Once upon a time, i introduced myself to a neighbor i hadn't said hi to before. We chatted, i gave him some stuff, including letting him borrow my highest quality pickaxe. Then he logged off.
And never logged back on. He never died, he just took my stuff and left, never to be seen again.
Not to worry though, his claim ran out of presence, so i bashed in and took back what was mine. (And maybe some of what wasn't mine.
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H&H also made me feel remorse. A good buddy of mine, who gave me a ton of high-quality metal to start my wrought iron production, was raided and murdered. I still feel horrible. At least i put whatever was left to good use.
Rest in peace Aeryn, you will be missed, and never forgotten. My biggest regret is that i couldn't find your body, to give you a proper crypt.

Whoever killed him, swallow a Haven ant, and get your insides burned and melt out your eyeballs, then fall in a swamp where your only fate is to be eaten away by leeches for all eternity.
Plus, another guy i'd met at the very start of the world right when i spawned in was drowned by some cruel, cruel person. RIP.
