
wait.
our hero's axes did not swing. Left? Right? Left left? Right right? No 1 2?
Dubanka stood there, wondering why he was helpless to lay hands upon his foe...
and then he was dead.
a shadow of his current self, he gazed down at his fallen, mortal form, and that of his foe, locked together in a deathly embrace. Behind them stood another, another who had more apty mastered the mysteries of the lag gods and found himself victorious.
His name shall live in infamy...except i forgot it.
but he took my hat.
and my axe.
and my neckerchief.
the bastard.
in summary. twas about the shittiest pvp experience you could have. kill and die in a lag bomb. yay. great game. yes i know, pvp is not the focus and i should jsut stay in my mud hut and be happy.