Me and a friend of mine were standing around, talking about the possibility of buying a large house together, when a guy by the name of ROGER WILKO strolls up in mixed bone, plate, and carrying a halberd. He just kind of piddled around until a stray panther came by, which he immediately attacked. After about 20 seconds he starts yelling "HEAL HEAL HEAL", which I found quite hilarious to have to scream in the middle of town, next to the bank, while fighting a panther. He managed to kill the mighty beast, with about 1/10 of his life left afterwards, and then starts pestering me and my friend.

"CAN I HAVE 5K??"

"What the hell would I give you 5k for?"

"YOU JUST SAID YOU HAD 30K CAN I HAVE 5K?"

After repeatedly telling him no, and explaining why he couldn't just HAVE 5k of my gold, I finally said "Look, what's your swordsmanship?"

"100 AND 100 TACTICS" Uh huh.. that must have been one helluva panther just then. "Look," I said, "We will go outside of town and spar. If you win, I will give you 5k." Well he readily agreed to this and me, him, and my friend went out of town aways, and I attacked a vendor to get flagged. He attacks me with his halberd, and I pull out mine. I quickly smack him down to 1/3 of his life, then back off a few steps. "Ok, I won, you don't get 5k."

"WTF?? GIMME MY 5K!!"

"No, the deal was that I would give you 5k if you beat me sparring, which you didn't."

"STUPID BITCH MOTHERFUCKER SHIT GIMME MY 5K NOW!!!"

Normally, most people would have chopped him to pieces, took his equipment, and laughed in his face the second he attacked. I was going to be nice to this obviously extremely young and/or stupid player, but the string of insults he coughed out made me decide that he wasn't young, just very very stupid. Out comes mister Heavy Crossbow.

*You see Black Ice attacking ROGER WILKO!*

He then of course sprinted for the town bridge, yelling guards all the way. My archery at this point in time was only in the mid-80's, but it still only took a few shots to drop him on his face in the middle of the bank crowd. Of course, the local yokels, who have YET to figure out the new rep patch even after all this time, then took the liberty of helping me loot him. After hearing that nice CHA-CHING three times, one for every moron looter (where DO all these people come from??), I helped myself to what was left of their stuff after the cable modem looters had first picks. Then I finished my ravaging of ROGER WILKO's corpse, which had quite a bit of nice stuff for such a moronic person. In fact, he had on his person a full suit of dark brown plate, which I still wear to this day :)