gideon
Mar 15, 2001, 07:23 PM
Now I know from what I’m about to say many are going to despise and hate me as it will at one point or another bring back painful memories of online gaming, but there is a confession I must announce! I am a tyrant, one of those players who make’s the honest gamer of PSO afraid to be felled or exchange items. I am one of those (for want of a better term) “Bastards” who lies patiently under the deceitful cover of honesty looking for any potential rarity from a fallen comrade, succumb by the heat of battle.
A reminder: guild cards first, then items.
It’s twisted but in all truthfulness I find this to be one of the most entertaining unintentional aspects of the PSO experience. You'll be surprised just how trusting some people are, people so devoid of human social behaviour they’re unable to fathom the notion of crime in such a perfect and artificial world.
I once easily deceived a Humar of about the same level, doing what most do, going from lobby to lobby from game to game in search of “that” special weapon, hoping to find someone of enough experience and generosity to provide it for them. (Free of course).
I think his name was, "FEAR", as soon as he entered the game he ran right up to me and asked if I had anything to trade and like always I replied, "what you got?" He then preceded to go through a list of pretty boring items that could with very little effort be found on hard or very hard, I told him I wasn’t interested and instead offered a game.
After a barrage of crying bubbles and begging we finally got to the caves, but as soon as we got there I noticed he had equipped a "DOUBLE SABER" (*now that was an item I’ve been after for quite sometime but never managed to get my hands on one. Up until now*!). Innocently I asked what it was, he told me, and i offered a trade' and being the sarcastic bunch most gamers are he replied "what you got?” Making up a bunch of lies I told him a majority of the rare weapons. It ended up with him wanting to trade my supposed frying pan for the De-vine Double Saber. So adhering to his offer I requested he move a little further away from my position while I ensured a good distance (“putting a little space between us just in-case he found out what was in store for him”!). He understood and complied, dropping his Double Saber he asked me to release mine, so I did, and instead I dropped an ordinary Saber (he had no idea what it was! All he could see was an orange box),' I slowly walked towards his and he did the same toward mine, he picked up the Saber, I picked up the Double Saber and I turned round to watch his reaction.
Most of what he wrote to being with I couldn’t read cause he was swearing so much, and the PSO server was editing most of it. But one thing's for sure, he was typing fast very fast, the bubbles were whizzing up one afer another reminisant of the 5th of november. After about 5 minuets he finally clamed down and asked for it back nicely. I said, 'drop my Saber and I’ll give it back' so he did and I picked that up too, so now I have his weapon and all mine, this made him even worse and again he started swearing and this time running rings around my character. After laughing my arse off and having enough entertainment for one night, I left with a new addition to my inventory. A job well done.
Go on say it…. I know your thinking it......
IM A BASTARED.
And I love it.
A reminder: guild cards first, then items.
It’s twisted but in all truthfulness I find this to be one of the most entertaining unintentional aspects of the PSO experience. You'll be surprised just how trusting some people are, people so devoid of human social behaviour they’re unable to fathom the notion of crime in such a perfect and artificial world.
I once easily deceived a Humar of about the same level, doing what most do, going from lobby to lobby from game to game in search of “that” special weapon, hoping to find someone of enough experience and generosity to provide it for them. (Free of course).
I think his name was, "FEAR", as soon as he entered the game he ran right up to me and asked if I had anything to trade and like always I replied, "what you got?" He then preceded to go through a list of pretty boring items that could with very little effort be found on hard or very hard, I told him I wasn’t interested and instead offered a game.
After a barrage of crying bubbles and begging we finally got to the caves, but as soon as we got there I noticed he had equipped a "DOUBLE SABER" (*now that was an item I’ve been after for quite sometime but never managed to get my hands on one. Up until now*!). Innocently I asked what it was, he told me, and i offered a trade' and being the sarcastic bunch most gamers are he replied "what you got?” Making up a bunch of lies I told him a majority of the rare weapons. It ended up with him wanting to trade my supposed frying pan for the De-vine Double Saber. So adhering to his offer I requested he move a little further away from my position while I ensured a good distance (“putting a little space between us just in-case he found out what was in store for him”!). He understood and complied, dropping his Double Saber he asked me to release mine, so I did, and instead I dropped an ordinary Saber (he had no idea what it was! All he could see was an orange box),' I slowly walked towards his and he did the same toward mine, he picked up the Saber, I picked up the Double Saber and I turned round to watch his reaction.
Most of what he wrote to being with I couldn’t read cause he was swearing so much, and the PSO server was editing most of it. But one thing's for sure, he was typing fast very fast, the bubbles were whizzing up one afer another reminisant of the 5th of november. After about 5 minuets he finally clamed down and asked for it back nicely. I said, 'drop my Saber and I’ll give it back' so he did and I picked that up too, so now I have his weapon and all mine, this made him even worse and again he started swearing and this time running rings around my character. After laughing my arse off and having enough entertainment for one night, I left with a new addition to my inventory. A job well done.
Go on say it…. I know your thinking it......
IM A BASTARED.
And I love it.