Ten Ton Hammer - Taking MMO Gamers to the Next Level!

I have lots of EQ moments that are priceless, at least to me. I'll share a couple.
 
After playing a couple of characters to around level 10, I found myself with a newly-minted wood elf in Kelethin. Unlike Qeynos, my first starting city, Kelethin was completely confusing to me. I never once fell off a ramp or bridge (I learned very quickly to navigate them carefully), but I did have a bit of trouble with the lifts.
 
I was around level 2 or so when I found myself laden with junk I needed to sell in the city. So I headed over to the lift and waited for it to come down. I waited, and waited...and finally the lift appeared. A couple folks hopped off, and I hopped on. Then I waited for the lift to go back up. And I waited, and waited, and waited....
 
Finally I sent out a frustrated /OOC message saying, "Why the hell do these lifts take so long to go up and down?"
 
The reply came back: "Ya gotta love newbs! Use the lever, darlin'!"
 
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Much later in my EQ career, when I was nearing the level cap, I was a confident, adventure-loving druid. My friend (a fellow druid) and I practically owned Maiden's Eye, and late at night we used to run around the empty zone laughing hysterically and dragging huge trains of bats and Garangas and wolves and the odd Xi Vius (had to watch out for those guys--they had spells!) just for kicks. Pity the poor wretch who happened to zone into ME unaware and stumble across one of our training parties.
 
My husband, who played a mage, wasn't nearly as confident or adventurous as either I or my friend. His trips to ME required me to escort him to our hunting spots. I often found him running for his life and sending me frantic /tells: "Heal pls! Heal pls!" I have to admit that my friend and I--cocky druids, we!--took a sort of perverse delight in keeping him quaking in his magely slippers.
 
So, one night my husband had had quite enough of my friend's antics, and just a few too many near-death experiences with the multiple-mob pulls he was bringing to our camp. The next time my friend went out to pull, I saw my husband quickly sit down to, I assumed, memorize a spell.
 
My friend sent the group a message: "Incoming...a whole sh*tload!"
 
The next thing I knew my befuddled friend was standing back at our camp, with not a single mob in tow. The new spell my husband had memorized? Call of the Hero.
 
"I can't believe it," said my friend, "He SUMMONED my ass!"
 
Mages may be squishy, but let no one say they're stupid.

- Karen “Shayalyn” Hertzberg