Post by Alexandrite on Jan 23, 2016 7:22:42 GMT
Uh, let's see now, where to begin...
I was a poor bluesuiter, just like the rest of the bluesuiters at a time in FOnline 2238, sitting at a burning barrel in NCR. Most of these players would pass on through NCR to trade, steal, kill, etc. like any other gameplay, usually during the day where hundreds of players were playing. I was just chatting along side some man in a sand robe, a few bluesuits and some guy nearby called Larry Rotgut. Larry was always AFK, but would somehow go back to his AFK spot in a few minutes. Anyways, a group of heavily armed men entered NCR on this non-nuclear winter day and approached us. They circled us until they were positioned in spots where we could not run away and not be shot. They ordered us to follow their demands or be executed in public with everyone watching, and I followed these orders some being out of shear curiosity. We had followed them into the Wasteland and there the story has began to rise...
After some travelling, they finally stopped in the middle of nowhere with me and a few other people being held captive by these bandits. They have not introduced themselves, but they didn't need to as a single word could have all of our heads on poles. After a few moments of just staring at these armed men, they asked us to join them in doing destructive and vile things such as pillaging, base raiding, enslaving, PKing, and whatever else you could name. One man next to me refused to accept and was ordered to exit the area. The armed men wasted the man as he was trying to walk away alive. The armed bandits looked back at us and warned us that would happen if we tried to deny any request or flee, and we all had received the message. They had then ordered us to follow them to the next location. We had went to a distant location nearby San Francisco. The area looked unfamiliar, but it looked inhabited by the local press gang and mercenaries near by that city. These armed folks handed us weapons to aid in the battle. As soon as it was over, they had asked us a simple question to finish this ordeal, "Are you willing to fight for us, Khans, until the end?" It was just me and two other guys they were speaking to, so we had to say yes or no. I was really adventurous and curious back then, so I was on the more eager side to say yes. Think about it, all of the free weapons and armor just to take down enemy forces and learn a few tricks? I would be game for it, and I could make alliances and who knows what! However, one captive immediately responded with a "no" before me, and I was kind of shocked. This man had the balls to shoot the leader with the cheap weapon given to him by the other faction members. The leader proceeded to take charge and injure the man until near death. All went silent until the the leader looked at me and ordered me to put the unconscious man out of his misery. I was eager, so I just aimed for the head like anyone else. But then, a voice in my head that sounded like it came from the corpse I had just murdered told me "Why? Was it worth it, man.........." I shrugged and continued on with my thoughts, and was asked by the leader if I wanted to continue my quest with the Khans. I happily agreed and took the opportunity. The members cheered and smiled as I joined their squad. Soon after, the last captivated man had gotten upset over the death just before the leader confronted this man, and the captive took vengeance by injuring the leader unsuccessfully. We all had turned away and continued to get to know each other later in the gameplay with some more hunting action against the world. After everyone was done hunting, they guided me to their main base, where I was invited to join their base. I accepted once more and continued on with my life as they helped me with a lot of the gameplay itself to be better. I felt obligated to organize the base from time to time, gather much needed resources for ammo and weapons, hunt/farm, etc. It all worked out for a long time.
After a while, we continued to hunt and pillage the Wastes, knowing innocent but brutal lives were ended. Some were deserving, others not so much. I learned that whatever you had put into a faction, you get as much out of it too during this gameplay. Everyday, I got to learn something new. Either new enemies would attack me for being in such a "heinous faction" or being a "PKing faggot". Obviously, it didn't bother me as it happens to these players by many other people. There were many, many more brutal people than The Khans, such as Russian players and other types (They had really good builds, god-like almost, back then though). But, none of that stuff would bother me as I looked forward in contributing to society as a normal wastelander, who not only could defend himself but could supply his friends, including allied factions that I cannot remember their names. Life was getting better as time flew by, until more "opportunity" came...
Other local factions did not approve the life of a Khan, good or not. They needed to seek and destroy anything affiliated with them, including innocent bluesuiters who just began their life in the daily FOnline 2238 community. They needed something to destroy the Khans from the inside out. They looked for something valuable, like an asset. It was me, apparently. They used scouts and the forums to track my every movement (creepy, huh?). Unfortunately, these groups were too old for my memory to keep, it was whatever faction that disliked the Khans almost the most. They tried convincing me to join them to help newbies and stop crimes in northern towns and all that stuff. I felt like, at that time, it was the perfect way to understand how other factions worked and what they would target or play as the most, even though I played FOnline for a long time. Ironically, I was more of an ally to these factions than a member, an asset for them. I hardly made any money or gained any perks from these gangs but reputation/respect. I was able to put my name out their for a while and it felt great. Out of all honesty, it was actually rare that they would send me out to get dirt from other enemy factions/players. I played along for a good while until I had received news of a certain player that had entered the base successfully and nearly taking all of the valuables a base needed to survive. All of the work put into the base from each member, gone, vanished, *poof*. This player had then posted on the forums bragging and all that jazz, and eventually the Khans had lowered their flag and gave up. Most factions liked this sign but I felt a bit defeated as most of my friends had left into the wastes to find their own opportunities and such. I did the same and left everything affiliated with any faction behind. I even tried deleting my character over and over to get rid of the past, but memory never disappears overtime.
Nearing the end of the FOnline 2238 life (server ending, new players coming to fame, new factions who were much more dangerous and rude), I still had made acquaintances with popular players (whom I will not mention because I do remember some of them). I worked with them for a while until the end. This included a good ex-Khan member (get it?) Kaboom. Hilarious guy, greatly skilled player, friendly when on his good side. Too bad he disappeared after the server ended, and I don't blame him for his reasons. Remembering him often reminded me to check out the abandoned facility that once houses the home of any Khans. It was empty but someone somehow was stocking it up like they knew the location. I would hang around to find out who, but they never showed, and eventually the base disappeared from my map. Long story short, game ended as I decreased my gaming time on FOnline 2238 until its doom. More servers took its place, but nothing like FOnline 2238.
(In reality now) After the destruction of the FOnline 2238 community, members began to drift off as many other drifters do in search of entertainment. But, however, this handsome drifter moved on to continue his education until he got curious to still think FOnline was still around. He checked it out and began playing FOnline 2. After a while, it got boring and too easy, so he found one server called FOnline Reloaded. He tried it out, played for a bit, experimented for like a day, and found out The Khans rose from the dead. He got curious, fooled around a bit, and here he is now. A level 6 bluesuiter who almost ended up in the same situation just like at the beginning of his FOnline 2238 career.
This ends the story of this wastelander, but not war. As for war... war never changes.
Hi.
I was a poor bluesuiter, just like the rest of the bluesuiters at a time in FOnline 2238, sitting at a burning barrel in NCR. Most of these players would pass on through NCR to trade, steal, kill, etc. like any other gameplay, usually during the day where hundreds of players were playing. I was just chatting along side some man in a sand robe, a few bluesuits and some guy nearby called Larry Rotgut. Larry was always AFK, but would somehow go back to his AFK spot in a few minutes. Anyways, a group of heavily armed men entered NCR on this non-nuclear winter day and approached us. They circled us until they were positioned in spots where we could not run away and not be shot. They ordered us to follow their demands or be executed in public with everyone watching, and I followed these orders some being out of shear curiosity. We had followed them into the Wasteland and there the story has began to rise...
After some travelling, they finally stopped in the middle of nowhere with me and a few other people being held captive by these bandits. They have not introduced themselves, but they didn't need to as a single word could have all of our heads on poles. After a few moments of just staring at these armed men, they asked us to join them in doing destructive and vile things such as pillaging, base raiding, enslaving, PKing, and whatever else you could name. One man next to me refused to accept and was ordered to exit the area. The armed men wasted the man as he was trying to walk away alive. The armed bandits looked back at us and warned us that would happen if we tried to deny any request or flee, and we all had received the message. They had then ordered us to follow them to the next location. We had went to a distant location nearby San Francisco. The area looked unfamiliar, but it looked inhabited by the local press gang and mercenaries near by that city. These armed folks handed us weapons to aid in the battle. As soon as it was over, they had asked us a simple question to finish this ordeal, "Are you willing to fight for us, Khans, until the end?" It was just me and two other guys they were speaking to, so we had to say yes or no. I was really adventurous and curious back then, so I was on the more eager side to say yes. Think about it, all of the free weapons and armor just to take down enemy forces and learn a few tricks? I would be game for it, and I could make alliances and who knows what! However, one captive immediately responded with a "no" before me, and I was kind of shocked. This man had the balls to shoot the leader with the cheap weapon given to him by the other faction members. The leader proceeded to take charge and injure the man until near death. All went silent until the the leader looked at me and ordered me to put the unconscious man out of his misery. I was eager, so I just aimed for the head like anyone else. But then, a voice in my head that sounded like it came from the corpse I had just murdered told me "Why? Was it worth it, man.........." I shrugged and continued on with my thoughts, and was asked by the leader if I wanted to continue my quest with the Khans. I happily agreed and took the opportunity. The members cheered and smiled as I joined their squad. Soon after, the last captivated man had gotten upset over the death just before the leader confronted this man, and the captive took vengeance by injuring the leader unsuccessfully. We all had turned away and continued to get to know each other later in the gameplay with some more hunting action against the world. After everyone was done hunting, they guided me to their main base, where I was invited to join their base. I accepted once more and continued on with my life as they helped me with a lot of the gameplay itself to be better. I felt obligated to organize the base from time to time, gather much needed resources for ammo and weapons, hunt/farm, etc. It all worked out for a long time.
After a while, we continued to hunt and pillage the Wastes, knowing innocent but brutal lives were ended. Some were deserving, others not so much. I learned that whatever you had put into a faction, you get as much out of it too during this gameplay. Everyday, I got to learn something new. Either new enemies would attack me for being in such a "heinous faction" or being a "PKing faggot". Obviously, it didn't bother me as it happens to these players by many other people. There were many, many more brutal people than The Khans, such as Russian players and other types (They had really good builds, god-like almost, back then though). But, none of that stuff would bother me as I looked forward in contributing to society as a normal wastelander, who not only could defend himself but could supply his friends, including allied factions that I cannot remember their names. Life was getting better as time flew by, until more "opportunity" came...
Other local factions did not approve the life of a Khan, good or not. They needed to seek and destroy anything affiliated with them, including innocent bluesuiters who just began their life in the daily FOnline 2238 community. They needed something to destroy the Khans from the inside out. They looked for something valuable, like an asset. It was me, apparently. They used scouts and the forums to track my every movement (creepy, huh?). Unfortunately, these groups were too old for my memory to keep, it was whatever faction that disliked the Khans almost the most. They tried convincing me to join them to help newbies and stop crimes in northern towns and all that stuff. I felt like, at that time, it was the perfect way to understand how other factions worked and what they would target or play as the most, even though I played FOnline for a long time. Ironically, I was more of an ally to these factions than a member, an asset for them. I hardly made any money or gained any perks from these gangs but reputation/respect. I was able to put my name out their for a while and it felt great. Out of all honesty, it was actually rare that they would send me out to get dirt from other enemy factions/players. I played along for a good while until I had received news of a certain player that had entered the base successfully and nearly taking all of the valuables a base needed to survive. All of the work put into the base from each member, gone, vanished, *poof*. This player had then posted on the forums bragging and all that jazz, and eventually the Khans had lowered their flag and gave up. Most factions liked this sign but I felt a bit defeated as most of my friends had left into the wastes to find their own opportunities and such. I did the same and left everything affiliated with any faction behind. I even tried deleting my character over and over to get rid of the past, but memory never disappears overtime.
Nearing the end of the FOnline 2238 life (server ending, new players coming to fame, new factions who were much more dangerous and rude), I still had made acquaintances with popular players (whom I will not mention because I do remember some of them). I worked with them for a while until the end. This included a good ex-Khan member (get it?) Kaboom. Hilarious guy, greatly skilled player, friendly when on his good side. Too bad he disappeared after the server ended, and I don't blame him for his reasons. Remembering him often reminded me to check out the abandoned facility that once houses the home of any Khans. It was empty but someone somehow was stocking it up like they knew the location. I would hang around to find out who, but they never showed, and eventually the base disappeared from my map. Long story short, game ended as I decreased my gaming time on FOnline 2238 until its doom. More servers took its place, but nothing like FOnline 2238.
(In reality now) After the destruction of the FOnline 2238 community, members began to drift off as many other drifters do in search of entertainment. But, however, this handsome drifter moved on to continue his education until he got curious to still think FOnline was still around. He checked it out and began playing FOnline 2. After a while, it got boring and too easy, so he found one server called FOnline Reloaded. He tried it out, played for a bit, experimented for like a day, and found out The Khans rose from the dead. He got curious, fooled around a bit, and here he is now. A level 6 bluesuiter who almost ended up in the same situation just like at the beginning of his FOnline 2238 career.
This ends the story of this wastelander, but not war. As for war... war never changes.
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