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Advice, Be Like, and Books: 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 teamOplayerO 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 yes-sica 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 fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day
Advice, Be Like, and Books: 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
 teamOplayerO
 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
 yes-sica
 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 fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
advice-animal:

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

advice-animal: I hope I can become this spiteful one day

Be Like, Books, and Complex: 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 teamOplayerO 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 yes-sica 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 fck that, and rolled a new character who was ostensibly eager to please and non-threatening. I won. This one? Source: shock 114.795 notes D ; I hope I can become this spiteful one day
Be Like, Books, and Complex: 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
 teamOplayerO
 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
 yes-sica
 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 fck that,
 and rolled a new character who was ostensibly
 eager to please and non-threatening. I won.
 This one?
 Source: shock
 114.795 notes
 D
 ;
I hope I can become this spiteful one day

I hope I can become this spiteful one day

College, Confused, and Huh: canadianstuck One of the funniest things I ever experienced was when I went to go see John Mulaney live, and halfway through a bit about how expensive college in the States is, he looked down at the sleeve of his suit jacket and just. stopped. dead halt, mid sentence And after like three seconds, where we're all trying to figure out the punchline because the story clearly hadn't ended, and John Mulaney quietly says, "Has there been tinfoil on my buttons the whole goddamn show?" He'd taken his suit to the drycleaner, and they'd wrapped the buttons on the sleeves and the coat with tinfoil to protect them, and John Mulaney didn't notice until half-way through his set, and was SO FLABBERGASTED that he never did finish the story about college and instead did five minutes on how stupid it was that his buttons were reflecting the light and he just didn't notice, and in that moment I understood more about John Mulaney as a person than I ever have meme-team-risk-analyst during one of his portland shows, he noticed this like 7 year old girl in the front row and asked her (and her parents) if she 'is aware that she is physically here right now or if she was just brought along. turns out her favorite john mulaney bit is the "and I'm new in town bit and that she's seen all his stuff. He was so shocked and discomforted by the fact a SEVEN YEAR OLD has seen his shows that he couldn't get through a bit about donating to charity without interupting himself at least three times to import good life lessons on this small child, as if that makes up for all the horrible things he's said that she heard sammysausage When I saw him in Ft. Lauderdale, there was a bar in the lobby that people kept leaving to go to. At one point, a guy in the front row just got up and BOOKED IT to get drinks. John Mulaney looked over at a woman who was next to the empty seat and asked, "Are you with him? What's his name?" She was, in fact, with him, and she did tell him her date's name. John Mulaney considered this, looked around, and unplugged his microphone. Leaning in to us, he told us that we were going to trick this guy so fuckin hard. He said, "At some point during the show, I am going to stop and say, "Well, you guys know what they say here in Ft. Lauderdale,' and then you guys are all going to scream back 'WE LOVE MILKSHAKES! He'll be so confused He then continued on with the show as normal, the drinks guy returned to his seat, and that was that for quite a long time. We thought he had forgotten about it until, at some point during what I believe was his McDonald's drive-thru bit, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "You guys know what they say here in Ft. Lauderdale.." Naturally, we erupted with "WE LOVE MILKSHAKES and John Mulaney SWUNG around to face the drinks guy and said, "T bet you're real confused now huh, JASON?! windyvalleyzone ah so john mulaney is a chaotic neutral cryptid John Mulaney, tumblrs favorite stand up comedian
College, Confused, and Huh: canadianstuck
 One of the funniest things I ever experienced was when I went to go see John
 Mulaney live, and halfway through a bit about how expensive college in the
 States is, he looked down at the sleeve of his suit jacket and just. stopped. dead
 halt, mid sentence
 And after like three seconds, where we're all trying to figure out the punchline
 because the story clearly hadn't ended, and John Mulaney quietly says, "Has
 there been tinfoil on my buttons the whole goddamn show?"
 He'd taken his suit to the drycleaner, and they'd wrapped the buttons on the
 sleeves and the coat with tinfoil to protect them, and John Mulaney didn't notice
 until half-way through his set, and was SO FLABBERGASTED that he never did
 finish the story about college and instead did five minutes on how stupid it was
 that his buttons were reflecting the light and he just didn't notice, and in that
 moment I understood more about John Mulaney as a person than I ever have
 meme-team-risk-analyst
 during one of his portland shows, he noticed this like 7 year old girl in the front
 row and asked her (and her parents) if she 'is aware that she is physically here
 right now or if she was just brought along. turns out her favorite john mulaney bit
 is the "and I'm new in town bit and that she's seen all his stuff. He was so
 shocked and discomforted by the fact a SEVEN YEAR OLD has seen his shows
 that he couldn't get through a bit about donating to charity without interupting
 himself at least three times to import good life lessons on this small child, as if
 that makes up for all the horrible things he's said that she heard
 sammysausage
 When I saw him in Ft. Lauderdale, there was a bar in the lobby that people kept
 leaving to go to. At one point, a guy in the front row just got up and BOOKED IT
 to get drinks. John Mulaney looked over at a woman who was next to the empty
 seat and asked, "Are you with him? What's his name?"
 She was, in fact, with him, and she did tell him her date's name. John Mulaney
 considered this, looked around, and unplugged his microphone. Leaning in to
 us, he told us that we were going to trick this guy so fuckin hard. He said, "At
 some point during the show, I am going to stop and say, "Well, you guys know
 what they say here in Ft. Lauderdale,' and then you guys are all going to scream
 back 'WE LOVE MILKSHAKES! He'll be so confused
 He then continued on with the show as normal, the drinks guy returned to his
 seat, and that was that for quite a long time. We thought he had forgotten about
 it until, at some point during what I believe was his McDonald's drive-thru bit, he
 shrugged his shoulders and said, "You guys know what they say here in Ft.
 Lauderdale.."
 Naturally, we erupted with "WE LOVE MILKSHAKES and John Mulaney
 SWUNG around to face the drinks guy and said, "T bet you're real confused now
 huh, JASON?!
 windyvalleyzone
 ah so john mulaney is a chaotic neutral cryptid
John Mulaney, tumblrs favorite stand up comedian

John Mulaney, tumblrs favorite stand up comedian

Anaconda, Animals, and Bad: oo US. Cellular - 10:38 AM 0 100% acutelesbian A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover's once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes fat-thin-skinny this fucks me up every single time acutelesbian I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I've written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I o0 U.S. Cellular I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I've written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class 10:38 AM 100% After my teacher introduced us to this theory she asked us, "is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?" We were all a bunch of teenagers. urally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we'd never have a lasting relationship of any sort. She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the "feeling of love" had vanished or faded and they weren't happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation. The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, eeeoo U.S. Cellular 10:38 AM 100% bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with The divorced ones said they chose to walk away Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I've never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I've chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again. fr3ight-train This is so fucking important and I think it's something I needed right novw Since you've been gone Source: acutelesbian 1,226,982 notes Is Love a Feeling or a Choice?
Anaconda, Animals, and Bad: oo US. Cellular -
 10:38 AM
 0 100%
 acutelesbian
 A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is,
 or what scares me most. And I know they expect
 an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or
 people dressed like animals, but how do I tell
 them that when I was 17 I took a class called
 Relationships For Life and I learned that most
 people fall out of love for the same reasons they
 fell in it. That their lover's once endearing
 stubbornness has now become refusal to
 compromise and their one track mind is now
 immaturity and their bad habits that you once
 adored is now money down the drain. Their
 spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible
 and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy,
 just another distraction in your busy life
 Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought
 that I can become ugly to someone who once
 thought all the stars were in my eyes
 fat-thin-skinny
 this fucks me up every single time
 acutelesbian
 I never expected this to be my most popular
 poem out of the hundreds I've written. I was
 extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I
 o0 U.S. Cellular
 I never expected this to be my most popular
 poem out of the hundreds I've written. I was
 extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I
 left out the most beautiful part of that class
 10:38 AM
 100%
 After my teacher introduced us to this theory
 she asked us, "is love a feeling? Or is it a
 choice?" We were all a bunch of teenagers.
 urally we said it was a feeling. She said that if
 we clung to that belief, we'd never have a lasting
 relationship of any sort.
 She made us interview a dozen adults who were
 or had been married and we asked them about
 their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed
 At the end, I asked every single person if love
 was an emotion or a choice
 Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a
 conscious commitment. It was something you
 choose to make work every day with a person
 who has chosen the same thing. They all said
 that at one point in their marriage, the "feeling of
 love" had vanished or faded and they weren't
 happy. They said feelings are always changing
 and you cannot build something that will last on
 such a shaky foundation.
 The married ones said that when things were
 bad, they chose to open the communication,
 chose to identify what broke and how to fix it,
 eeeoo U.S. Cellular
 10:38 AM
 100%
 bad, they chose to open the communication,
 chose to identify what broke and how to fix it,
 and chose to recreate something worth falling in
 love with
 The divorced ones said they chose to walk away
 Ever since that class, since that project, I never
 looked at relationships the same way. I
 understood why arranged marriages were
 successful. I discovered the difference in
 feelings and commitments. I've never gone for
 the person who makes my heart flutter or my
 head spin. I've chosen the people who were
 committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding
 something to adore even on the ugliest days
 I no longer fear the day someone who swore I
 was their universe can no longer see the stars in
 my eyes as long as they still choose to look until
 they find them again.
 fr3ight-train
 This is so fucking important and I think it's
 something I needed right novw
 Since you've been gone Source: acutelesbian
 1,226,982 notes
Is Love a Feeling or a Choice?

Is Love a Feeling or a Choice?