This is from some FFXI GM, it's just hilarious :lol:
[GM]Dave>> Hello, Adventurer.
[GM]Dave>> Apparently, you are considering suicide.
Player>> No way, loser.
Player>> We want to fight your fake GM ass.
[GM]Dave>> I'm not sure if my ass is targetable.
[GM]Dave>> Also, my ass doesn't have a ballista license.
[GM]Dave>> It did finish the mentor quest, though.
Player>> We know you can't ban us.
Player>> And now, we're gonna kick your ass.
[GM]Dave>> I don't have a mirror...
[GM]Dave>> But I doubt my ass looks very worried.
Player>> Then you'll fight me?
[GM]Dave>> What do you mean "me"?
[GM]Dave>> I thought you had a whole group.
Player>> You want to fight all of us?!
[GM]Dave>> It wouldn't be worth the effort just to fight you.
Player>> You son of a bitch!
[GM]Dave>> You know my mom, then.
Player>> We're ready when you are, punk.
Now, that's where his already poor logic really started to fail him.
Why would you taunt someone who has already agreed to fight you? That's just not wise.
And taunting me?
Oh... the fun I was gonna have.
[GM]Dave>> Where do you want to fight?
[GM]Dave>> Choose any area you like.
Player>> How about Mordion Gaol?
Okay, now he'd just gone plain retarded.
What was his plan should he, by some miracle, win?
"Hey! We won! WE WO... How the hell do we get out of here?"
[GM]Dave>> Why not? Any other requests?
[GM]Dave>> Want me to just kill you and save us both some time?
Player>> You know we could win.
[GM]Dave>> It's possible.
[GM]Dave>> I could die of a heart attack.
Player>> You jerk!
[GM]Dave>> Sticks and stones may break my bones...
[GM]Dave>> But you'll still be retarded.
Player>> Let's go then, bitch.
[GM]Dave>> Can I ask you a question first?
[GM]Dave>> Is it hard to play with your head up your ass?
So, I warp him and his friends to Mordion Gaol.
A quick perusal of their gear and weapons indicated that these guys meant business. All level 75s with some of the best items in the game.
And then they started to check me.
Player>> What's with the delay on your Great Sword?
[GM]Dave>> It is a little high, I suppose.
Player>> You'll only get one swing a minute.
[GM]Dave>> Scared yet?
Player>> You'll be dead before your third swing.
[GM]Dave>> We'll see.
Player>> Everyone will.
Player>> I'm running Fraps.
[GM]Dave>> Thank you for telling me that.
Player>> ... What?
[GM]Dave>> Fraps is technically a third party program.
[GM]Dave>> I'm going to have to review your account for banning.
Player>> You can't do that!
[GM]Dave>> Are you sure?
That's when they charged me. All 6 of them came in swinging. It was a hectic flurry of blades and lances.
[GM]Dave>> Did I mention this armor reduces all damage to 0?
Player>> Oh GAWD!
[GM]Dave>> Is it my turn now?
I pulled out my Great Sword and swung at the moron's friend, the Paladin.
Who promptly disappeared.
Player>> Where did he go?
Player>> We could have raised him!
[GM]Dave>> I doubt it.
[GM]Dave>> My sword just deleted his character.
[GM]Dave>> I'll get to you soon.
[GM]Dave>> Damn the delay on this sword.
The hectic flurry continued after that, but instead of weapons, it was a flurry of bodies as they tried to get away.
I spent the next 5 minutes chasing down all of his friends and hitting them with the good old banstick.
Can you imagine watching years of game time, years of hard work and level grinding, going up in the quick slash of a Great Sword?
I'm guessing that would suck.
So, I left my "challenger" for last. I use quotation marks because it's not like any adventurer would present a challenge.
Player>> What are you going to do to me?
Player>> Are you going to delete my character?
[GM]Dave>> That would be too good for you.
[GM]Dave>> Let's go to Jeuno.
Player>> What are we doing?
[GM]Dave>> Well, you just opened a bazaar.
Player>> No, I didn't.
[GM]Dave>> I'd check again if I were you.
[GM]Dave>> Great prices, too.
Player>> You BASTARD!
[GM]Dave>> I didn't think anyone would sell a Hauberk for 1 gil.
[GM]Dave>> And a Kirin's Osode.
[GM]Dave>> Hey! A Kraken Club!
Player>> Please don't do it
[GM]Dave>> Actually, I'm going to buy that one myself.
[GM]Dave makes a purchase from your bazaar.
Player>> I $%&!^&* HATE YOU!
[GM]Dave>> I assumed you would.
[GM]Dave>> You'll notice that you can't move.
[GM]Dave>> Or logout.
[GM]Dave>> You'll also find you can't even DC.
[GM]Dave>> Such language.
[GM]Dave>> Tsk, tsk, tsk.
It was funny watching him stand there as the vultures started to loot his possessions.
And then reloading his bazaar from his mogsafe.
[GM]Dave>> Dropped your Rajas Ring.
Player>> I'M GOING TO @$#%$*& KILL YOU!
[GM]Dave>> Didn't we already play that game?
[GM]Dave>> As I recall, I won.