dr-archeville:

notlostonanadventure:

yes-sica:

team0player0:

shock:

if fallout 76 really is a world where “every character is a real person” & there’s no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i’ve established enough of a rapport i’m going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character 

someone help where’s the screenshot of some post somewhere about the mmo player who barkept for a longass time then fucked absolutely everyone over

This one? @team0player0

This is like if Gone Girl was an MMO

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x-post from r/Morrowind. Little story by u/Nwahserasera found in the comment section of this thread.

God I spent countless hours as a teen playing on a heavily modded and
roleplay enforced ultima online server. I played Cedric Sartone, simple
farmer turned tavern owner who eventually turned it into THE BEST PLACE
IN TOWN. It was poppin every night, I was buddies with every
adventurer, soldier, mage, druid, and ranger that played the game. After
they went out and grinded their skills and did their quests, I was
waiting for them with a warm fire and plenty of ale. I’d buy their
ingredients and make awesome food and booze (max level cooking!) and was
privy to all the gossip.

Little did they know I had a side hobby, I was brewing massive
amounts of the most gamebreakingly toxic poison possible. For over a
year I roleplayed with these people as a simple barman, pretended to be
their friend and confidant, and then during a harvest festival where
every player on our server was in attendance and I was payed to provide
the food and drink… I poisoned every last morsel of food, every drop
of drink and after the reagent delivered his speech and all of these
fools raised their goblets for the toast and took that deadly sip, I
stepped onto the stage and revealed what had happened. They where all
going to die, and die they did.

Now this was a permanent death server (hardcore rpers mind you) and
some had been playing those characters for 8 years and there they all
were, collapsed and dying. Soon they were all unconscious, as you could
only die if you went unconscious three times in one day or if a certain
psychotic bartender came and cut off your head… which I did to every
player in our group of 38. They were all there, and unfortunately so was
I.

Revenge against what, you ask?

So the server had a pretty strict policy regarding pvp and pk,
essentially the GMs had to determine if there was in character
justification for any instance of disputed player killing, obviously my
situation prompted a call for an investigation. I understood those rules
from the start though, and I kept a written log in the game where I
detailed my character’s building hatred of every single other player
character in the world. He would keep track of every little thing from
petty slights, to unpaid tabs, but more importantly I adopted the little
mannerisms that people roleplayed to develop their characters into the
madness of mine.

So Elias was always whistling, well I recorded how infuriating Cedric
found it in his journal, and soon he had multiple journals packed full
of a thousand reasons an unstable maniac could use to justifiably (re:
server rules) murder anyone. The reagent who was also the server admin
had some ornate cloak with a custom texture, so I wrote like three pages
about how pompous it was, and extrapolated what kind of insufferable
prick he must have been for wearing it.

I would just write one or two things down every day for over a year,
so I had many books full for the GMs to locate in the tavern basement
and read through. The result was that they found my massacre to be in
good form and in-character, so the server was not rolled back and
instead they decided to reset and implement a new landmass they had been
working on. Some people were really pissed off, mostly a handful of the
veteran players who had been top dog for several years in their little
gladiator arena.

I only did any of it because my first character was murdered by some
overzealous asshole who just used his character to project his
inferiority complex. He killed me on my second day on the server because
I wandered into the funeral of his friend (it was taking place in the
middle of town and there was a crowd, of course I was curious) and
because I was not invited and he was a known prick it was found
justifiable for his character to kill mine because of the emotional
turmoil blah blah. So yeah I said f*ck that, and rolled a new character
who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won.

… wow.