I find it funny. ............................................................................................ ............. 'Graveyard of people who are say Wayneville'

Wolfang wrote:Cause people from Sodom got aneurysms every time you said they were Wayneville |||
I find it funny. ............................................................................................ ............. 'Graveyard of people who are say Wayneville'
museum wrote:What better place for a stupid story than this thread?
Storytime: Annexation of the Chocolate Factory
A courteous bump.
Spending time as usual, I went out to look for curios and maybe some flotsams (no luck though).
I came back to my isolated home that is a bit far from eyeshot if you are boating by, and saw something peculiar. There was some geared up guy at my doorstep.
W5 instincts kicked in and I instantly logged out. I hopped on an alt and spawned at my main's hearth (on a different island), only to realize I put my emergency-raid-boat on yet another, different island.
I go back on my main, and luckily the faggot who was raiding my place was AFK. I decided to hide behind a tree, zoom out, wait, and hope he didn't have Ender's client. Miraculously, he didn't. I laughed at how dumb this guy was, "raiding" some house (did I mention he put his hearthfire on my doorstep, too?) with nothing but a table and some crates in it, filled with fish and bones. What's worse is that I let a noob sleep in my house, and that fucker is locked inside until Billy here moves his hearth. My crops weren't even harvestable, but he did take my seeds (notice I say "take" because none of this land was claimed. I was going to claim it that night with the bones and dreams inside but he locked me out.)
So, hiding behind a tree, I pulled off a Wizard of Oz type thing. I started talking to him which freaked him out a little bit and he started running around trying to find me. I was off of his screen and zoomed out, so I could see him but he couldn't see me. A conversation ensued, and eventually, I let him catch me after around 10 minutes. He threatened to kill me in the dumbest way possible, but I knew he couldn't target me behind the tree. So, he started chopping down the trees and I didn't bother running -- I was overstuffed, was low on water, and my boat was closer to him than me. He was too gullible to kill me, anyways.
He caught me and offered ME a peace-pact. Here I am, my house being ransacked and the perpetrator is the one to initiate a truce. I accepted, merely because I wanted my shit back. His next objective was to make a village on my land around my house with my supplies and have me help. I asked him to give me my seeds back, but he didn't reply. I wondered what a fighter like him is doing with the seeds of a wannabe farmer like me.
The story ends here, there is more to it but it continues to unfold. I just want my stuff back but it will take some cocksucking to get.
Here's a finely tailored image of the situation, along with the chat:
http://s1.bild.me/bilder/030611/3877592umm_copy.jpg
Cliffs:
He ransacks my house in the dumbest way possible.
He has the ability to kill me more easily than I can kill him.
He spares me under the condition that I help him build a village around my house.
He has my shit.
He's got a little sidekick on the way.
He doesn't have Ender's, let alone know how to find it, install it, or use it.
He's 14.
I doubt he reads the forums.
I want my shit back.
I had one too many chortles over this.
museum wrote:Storytime: Annexation of the Chocolate Factory
A courteous bump.
Rreed1996 wrote:We can walk on water. I think its decided.
^cool story
jordancoles wrote:Confirmed no balls and you guys officially win
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