One time i was sitting at fonline, trolling my gangmembers, having a deep thinking about myself, like "what the fuck am i doing? what the FUCK am i doing?"
running around cripling my friends with gold nuggets, i realised there is noting more for me to gain from this game, i did what i could, i pked my fair share, participated at tons of events, happenings, tcs; hunted down and killed every single creature in the game, even tried to kill a rat, big as a car, named Larry. hearded incredible ammount of stuff, caps, weapons and armors; had enough crafting supplies to build a fucking death star.
making living as a writer, i decided i could try to contribute, writing some quests came naturaly to my mind. before that, i decided to do all the aviable quests, to try to "quest my way" through the game. plan was to set up ultimately new character, that would sweep all the cities, talking with every npcs he could find, doing all the quests possible.
so i begun my newborn bluesuit experience, spawned with one nuka and two packs of cigs near vault city. went there, kept poking around, and when i finished all the npcs at the countyard, i was just nosing around, getting the sense of a kid new to the game that tries to do all the shit possible.
this guy, "dipshit" he called himself i believe, decided to stand up to his name. running around me, trying to steal, threatening me to give him my nuka and cigs, he was persistant. i decided not to mind him after a while and went shoveling shit.
he pushes me and finds out im unprotected. i dont really know why, since i just spawned at that damn city. but nevermind. having only hammer on him, he tries to bash me to my death as im shoveling shit, clicking insanely, thinking "IMMAGONNAGETTHATNUKA"
being an agile shit-shoveler, i dodge one of his clicks, and he manages to bash a brahmin, dying instantly by the insane keepers of vault city. i loot him of all his shit, not needing any of that, just taking it as a pay for having been trolled for over thirty minutes. i go to the vault city gates, waiting for him to come back, just to show him my shiny new armor.
"oi, dipshit, check out my new armor."
now, tell me. whats not to love about this game.
there was another incident, when i was dressing myself up, about to go out, just peeking at the screen where i was standing with my mercs after swarming some muties. guy appears with mercs of his own, starting to wiping them out. i dont really care, as i really need to leave, so im just watching this shit.
for a week this guy encounters me, comes in my encounters just to shout "i killed you with your mercs!!!111", "remmember me? its ---, i kicked your ass so hard!!!111"
another week later, he drops in my encounter again, loosing his mercs this time.
that guy didnt empty SHIT out of his mules. every single one of his mercs was stuffed to the roooooooooof with loot, including all of mine from before and everything that he farmed in the meantime.
im stuffing my mules with his shit for 3 hours, falling asleep at the process, continuing for few more hours in the morning. resulting in about 1,5 mil worth of stuff.
most of my "annoying" experiences end bitter, eventually, for the troll. let me ask you again. whats not to love?
