I made one small mistake and it cost me the life of my little pixel figure. I mean... it may not sound like a big thing, but when I'm supposed to be one of the best player killers on that server at that point a silly mistake is something that I can't afford. I'd had quite a nice kill streak going.. up to about 50 or 60 (I was stood at the top of a stairs at one point. I just carried on killing this horde of people that kept on coming up. I'm sure that they were respawning and then running back or something).. and then I hit into this person levelled higher than me.
Hitting me with his rather common weapon - one of the best on that particular game - he completely fails to damage me. So I sit there killing him. As you do. He manages to get me to eat one of my 28 pieces of food (which heal you) before he runs off. Thinking he's just trying to escape I run after him. I have fairly full health, and I'm not too worried. It turns out he has a mate hiding just off screen, who would then normally try to kill me. However, as I think ahead and plan this sort of thing, some guy was already attacking his mate. Therefore the original aggressor was stuck fighting me.
And then my dad distracts me in real life. And I forget to watch my health. It drops down to a number where it shouldn't have been, and he kills me. It was quite a stupid mistake... I had practically a full inventory of healing items, the best weapon and some of the best armour in the game. And even though I was a lower level than him, it was fairly obvious that I was better than him. It's a fairly common problem for the higher levels that see me and think "easy target." I dress like someone that isn't a pure, I have weapons that no one but pures carry, and I seem to hit numbers that are too high for the average noob and to low for the average pure.
Putting it simply, I'm the anomaly. About the only thing that can reliably beat me is a team of two people, and even then there has been one memorable occasion where I got player jumped (others butting into a fight) by two other people, and had to kill all three without returning to a bank. I had to drop stuff to carry back the loot. It was one of the few times when I actually made a huge profit on player killing.
Despite dying, and losing all my good items, I'm still ahead of the game however. I've got approximately exactly the same amount of money left in my bank (after I've bought the replacements for my lost items) but I also have piles of junk, bigger stockpiles of things such as food (which is fairly expensive) and large amounts of sellables. I'm probably anywhere between 5000 and 50000 up from tonight. For 3 hours player killing it's not too bad.
And yes, I was sad enough to spend 3 hours on the game, of which about 2 was killing everyone that got in my way. I only died twice, but I lost more fights than just the two.
The thing that always really irritates me is when I get gangs of noobs attacking me one after another and then, after I've lost most of my food due to the lots of little damage they deal to me, up runs a decent player to give me a decent fight. I can't give them a decent fight though, as I just don't have the food to do so. So I have to run back to the bank, screaming my head off in case they try to kill me. Then, because I'm me and I feel guilty about not giving them a proper fight, I get out my cash and turn round and give them as much as the game will let me (normally about 10,000-12,000).
I've gained three or four friends from doing this just tonight. I've probably gained hundreds of mentions and double figures of friends over the many years I've done this. It shows the world that some pkers do have honour. And that some pkers are willing to stand and fight and die like men. Or women in the case of one of the friends I've gained from doing this.
Just giving away virtual money isn't anything in real life. But the meaning behind the gesture is clear... it's not how much I give, although it's always nice, it's why I give it that makes people walk away feeling as if they've just made a fortune. If I lose a fight and then run away to save myself losing items, I lose about 50000 or items to value of. They gain about 30000 or items to the value of. So there's a large portion of money that has just literally disappeared. So, to save this from happening I give them money. Or items, or whatever random junk I feel like throwing at them. That aside, it's trying to make amends for running. And so far, this seems to have been a good thing.
It's also a really good way of clearing out the bank account which has a fairly small limit on the number of items you're allowed in it. Only 68.. and there's literally thousands and thousands of items in the game. Is disgraceful! What would I do if I couldn't have the random pieces of junk that I want in my bank? Of course, I didn't admit this to them. They might have taken offence at it.
The other thing that irritated me tonight was the vast amount of idiots on this game. Here they are, running up to me, attacking me. I kill them - as I do - and they respawn on the other side of a wall. So do they accept that they've lost? No. They don't. They go and get another weapon and run up and attack me again. And again. And again. And again. And so on, into eternity. I'm not sure of the logic behind this, but I'm sure that it must cost them an absolute fortune to get all these weapons and then run up to me to be cut down where they stand.
Or here they are, in the middle of a fight. They're dying... so what do they do? They run off! Yes, I'll run off or teleport or escape through other means, but I'll make amends. But they don't. Hence the reason why I normally have a few friends hiding around the place with ranged attacks ready to cut down anyone trying to run. But I didn't tonight, so all these people running away with enough items of value on them to make it worth my while killing them got away. I'm planning to remedy this. I have an account or two that I'm going to reactivate and have two accounts simultaenously pking. It's going to play havoc with my concentration.
Or finally.. here they are. They didn't run, they didn't repeatedly die and come back. Instead, as they die, they shout the insult 'noob!' at me. It's a little amusing, but mostly irritating. Lying on the floor, dead, and they still find the time to throw insults at the person who just killed them. More amusing still, the insult 'noob' carries conotations of the word beggar, liar, thief, newbie and not very good player. So if I'm a noob, and not a very good player or a newbie, what are they to have just had their virtual asses kicked around the floor?
You have to admit, it's funny, but when it's large numbers of people it's a little irritating. It's nearly as funny and irritating as the people that call you a 'def noob' because you wear armour and they can't hit you, because they don't train attack which lets you hit through armour. Even I train up attack more than them, and I normally just don't bother.
Anyway, gaming aside, I must apologise to lots and lots of people. Firstly, all my friends. I wasn't on MSN today at all. Inbetween conquering the world, keeping the pet sister amused, working and everything else I commonly do on Sundays, I failed to remember to keep my MSN logged on. It's one of the things which I'm not allowed to do on the computer I hijacked to play the internet game on (the normal computer was too laggy.. I couldn't kill anyone on it without extremely high risk of collapsing dead.) I do apologise. It was unacceptable. I shall work harder to get a temporary internet connection in my room so that I can do lots and lots of things at once instead of just one thing.
Who else do I apologise to? I did think about apologising to people like Keelan and Steph/Zelanore for evading the truth, but that's me and I'm always me, so it's a little hard. Apologising for being me is a little pointless really. Bit like apologising for being a geek. I'm not going to stop being a geek.
I sometimes have to wonder if there actually is a god. I cannot percieve any possible reason other than some diseased god's sick sense of humour for the thing commonly known as puberty, but which I would honestly consider renaming purgatory. I mean, what use is it? A few things grow downstairs, hair sprouts everywhere and you shoot up like a beanstalk. Also, and this is the bit I hate, comes the greasy hair and the sweating like a pig bit.
Think about it. Things growing downstairs.. yeah - that's fine. Hair sprouting everywhere? I can live with that.. it keeps me warm on a winter night. Shooting up like a beanstalk - opportunities to intimidate, be picked out in a crowd and to have more presence in a room than anyone else around you. Although, according to one of my teachers, I don't need height to do that, I just need to be in the room to have a presence in it. I don't know whether it's a good thing to have everyone think you're in the room, or a bad thing to have everyone think you're in the room.
It's an old teacher, for those that were about to ask who it was, and if you want more details ask on MSN. I'm not stupid enough to post up teacher's names on something like this. Someone I don't know might stumble across this blog!
I polled this blog... I asked the question "Do I know you in real life?" and 100% of the answers said no. All 4 of them. I don't know whether to be shocked at the percentage, amused at the number, or amazed at how well I can manipulate statistics. I have a future in politics obviously!
On the note of politics, has anyone but my dad noticed that Gordon Brown is busy using the terrorist legislation against the Icelandic Government? Here we have it.. Icelandic banks go bust, they're all nationalised so it's the government that foots the bill. The Icelandic government refuse to pay up the promised fifty thousand, so our good friend Mr Brown decides to use those nice shiny terrorist laws to nick all of their money. It's pretty conclusive that the terrorist laws weren't just imposed on us for our own benefit.
If the legislation can, without due cause, be used against a government that isn't even in the country where the legislation exists, then what can happen to us? Of course, I'd probably get thrown into jail for 42 days while they decided what to do with me, and whether or not I was a terrorist. This is the beginnings of a new Britain. Forget totalitarianism. This is something entirely new. At least totalitarianism admits it's trying to control it's nation. Democracy hasn't quite got to that stage of honesty yet.
Democracy is just a new type of dictatorship. It's at time like these when I really begin to wonder whether or not a perfect Communist state is the answer. If everyone was truly equal and everything was shared totally equally then we'd avoid the problem of the rich people losing all of their money. We'd also lack anyone to lead us, and any army would have no leader, so things would be a little chaotic but I'm sure that those that are more equal than other's would be all too willing to get rid of a true communist state and impose a pseudo-communist state instead.
The problem with communism lies in one simple thing. They start off on the pretext that everyone is equal. However, no one is equal.
Doing the unusual thing and getting back on topic, people have been saying that we're fast approaching an orwellian society. Where the government monitors every single action of ours, polices the entire country and what we watch and tries to control what we think. People are wrong. George Orwell never thought that this would happen. Where not just every country is monitored, but the entire world is surrounded by a web of digital communication and satellites which could track our every movement. Our phonecalls, emails, letters, faxes and all forms of communication can be monitored under the anti-terrorism legislation.
People can be pulled off of the streets without a minutes warning, for no cause other than suspicions of conspiring to cause terror. Guilty until proven innocent, or until 42 days is up. What no one seems to realise is that the government can most probably access all of this information about you. The problem comes from the one fatal flaw in the plan. There's 60 million of us in England alone. Just to monitor us, to have every action recorded and stored somewhere, would require millions of terabytes of data to be stored on a computer somewhere. And then someone would have to read through this information.
The problem comes not from lack of information, but rather an exess of it. Hell, the American's could probably find their top ten most wanted criminals from the data they've got, but I think that it'd take them about 60 years, by which time the top ten are most likely all dead.
But I'm tired, so I'm gong to stop this one here. Short and Sweet.
I must be ill or something.
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