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Yes, the lines "Razor Razor AU TO MOTtive, we've got the skills to make you see our glory, we rock the server like you've never even heard of LOL'ing. You want to beat us? you better keep rocking at us with your pants up. Razor Razor Automotive. Boom playa." convince me beyond a shadow of a doubt that the message is wholly sincere and serious. You people are seriously gullible.
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How does it feel to NEARLY bring down CSS in AUSTRALIA, Derth? How does it feel?
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forrest posted:Yes, the lines Thank god I'm not the only one who read that as a fakepost. I felt like I was in some bizarro-land for a second there.
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forrest posted:Yes, the lines Gee really? You really think it's a fakepost? My world... it has been turned upside down.
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Yeah, but there are still people who talk like that about video games in real life. Just struck a chord with me as I'm Australian and know people who were probably into that 'scene' and would probably say something like that about it.
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Contra Duck posted:Gee really? You really think it's a fakepost? My world... it has been turned upside down. I have no idea who the guy is, we never played a clan by the name he's talking about but Xan was the player we pretended was dead, which I didn't post.
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My friends and I were playing on a roleplaying server for The Specialists, a mod for HL1. The server only ran one map, a rather large cityscape specially designed for roleplaying. On this server, 'DMing' was not allowed. DMing stood for deathmatching, meaning going around killing people at random. If you DMed (and an admin was on) you would get permabanned (which were rather useless because they only lasted until the server crashed, which happened around three times every day). You would gain money slowly over time, and money was used to purchace skill points or items and whatnot. Guns were hard to find, and impossible to get if you didn't buy them for absurdly high prices at the gun store, craft them youself (which took a lot of skillpoints in weapon crafting to do, and on top of that still cost a lot of money to make) or be a buddy of the map maker and have gun spawn points put into your player-owned apartment, allowing you to get guns for free whenever you wanted. However, one of the skills you could buy were thief skills. Thief skills allowed you to lockpick or kick open any locked door in the game, meaning you could break into anywhere in the game, including player-owned apartments. So my friends and I all trained thief skills and after about a day of messing around in the server, we figured out where all of the good gun spawns were. Probably the best spawn point was in a second-story apartment on the outskirts of the map. It included a bunch of automatic goodies, and we regularly raided the apartment to get armed. Unbeknownst to us, the apartment was owned by a 'gang' of regulars who were friends of the admins or something. So during one of our regular apartment raids, the gang of players who owned the apartment showed up, and we got into a bloody gunfight and my friends and I eventually came out as the victors. We camped out at their apartment, and slaughtered them time after time as they tried to get in, mainly because we had guns and they didn't. Now the only reason we weren't banned for DMing was because there weren't any admins online. We slaughtered them time after time until eventually an admin comes online and promptly permabans us. As I stated earlier, a permaban was not a big detriment because it went away when the server crashed. So when the server came back online, we went legit. We started a Mexican pizza delivery business. We named ourselves Pedro, Paco, Miguel and other Mexican names and delivered pizzas. Unfortunately, we did not get many customers (because food was pretty much useless) so we decided to force ourselves upon the roleplaying community. We would take our pizzas, head over to occupied apartments and say 'KNOCK KNOCK' over and over until the occupants would open the door and talk to us. We would then talk in broken english and force our pizzas upon the occupants and remand money from our confused victims. If they did not have any money or refused to give us money, we would call the police, and try to get them arrested (we were only successful in this once). The next day we set up shop again, with the same names (Pedro, Paco and Miguel). However, for some reason, a regular on the server hated our guts. We didn't know why, we didn't force any pizzas upon him the previous day. He decided come into our Pizza store and shoot the place up with his automatic rifle. His roleplaying excuse for it? He is racist against Italians. We try explaining to him that we were Mexican, not Italian, but he would have none of it, he just came in and shot the place up again, preaching hate against Italians. Eventually he had half the server rallied up against 'those loving Italians' and we would just get murdered over and over. We tried talking to the admins, but they sided with the regulars who were out for our blood. Eventually we had enough and decided to take action. One of us snuck out and got a bunch of guns and brought them back for the rest of us. The next person to walk in the door with a weapon drawn was immediately showered with bullets. We defended our Pizza store and fought bravely, but in we end we were defeated by the almighty permaban because, once again, the admins sided with the regulars. So later, when the server crashed, we decided to be drug dealers. We used gangsta names such as '8 Balla' and 'Ice Cube' and set up shop in 'the crackhouse'. Now 'the crackhouse' was not actually intended to be a crackhouse, but it had the distinct appearance of one. It was a tiny cabin in the middle of a large city with skyscrapers and large apartments. So we used our thief skills to get inside and our drug skills plant weed plants all over the place. It was quite the sight, a tiny cabin filled to the brim with marijuana plants. There was weed in the kichen sink, on the sofa, on the dining table and even on the TV. Unfortunately, the actual owner of 'the crackhouse' came online and was quite surpised to see his house filled with marijuana. We gathered what we could and quickly ran out of the house. Fortunately, we had enough weed to sell on the streets and that we did. I know this isn't truly griefing in the way that crashing a server with flares is griefing, but it was messing around with pubbies, so I guess that is griefing in a way. Besides, I found the stories interesting, and hopefully others will too. If there's intrest, I have a few more stories including democrat shenanigans, zombie invasions and breaking elevators. EDIT: Holy poo poo, I wrote a loving essay here. I'm sorry for the length.
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SolidRed posted:Sorry to inform you, but you may have been griefed. Did you honestly think that telling someone that they caused the gamer equivalent of a nuclear blast in a large community would somehow dissuade them? Although I agree that using bots to cheat (or worse still, paying for them) can barely be considered griefing, careful and coordinated efforts involving planning and programming skills against large groups who take the game too seriously can even make those Eve Online economic griefers lean back in their large leather chairs, set aside their pipes and editions of the Wall Street Journal and say, “mmm, yes. Quite, quite.” I think that potential for griefing is proportional to the amount of time players are willing to spend in a game. It’s only reasonable to expect that games with such complex premises as “you’re in a room with a bunch of dudes. Kill them.” get the griefers with more juvenile tactics. That doesn’t mean it isn’t griefing. To contribute, and to offer an example of what I mean, take Habbo Hotel. Yes, I know, and I feel dirty just mentioning it, but look at it: It’s a browser-based 3D avatar-oriented chat program with clipping issues. Honestly, I saw groups of “griefers” getting together in rooms and chatting about internet memes not as griefing, but as playing the game as intended. To truly grief, you have to look at little things people have missed and use them to your advantage; for example, this being browser-based, Alt-F4 wasn’t the only *ahem* “cheat code” to tell players about. Once the room starts to fill up with idiots, you helpfully inform people that the correct way of dealing with the issue is not screaming at the people causing it, but instead using user-friendly report features which can be activated with Ctrl-R (or sometimes F5). Watching rooms simply clear out was very enjoyable for the amount of time invested in games like that. Anyway, here’s rooting for both Goonfleet and Team Flare. Edit: Spelling counts! Katachresis fucked around with this message at 15:28 on Jul 15, 2008 |
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If any of you have played a fairly new tf2 map titled "cp_bedroom", there's a nice place to trap people with a teleporter. On the fourth cp room (red or blue), make your way to the top of the giant shelves, and simply place a teleporter in the vent. Click here for the full 1024x768 image. A surefire way to prevent a stalemate.
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SolidRed posted: .....This, gentlemen, is why I enjoy griefing video games. Though it stinks of fakepost. Sometime, I've gotta train with your sensei.
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I AM ERROR posted:I know this isn't truly griefing in the way that crashing a server with flares is griefing, but it was messing around with pubbies, so I guess that is griefing in a way. Besides, I found the stories interesting, and hopefully others will too. If there's intrest, I have a few more stories including democrat shenanigans, zombie invasions and breaking elevators. 
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Holy crap I've been reading this thread since the begining and I can't believe I just remembered this. Counter-Strike:Source Griefing When I was a senior in high school the first class of the day for me was an AP Comp. Sci. class which, obviously, had a large amount of nerds just like myself. We would always finish our week-long projects in a day or so so most of our time was spent just BS'ing around and basically making outrageous stuff in Alice. That's not what this is about though. One day one of my friends came in and after writing a few lines of code with me, asked if me if I'd be interested in joining a CS:S clan. I played a ton of CS back then, hell, a ton of online games in general, but I'd never played competitively. I said sure and he went on to recruit a few others from our class. Eventually, there was 8 of us on the team, and none of us had ever played competitively before at all. Said friend bought us a server to practice on, which we never used, and enrolled us into a tournament. The name of the tournament I can't recall, but it was their first ever. What made this one different (and the reason we decided to jump in) was because first place offered a prize of just under a thousand dollars, second place being (I think) $400, and yadda yadda. The money for these prizes were payed off by sponsorships and advertising. So a few weeks later of saying we'll practice tomorrow, it's our first pre-lim match. We get absolutely steamrolled. I had always considered myself pretty good at the game, but to anyone who isn't familiar with competitive play, let me just say it's an entirely different animal, and these people are so good at these games it's mind-boggling. We play our second prelim match and a pattern starts to emerge. We really, really suck at this. It got so bad that half the other team would suicide at the round start just to make it somewhat difficult for themselves. It was terrible. Basically, we had absolutely no illusions that we were going to make it past the first round of the playoffs. How wrong we were. It's our first real match, and by the second round it's already apparent that we have a snowballs chance in hell at winning, and, 28 rounds later and a score of 30-0, that assumption was correct. So we all say 'good game,' log off, and I thought that was that. The next day my friend who started the clan comes and sits next to me, goes to check his email, and starts laughing his rear end off. I look over at his screen and saw the biggest wall-of-text consisting of every swear word, ethnic slur, questioning of sexual orientation you could think of. I look at the sender and see it's from the clan leader of the guys we played last night. What the hell? Through his sporadic giggling my friend told me that he logged onto the tournament website as soon as the round was over and reported a win for our team, 30-0. He said that we were gone anyways, and none of us planned on playing in another tournament, so who cares if we get banned right? I laugh and we enjoy the angry emails that the other clan proceeds to send us over the next few hours. Hours turned into days, the days turned into a week, ethnic slurs turned into death threats, and our reported win never got changed. We never heard from any admins. Nothing. A few days after that we get another automated message telling us when our next match was scheduled. None of us could believe it, but we went into the second round and got steamrolled again, 30-0. Another win we reported, and more angry emails we recieved. Yet no emails from any admins. We did this over and over again, 'winning' round after round. It got so bad that their forums were full of people screaming for us to get banned, screaming for the admins to do something, and just generally getting really pissed. We lied our way all the way to the final match. The only reason we didn't report a win on this final round is because the match was being broadcast on TV, with a hired announcer. I can't browse youtube at work, but when I get home I'll post the video of the final match, and it's hilarious. The first 15-20 minutes is the announcer stalling because one of our player's computer crashed, and he was trying to fix it while we desparately called all of our friends hoping someone would be able to log onto his steam account, download counter-strike, and then play for him. That's how unorganized our team was. We finally get our fifth and then, another computer crashes. A reboot and an obviously confused announcer later and the game is off! Within the first few minutes the announcer is already questioning our teams choices, but writes it off saying, "well, these guys are in the finals and not me so they must know what they're doing!" By the 8th round he wasn't even talking about the match anymore, and was just reading off advertisements to make more money. The final score ended up being 29-1, where we won the last round simply by luck. I won't say what happens, and I'll let you guys see for yourselves when I post the video. A few weeks later we got a check in the mail for $400, which we cashed immediately. edit: tl;dr: me and some friends make $400 by being dicks Necc0 fucked around with this message at 17:43 on Jul 15, 2008 |
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Im about to sign up and download Second Life just because of this thread. edit: signed up, my name is AfroStalin Hillershanks Pirateparty fucked around with this message at 17:53 on Jul 15, 2008 |
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Necc0 posted:A few weeks later we got a check in the mail for $400, which we cashed immediately. WOW. Definitely worth the read right there. I thought you were just playing some lame tournament for bragging rights. Well deserved! Can't wait to see the video.
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Necc0 posted:A few weeks later we got a check in the mail for $400, which we cashed immediately. That's brilliant. Did anything ever come out about what really happened?
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Necc0 posted:A few weeks later we got a check in the mail for $400, which we cashed immediately. This is a pretty feel-good story of griefing. The other team made some easy money, and you even got some cash for giving it to them. Everybody except the ones who didn't make it to the finals wins!
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flatluigi posted:That's brilliant. Did anything ever come out about what really happened? I think it's exactly what it seems like. The admins truly didn't care. At all.
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Necc0 posted:I think it's exactly what it seems like. The admins truly didn't care. At all. And wins and losses are handled on an honor system? Are they brain dead?
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We were just as surprised. Hell, that kind of behavior would have been absurd even if there wasn't a cash prize available. Considering what was at stake we thought we were going to be banned within minutes.
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Counter-Strike I spent all of my high school days either playing Counter-Strike or talking to my CS buddies on IRC. Usually when a team was about to play a match, they would spam that fact all over whatever IRC channels they were in to attract spectators. Now, back in the day, people generally used very uncreative passwords to keep other people out of competitive games. I'd wait until the match had progressed a bit before changing my name to match a ladder admin ("CAL | Angel" or some poo poo) and start guessing the password. 90% of the time, the password was "match". Otherwise, it'd be some permutation of the hosting clan's tag. A few moments later, you were in the middle of another team's match, TKing as many as you could before you were banned. This usually required the match to be rescheduled and done over. Now, that's pretty cruel, and people got wise eventually and started using stronger passwords. Counter-Strike would have been no fun without pissing off the community, so I started doing this: there were IRC channels for finding practice games (#findscrim, for one). I'd message people looking for scrims, masquerading as a team of five players. They would give me the password to their server, but alas, my nonexistent team would never show. A few minutes later, they'd be looking for a new team to play. Again, I'd wait until their game against the newfound team had progressed a bit before joining with the password they so kindly gave me beforehand and killing everyone on whatever team I joined. Good times.
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I AM ERROR posted:The Specialists Griefing Oh how could I forget about The Specialists. My friends and I spent hours in those crappy RP servers always just on the border of being banned. The great thing was that most of the server admins were so stupid you could usually talk you way out of just about anything. My favorite thing to do (which was better in servers where getting shot in the leg made you move slowly) was to sit on top of one of the high rises with a weak pistol and just shoot people in the legs. They'd drop their gun and barely be able to move at all, and my name wouldn't pop up for killing someone. Then the guy you shot starts looking for who shot him, and kills some chump who happened to be running by at the time. Grenades were great fun too. You could interrupt a "serious business meeting" by kicking down the door and throwing a grenade in. If you threw a grenade at the gas pumps the explosion would usually cause the server to crash. That was a good way to get someone banned, it was so easy to just tell the admins that some jerk did it. Especially if you were in the server with 3 friends and they didn't know you knew each other. I got a job as a cop once. I was named Steve French, I had a key bound to "Steve French unzips his pants." I would arrest people for just about anything, drag them back to the interrogation room and try to rape them. If they wouldn't play along I'd throw them in jail until they would. I was never removed from the server because the admin was an idiot (like always).
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Freeze posted:My favorite thing to do (which was better in servers where getting shot in the leg made you move slowly) was to sit on top of one of the high rises with a weak pistol and just shoot people in the legs. They'd drop their gun and barely be able to move at all, and my name wouldn't pop up for killing someone. Then the guy you shot starts looking for who shot him, and kills some chump who happened to be running by at the time. I don't think any other post in this thread has made me feel like I actually missed out on doing something, but this one really does.
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Midelne posted:I don't think any other post in this thread has made me feel like I actually missed out on doing something, but this one really does. Same here. A mod where you can grow weed? How did I miss out on this?
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Necc0 posted:tl;dr: me and some friends make $400 by being dicks This is an amazing story.
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I love griefing in second life. I used to stalk people wearing a death avatar and say and do nothing and watch them start attacking and screaming curses. Now I like to talk on microphone, wear clown heads and be a dick in a different way than I used to. It's not the most creative, but I still get a laugh out of it. I mainly walk around sandboxes and watersims and pick on furries, anime lovers and pretty much anyone else. I was flying arond Suduffco, a water sim that usually has military roleplayers, when I found a pair of german furries in a house. I flew through the wall, and started talking to them. I carried a pike with furry heads impaled on it, they didn't seem to care at first. One of them was trying to assure me that "furrys" were cool. Again and again. Eventually, I said "You germans don't know poo poo, that's how we beat your communist asses the civil war back in the 1980s." furries posted:[9:24] Vancouver Cortes: poo poo america...... Later after some clown head action, I said over mic "Sieg heil, German fuckers!" furries posted:[9:27] Sophies Acker: WTF This is the clown head I use, also:  http://www.miriscusltd.com/SA/chucklesadventures.jpg http://www.miriscusltd.com/SA/chucklesadventures2.jpg http://www.miriscusltd.com/SA/chucklesadventures3.jpg edit, oh, also, I have a giant, avatar following version of the clown head. After the Gerfurs attacked me (which was useless, I was sitting in their chair) with many weapons and cages, I unloaded a whole bunch of chuckle upon them. Telltolin fucked around with this message at 21:21 on Jul 15, 2008 |
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Midelne posted:I don't think any other post in this thread has made me feel like I actually missed out on doing something, but this one really does. The RP servers in this game were seriously a gold mine for griefing if you could find a "serious" one where the admins actually tried to enforce rules. We spent a lot of time on different servers because most of them didn't have a very long life span. Eventually we found a server that seemed to be lasting for awhile. There were two admins, Neo and Kyle. Neo liked us and Kyle hated us. I'm not sure if Neo just didn't care as much if we hosed around or if he just didn't notice. Either way we tried to downplay our antics if he was around because he got us cool stuff. Kyle was REALLY into the role playing, he played a mafia crime lord and was always acting all serious and cool. Anyways, we managed to get Neo to allow us to found our own gang. We came up with about the lamest thing we could: The Candidates. A group of dead presidents who came back to life to get involved in illegal activities. I was the leader Howard Taft. We also had George Washington, Abe Lincoln, Richard Nixon and Teddy Roosevelt. Kyle hated it. It wasn't serious RP he thought. So he decided to make a rule that our gang had to have 50 (or some other outrageous number, I don't remember exactly) members in one week. So we recruited every single person who joined the server into our gang. We even flipped a couple people from his mafia with promises of higher pay. Kyle was so pissed off by this point. We had ruined his serious RP, plus we continued with our regular griefing tactics. I already mentioned some in my previous post, another favorite was to run up to someone holding a gun and kick them. Their gun would fly from their hands, you could quickly pick it up and run off. We were banned multiple times over that week, but always unbanned by Neo with diplomatic forum posts. Finally, we declared war on his mafia (he had been "declaring war" on us all the time just to try to kill us for a couple minutes). He wasn't very good at the actual shooting aspect of the game, plus he was basically by himself so we seized his hideout and repeatedly killed him. He got extremely pissed off, put on god mode and no clip and flew around killing us. The beautiful thing is, there were these lethal injection syringes that were an instant kill. Shortly after he began his rampage Richard Nixon stabbed him with a syringe and killed him. He swore some more and then we all lost connection to the server. Shortly after he posted on their forums saying the server was going down permanently. The following is an excerpt from that post, which I have saved: "I am moving on to games where i can play alone, such as Oblivion. I am happy i wont have to check my computer ever 3 hours and make sure the server is running so a bunch off assholes can play." The fruits of a couple weeks of well planned griefing. Oh, and here's a picture. Kyle hated anything that took away from his tough-guy mafia leader persona. So of course we decided to take pictures of him while he was AFK and then post it anonymously on the forums. As you can see we were careful to not have our names displayed in the picture, we all used different models as well. 
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Second Life is the best, although I haven't played it in a while. One time I was building an inconspicuous item that would fire hundreds of physics-enabled furry heads all over the area, but I'm a really lovely coder and it turns out they all spawned inside each other, which immediately crashed the server. I'd created a loving nuke. Unfortunately, you could only use it in areas that gave you both build and script permissions, since you had to drop it and activate it, but it wasn't that hard to find them. Also, being in W-Hat, we're accosted a lot by people who think we're all terrible griefers (hint: we are). One time, this stupid group called the Anti-Griefer Special Ops came in and started shooting push objects at people, which basically does nothing. They quickly got banned from the area. I used an alt to join their group and sent them out to attack "innocent" people like Sonic roleplayers and Goreans, which was always great. gucci mangosteen fucked around with this message at 02:43 on Jul 16, 2008 |
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Algernon Quazar posted:Second Life is the best, although I haven't played it in a while. The anti-griefer spec ops always make me laugh. "Hey guys, lets combat griefers by....griefing  "
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Freeze posted:Specialist stuff. Ahahaha, RP servers were gold. It didn't help that almost all of them were public and most admins were 12 years old. Lots of servers were dumb enough to leave guns lying around on the map. If they were smart enough to remove them there was usually something exploitable they missed, like throwing knives left in the dartboard at the bar or the super jump powerup floating next to the wooden shack in the corner. I would usually go grab the superjump, make my way on top of buildings and then easily crawl into rooms through the window to arm myself. My favorite moment was when I played as Tarbash the 7-11 clerk. I'd just stand there at the counter with a raging bull concealed, and every time someone came up to the counter to buy something or rp some retarded bullshit I'd flip a coin. If it landed heads up I'd go about my business. If it landed tails I'd pull out my raging bull and blow them away without saying a word. Responses were usually, "Huh?" "WHY U DO THAT" or "WHAT THE gently caress TARBASH." I'd just claim I thought they were trying to steal. Usually the victim would be enraged to the point of revenge killing, which almost always resulted in the person getting arrested or kicked for deathmatching. And of course I'd plink at people in the legs from somewhere far away with the Ruger MKII, a silent pistol and the weakest gun in the game. That poo poo would drive people bananas. "WHO THE gently caress KEEPS SHOTING ME"
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Fuckshoes posted:The anti-griefer spec ops always make me laugh. "Hey guys, lets combat griefers by....griefing Yeah if you just troll them sometimes they'll start sending particles and traps on you. You can file an Abuse Report against them then if you haven't done anything too major. It's funny
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All right there are stories in here I can't even compare to, but I don't think I saw any mention of TFC griefing. My best griefing moments all involved snipers. Imagine that. If you can remember, one of the best things about TFC (to me anyway) is that you could collide with your own teammates and not pass through them like you do in TF2. This was just waiting to be abused. This first caused me to build sentry guns in front of the spawn in 2fort so no one could leave. Then my friend on the other team would waltz up, throw an emp in there, and waste every loving person in spawn. He could easily hit 8 kills or so per EMP. It was fantastic. After I tired of the spawn block, I moved on to giving people free rides as a sniper, even if they didn't want them. As a sniper with a charged shot, you could launch a team member a huge distance, which also happened to strip them of their armor. This proved to be fun with unsuspecting snipers in 2fort. I present to you exhibit A:  The light blue dot is me, and the red dot is my friend. The unsuspecting sniper is the dark blue dot. The red arrows indicate which way their scope was facing. With a well charged shot I would send them to the enemy side by bouncing them off the bunker, shown in exhibit B:  My friend, with his shot lined down the side of his wall, would destroy them the second they landed. Imagine standing still, flying at full loving warp speed for no reason whatsoever, and then exploding. Hilarity, confusion, and nerd rage/rage quitting/blaming ensued. I wish I had screen shots to share, but it was years ago so you will have to suffer through the bastard child of Photoshop and a crack whore because I am at work. tl;dr - I miss the good ol' days of TFC.
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Ninjasaurus posted:TFC Last time I checked, you can visit these glory days again with the HL2 mod 'Fortress Forever' - http://www.fortress-forever.com/ - I would imagine people still play it. I played a few months ago and it still had many full servers. You can do some really annoying crap with demomen and 2Fort. EDIT: The community is actually quite dead now, I knew I should have made more use of this when it was still semi popular. NapoleonAtWaterloo fucked around with this message at 00:21 on Jul 17, 2008 |
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The Fortress Forever community is to Team Fortress what NMA is to Fallout. A lot of these guys hail from the "No offense vs. offense" line of thinking, in that they take the game waaay too seriously if everyone doesn't play exactly how they want. I was actually trying to play legit on one map by camping a popular sniping spot so our team can make it across the field easier without getting 1-shot and you know, actually cap the flag. This guy flipped poo poo on me, screaming "GET OUT OF THE RESPAWN YOU loving NEWBIE!!!" Honestly, when someone screeches like that out of nowhere and their voice cracks a little in doing so, how could you not grief the hell out of them? I proceeded to camp the spawn with pipes for about 15 more minutes until finally that poor basement-dweller started ranting about how he could kick my rear end with "ANY CLASS. ANY TIME. ANY WHERE. This is why we made Fortress Forever, so loving scrubs like you can nub it up. ARRRRGH." I don't think he was actually on the dev team, but that would make the whole thing that much more hilarious if he was. Running around your base disguised as an enemy, pretending to go for the flag is a great way to generate nerd rage as well. Especially on friendly fire servers where you can get your teammates kicked after too many tks.
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Jul 16, 2008 16:30
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Forget griefing regular TF2 then. I might install Fortress Forever just to irritate the TFC elitists who can't handle someone shooting at them before they get into the enemy base.
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Jul 16, 2008 18:15
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30 Second Artbomb posted:Marginally so. I'm one of those "cheating isn't griefing" faggots, you see. If you can get the outcome of a match reversed because somebody said "lol" in global chat then they had it coming even if you don't count it as griefing.
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Jul 16, 2008 18:36
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NapoleonAtWaterloo posted:Last time I checked, you can visit these glory days again with the HL2 mod 'Fortress Forever' - http://www.fortress-forever.com/ - I would imagine people still play it. I played a few months ago and it still had many full servers. You can do some really annoying crap with demomen and 2Fort. This sounds like my kind of game. I shall make it my mission to become rage permabanned from every server.
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Jul 16, 2008 20:43
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The Wensey posted:I also learned my friend's password, removed everything out of his inventory including his hearthstone which allows you to teleport to your "home", and spent an hour and a half swimming him around the mountain-border of the world to an easter egg beach on the corner of the continent. The only way back was a very treacherous 1.5 hour swim where you had about 5 inches of room where you could safely swim without dying of fatigue. Back when I played WoW (very) regularly, I was in the secondmost progressed Horde-side raiding guild, and our guild's Hunter "Class Lead" officer. This was all pre-BC, for reference. Anyway, one of the things I did as a responsible officer, was to test out the hunters in my guild periodically, make pretty hardcore requirements for gear and the consumables they were required to bring to a raid (or they'd be booted out in favor of another player who had taken the time to collect all their bandaids and potions and then wait patiently in Kargath in the "Ready to Raid" queue. Yeah, we were serious business.) Among other things I'd do to my hunters, such as requiring them to train a dragon to a major city every once in a while (our hunters were used in MC to train certain dangerous mobs away from the raid until we had killed off the other trashmobs, and loving up would invariably cause a wipe unless another hunter was ready and waiting to re-train the mob, so training practise was vital,) I'd require hunters to both obtain the hunter epic quest weapons even if they didn't need them, and also have the other guild hunters assist them in doing so, to encourage camaraderie and all that kind of thing. Now, one of the hunters in the guild had been working on his quest forever but had never been able to beat the Winterspring demon due to both bad luck, timing, and his inability to train his way out of a paper bag.. So this particular night we played very very late and he failed the first try, but he had to go to work, so he let his brother play his character for him so we could get his weapon for him. There was a bug in this quest that allowed a party member to kill the questmob for you and then you could loot the quest item, so the plan was for me to do the mob, let his brother loot the head off of it, and when he got back from work he's have a brand-new bow and staff. Well, some of the guys with me complained that he was having to work for his bow, so we started talking poo poo about what we should do to mess with him after we finished getting him his questbow.. "Lets leave him in Ironforge!" "Naked!" "With no hearthstone!" "But leave him his new bow and staff, and a bag of bullets!" (he'd used guns until that point.) His brother was with us, oo we summoned him to felwood to get the stuff, summoned him to Org to put all his equipment, potions, etc in the bank, then filled his inventory with random quest junk, snowballs, grey vendor junk items, etc. As we walked from Kargath to Ironforge we ran into a couple big groups of whities who started harassing us, so a bunch of people in the guild got into it and came to escort us, ending up with a 30+ person raid group walking (but not riding) to Ironforge. We ended up having a merry raid on the city until we got zerg-swarmed, which culminated in us all hearthng out and leaving him standing naked in front of the Dwarf King (after a couple ghost runs.) When Pete logged into vent later that afternoon after returning from work: "Hey guys, so did you manage to get my bow?" "Hell yeah dude, I killed the demon piece of cake, we even took your bro to Felwood and turned in the quest, you're already wielding your new bow!" "Awesome! Logging in now!" "..." "..." "..." "What the gently caress, dude!? Why am I loading in Ironforg-gently caress I got ganked! Howcome I don't have any armor on!? Why can't I fire my bo-poo poo I don't have any arrows!" The entire guild was laughing at him now, as he corpse-ran four or five times just to get to the city gates. Of course, we refused him a summon, and it took him nearly 90 minutes to get back to somewhere safe, because a bunch of whities ended up hounding him to STV as we'd thoughtfully put his mount in a nice, safe bank slot. It wasn't griefing, and it's pretty  overall, but god he wouldn't talk to me for a week..  Edit: somehow forgot to finisha sentence, edited for clarity. coyo7e fucked around with this message at 21:55 on Jul 16, 2008 |
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Jul 16, 2008 21:20
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Like gently caress that isn't griefing, that's a pretty good grief if I do say so myself
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Ledneh posted:Like gently caress that isn't griefing, that's a pretty good grief if I do say so myself For our REAL in-guild griefing, one of the major poopsockers in our guild had somehow managed to get a level 10 or so alt to The yeti area where snowballs load in the wintertime, and proceeded to fill the character's inventory with stacks of snowballs, mailed pages full of stacks of snowballs to himself, and filled up his bank and a few containers with stacks of snowballs. Now in WoW, snowballs have a "knockdown" animation that interrupts movement, spellcasts, crafting, etc. So he distributed dozens of stacks of snowballs to everyone in the guild one day in midsummer, and we proceeded to cause chaos by chasing around enchanters in cities and knocking them down as they tried to disenchant items, and hanging around the blacksmith and pelting people with snowballs while they left their mods to craft a bunch of items (but the mods were dumb and if interrupted, they'd stop trying to keep crafting, so the guy would come back expecting a couple dozen items, but have none..!) But the real fun didn't start until our Tuesday night raid on BlackRock Spire... Our guildmaster was prone to getting fairly drunk and dramatic during raids, while most of our guildmembers had most of the gear they needed, and were just farming DKP. Since our guild was very established and comfortable in being the number 2 with noone close to our level of progression below us, we decided to not bring all our required consumables, but instead nearly every person in the raid snuck in a few stacks of snowballs. The guildmaster had previously scolded people for using snowballs in raids, and there was a standing rule that if you threw a snowball after we entered a raid zone, you'd get booted on the spot, so people were already ITCHING to use some snowballs again. Things were kept on the down-low, and except for a couple random snowball sightings while outside, we kept true to form; once we entered the zone everyone went to our assigned placesd for the fight, and we cleared the first room without a hitch. And the second. And the always-stressful whelp area, and the boss after them(can't recall his name anymore.) After we'd cleared up to this point we were pretty much to the "new" content we didn't have on farm status yet, so our guildmaster started hollering orders and getting everyone ready. He gets everyone set up in big, close-knit piles standing on top of each other and starts tossing a rezz to someone... Until a snowball zips out from nowhere and knocks him down. He of course immediately goes WHO DID THAT YOU KNOW BETTER!? But snowballs didn't show up in combat logs... And everyone was standing in such close groups that you couldn't see the animation happen... v;)v He starts rezzing again after giving up on finding the culprit, and POW, another snowball hits him. He yells, no response, starts rezzing again, gets nailed by another snowball from another direction, indicating that at least TWO people had snowballs..! Rut-roh he was getting pissed now, TWO PEOPLE DIDN'T FOLLOW THE RULES! He starts rezzing again after another short tirade, and suddenly at least 6 snowballs hit him at almost exactly the same instant. More shouting! More casting! MORE snowballs! By this point it's pretty obvious that more than several people had snowballs.. He gets PISSED, calls a halt to the raid, and tries a different approach to what is obviosuly a problem within his command.. He starts making a speech about how upset and disappointed :iamafag: he was at our disregarding how important clearing content is etc etc.. His patience and speech lasted for almost 90 seconds before the snowballs knocking him on his rear end every 3-4 seconds were the last straw.. He LOSES HIS poo poo and starts SCREAMING at everyone in a drunken rant, until he's sobbing over his words. Literally crying because he was so upset that we weren't raiding and he was being disobeyed. Silence ensues, while we listen to our guildmaster crying and whining like a 5 yr old with a skinned knee.. Then he /gquit. We all sat there kind of stunned, some people wondering aloud if we'd gone too far. More silence, and the co-leader of the guild was being suspiciously quiet. Then he says, "Well, I was getting sick of him pissing and moaning anyway. Lets take the night off and go gently caress with whities." Our old guildleader didn't ever try to return to my knowledge; he was so humiliated that he'd had a drunken crying jag (which we of course posted on the server's message board to be laughed over,) that he ended up giving/selling his character to someone else the day after he heard we'd finally downed Nefarion, making us one of the undisputed best progression guilds on the server and only the second Horde guild to ever down Nef on our server (because that poo poo was crazy hard until Paladins were added to Horde), which was always the old leader's number one priority: bragging rights and a place of honor on the progression sticky. Later that guy who had the character came and asked us to join our guild because he'd heard our guild was pretty good (and the only gear he didn't already have was of course in BRS, the guild leader had of course always gotten loot priority due to his insanely high DKP). We of course assented to him coming to join us for a trial run on our next MC raid. ...Then pelted the gently caress out of him with snowballs while laughing at him on Vent. He never came back. coyo7e fucked around with this message at 22:55 on Jul 16, 2008 |
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Holy poo poo, that is really hilarious. Drunk or not, the fact that you brought a man to tears using only virtual snowballs is pretty drat funny.
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