Grey-Killer Therapy and Betrayal
 
 
Takes place in the Britain cemetary, where I had been fooling around and sparring with my friends Smithy Guy, Talic and The Brain.
 
 
I was flagged gray from attacking a vendor or stealing from Talic or some other way of becoming gray so we could spar. I wasn't really gaining anything, and my life was at half, so we stopped and I went to go buy some healing potions from a nearby vender packed with GH's. We came back, and I proceeded to steal from Talic to get flagged again, when out of thin freakin air comes Smithy (not smithy GUY mind you, just the 5th smithy I've seen in UO), a blue-robed flag-kill crazy fag sporting a heavy X bow and bone armor.

*SMITHY IS ATTACKING YOU*

AAHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL? Well I was in no condition to fight because I was out of bolts and hadn't downed my GH yet. So of course I ran like a bitch. We circled through the woods, his movement-homing radioactive nucleic bolts dodging trees and dancing around the forest to find its home in me arse. Finally I ducked in somewhere and hid and he ran back up to the cemetery. A friend of Talic returned my bolts to me, and I was off to the GY before his flag could wear off. And there I found him, bragging his little bloated butt off about how we all sucked and everything, and he instantly fled at the sight of *BOBO THE CLAM IS ATTACKING YOU*. So now we were on fair ground, and I was on his ass when he of course tabbed out of combat and hid somewhere. I was furious at this point, but I said "ahh screw him" and walked off to talk to my friends.

5 minutes later, lo and behold, smithy decides to show his ugly mug at the north Cem again. This time he brought with him an industrial size package of caffeine-overloaded 10 year old wigger slams. "fuck u, fuck ur momma, fuckity fuck". Stuff like this went on for about 5 minutes. I got bored and my sense of all out PO'ed vengeance got hold of me, and I started raising a poll: "Who will attack me if I get flagged for Smithy?". One guy said he would, but then seeing as smithy had recently ravaged him with blood curdling comments such as "fuk ur momma", he quickly changed his mind. "Ok then." I walked over to Smithy Guy.

*YOU SUCCESFULLY STEAL THE ITEM*
SMITHY IS ATTACKING YOU
CARI IS ATTACKING YOU

Whoa now WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? A scoundrel chick jumped out the shadows and nailed me with her bow of death for 8 hp. "Attacking a fellow thief with 20 archery skill? Daaammnnn woman!"

I quickly jumped into pursuing Smithy. By the time we got into Britain, I had him down to a sliver of his life. He then made a bolt for the nearest inn, intending to make a clean getaway by logging his ass out (Hey we have all done this though. I admit to it. Its stupid but hey) but I had NO intentions of letting this fool and his shitty sidekick stop me. I guess the poor little guy was just too excited and must've spoiled himself because he logged out before he was even in a room. I promptly dropped his arse, and proceeded to loot with Cari still lobbing patriotic rainbow bolts at me. Two onlooking newbies decided to have their share of the loot. "tsk tsk tsk. GUARDS" FWISHFWISHFISH, KACHING. I think that's MINE. I then turned on Cari and started chasing her up back to her hole in the ground up at the cemetery. I decided not to risk all this yummy loot and changed course for the bank.

The loot wasn't the big payoff, the payoff was getting my name out in the world of thieving bastards that won't stand for gray killing tweeds.

The next day, the little exploiting thief named Me'dusa who kept on stealing from me in town just because she COULD, and whom I dropped while she was blue 5 times in a row with one shot posted me as a murderer. I promptly found myself buttsurfing a guards halberd in my INN room where I logged in and lost two of my friends' loot that they just wouldn't pick up :) That's whatcha get, SMiLeY :P


Bobo The Clam,
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