The Death of Neon.

[Berdy]

why can't we be friends

why can't we be friends

Becuase you have a conecow that I want and I just don't like you >:D

[Kaios]

poor neon

[Tonkyhonk]

[HownDoog]

This is some Grade A stuff right here.

10/10 would read again

[TheFatman]

A recounting of events, by the Fatman:

This conflict goes back to a few months ago when Neon was but a small, innocent hearthling living in harmony with me, knortable and a few others from the Prologue WoW private server, who settled near one of the many imposing mountains of the vast hearthlands.

The Beginning
In the beginning, a kind hearted spirit of cooperation seemed to permeate our small encapment as we worked to build something up for ourselves, and, despite our humble surroundings, we were quite proud of what we'd accomplished. Slowly, however, a dark light had begun to cast itself over our serene refuge of harmony, and that dark light went under the name of Neon's over-inflated ego. "But I shouldn't have to do these menial tasks and help the camp!", he'd cry. "I want to be a thief and prowl the hearthlands in search of unsuspecting victims!" he'd plead, longing for a different life, free from obligations to the village.

And so, Neon began to neglect his duties and searched instead for helpless hearthlings to plunder. As his coffers of cone cows and assorted items of nublet origin grew, so did his ambition. One day, Neon stumbled upon an encampment of seemingly feeble Russians, but alas, it had been walled before his hands could be dipped into their cupboards. So, what could he do?

After much pondering, he decided what had to be done. "Everyone, we shall build a ram!" he grunted with authority to the rest of the peaceful hearthlings. Corrupted by Neon's greed and reassurance, many of us, including the once honorable lawspeaker which mutters to you now, were persuaded to aid him in building this machine of war. Once the initial construction had finished and we had to wait for the pieces to set, the lawspeaker suggested that they keep away from it until ready, to avoid unwanted attention from passersby. Return to the village the we did, but, on the morrow, the lawspeaker left his snug little cabin to encounter his hearthlings bruised and battered from battle!

The Exodus
"It was the Russians!", they cried. "We lost the keys to the palisade!" they complained, and at the centre of it, there was Neon. Upon a more thorough investigation, it would seem that once the lawspeaker had taken to bed, Neon neglected his advice and took the innocent hearthlings to 'protect' the ram, only to be set upon by Russians of much hardier nature. As you can probably assume, it would have been foolish to remain in a fort which our new found enemies knew about and the keys to which they possessed. With this grim knowledge in our hearts, we hurriedly packed everything we could and set off to the west, where the promise of safety resided, atleast in our idealistic minds.

Despite Neon's proven lack of judgement, the kind-hearted hearthlings allowed him to travel with them so that he may settle safely alongside them once again. We sailed away for hours on end until finally we decided upon a location to make camp. Thus began days of hard work to civilize the surrounding forestland and turn it into a place that could be considered home. Much to the hearthlings' dismay, however, Neon continued to neglect his tasks. "No! I want to go plunder and explore! None of this filling the tubs and gathering wood and helping build walls!" he went on about. With Neon's attitude unchanged, our morale steadily lowered to levels never before seen, but we endured until the foundations to our Village had been raised and the site was christened New Brill.

The Exile
For days on end, Neon continued with his antics and rampant recklessness, spending New Brill's resources with no mind to whichever purpose they were originally intended for and depleting our storehouses of food and much needed tools. Neon's inconsideration culminated one day, in many of the hearthlings' eyes, when he decided to use New Brill's resources on a raft with which he could transport pigs from across the shore, so that he could gorge on them by himself. We pleaded with him not sure use our own resources for the raft, and to gather his own instead, but he would not listen and ferried the pigs with the ill constructed vessel regardless.

Once the pigs had been ferried, one of the hearthlings decided he'd had enough with Neon's disregard for us and began killing his swine. Neon wouldn't have it. He fumed and complained "I worked hard to get those pigs! They were mine! You had no right to butcher them like you did!". He threatened "I should kill you for this! All of you!" and finally he decided to go on a self-imposed exile, much to our delight. But, wait! He'd left with the keys to the front gates!

Fueled with concern and the urgency of his task, the lawspeaker dragged his boat to the water as fast as he could and chased after Neon, pleading with him to atleast throw away the key to the depths of the river, so that it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. Neon did not so much as listen, and it wasn't until the lawspeaker offered to consider compensation for his pigs that Neon finally stopped to parley. It was at this crucial moment that the Lawspeaker did what had to be done: he lifted his pickaxe high into the air and brought it down upon Neon's craft. A great crash of thundering wood gave way to screams of horror as Neon struggled to grab onto anything he could, until finally, exhaustion taking its toll on the poor hearthling, he was claimed by the once tranquil river.

Such is the tale as it was once told in the halls of New Brill.

(to be continued?)

[painhertz]

Fucking badass story. +2

[Gingercrab]

[Knortable]

Excellent recount of events, but you forgot to mention his constant threats and attempts of luring us into traps so he could kill us. We never threatened or challenged him, what we did was simply state that you wouldn't be able to find us at our corner of the world and we only wanted to live in peace. Somehow Neon took this as a 'challenge' and he just had to come over, destroy everything, almost kill my character, would have probably killed Fatmans character as well if he had been online and god knows who else he might've come across on his rampage. He also asked who our trader friends were so he would go there and do what he did to us. So he also threatened Phaen from Panio Bazaar, Felkin from Sephiroths druids and Poly. Saying repeatedly that he would go there right now after he had finished with us and level them like he did to us. I don't know how busy has he been stealing and looting recently but in our old village it escalated pretty quickly to stealing from hermits and eventually take on the russians which resulted in the death of 3 of our villagers.

[popfor]

I will halp with yer revenges yung mester.

[EyeOfRa]

Story was 10/10 would read again. Neon proven to be a little shit.