I would be traveling the world, trading ore to get different ore, and a branch to get a different branch.
You know, basic samurai stuff.
My first task was to head over to a cave in the Konschtat Highlands and trade a piece of crap to a spot in order to summon a bomb that dropped the stuff needed to forge my weapon.
There just happened to be a dude there who had just finished the fight, so I asked for assistance, and he was nice enough to kill the bomb with me. This was shaping up to be a great day!
Next, I had to head over to the Sanctuary of Zi'tah and trade a branch to some spot and kill a big ass walking tree to get another branch. Simple enough.
Knowing the tree would be much more difficult than the bomb, I went to the Sanctuary and shouted for help. I got no response for an hour.
My plan B was to head over to Jeuno and try to find a brave soul willing to fight by my side. I shouted for help.
And I got no response for an hour.
Despite Jeuno being the central hub of the entire continent, with massive amounts of players hanging out forever, no one would help me kill this fucking tree.
I decided that face to face contact would be preferable to anonymous shouting, so I went searching for the fiercest warriors in the realm.
No one would help me kill this thing.
Then I spotted them. Two brave Elvaan, a Dragoon and a Dark Knight in full AF gear, sitting around looking like they could use a good murder to liven up their day.
I approached them and asked if they would like to help a new(ish) player unlock his first advanced job, writing their names in the annals of time for their contribution to my cause.
They asked for 10,000g apiece because they were quote "Tired of helping people for free."
The fuck, guys? Gil was hard enough to make yourself back then, and 20,000 seemed impossible for someone with a level 30 warrior without turning to prostitution.
And I'll be damned if a Galka named Tiny wants to meet up in my mog house later.
We eventually settled on 10k because that's fair I guess, and we made short work of the tree because anything is easy when you have two people who are level infinity.
I death warped to Norg because I was smart and set my home point there, and I turned in the items, and a day later, I was murdering shit with my new great katana.
The shit murdering was fun.
Like, really fun.
As I leveled up, I found that I really liked samurai. In fact, I fucking loved samurai.
After a while, I didn't care about becoming a Dragoon. All I wanted to do was katana-murder shit. And this was back when being a samurai wasn't popular.
Yes, there was a time when samurai wasn't popular.
When I mention that, people tell me "Samurai has always been cool." Well, yeah, katanas are cool, and will probably always be cool. But believe it or not, there was a time when no one was a samurai.
If you did a quick search of Bismarck server, you would probably see five full-time samurai, including me. I don't think I even saw another samurai until I was level 50 or so. I'm not bragging. People just seem to forget that samurai was an unpopular job at one point because now, everyone is a self proclaimed "samurai master."
But that is the way of the world.
When you find something you love, retards will ruin it for you.
However, the droves of bumbling bushido did not deter me from samurai. Oh no. In fact, it made me try harder. Because no matter which class you are, there's a right way and a wrong way to play, and I was determined to set myself apart from the shitty players. And you know what? It worked.
People on the server knew me as a good samurai. I was right good at killing shit, but not good at knowing how to end a blog post.
I would like a beer.
And I'll be damned if a Galka named Tiny wants to meet up in my mog house later.
We eventually settled on 10k because that's fair I guess, and we made short work of the tree because anything is easy when you have two people who are level infinity.
I death warped to Norg because I was smart and set my home point there, and I turned in the items, and a day later, I was murdering shit with my new great katana.
The shit murdering was fun.
Like, really fun.
As I leveled up, I found that I really liked samurai. In fact, I fucking loved samurai.
After a while, I didn't care about becoming a Dragoon. All I wanted to do was katana-murder shit. And this was back when being a samurai wasn't popular.
Yes, there was a time when samurai wasn't popular.
When I mention that, people tell me "Samurai has always been cool." Well, yeah, katanas are cool, and will probably always be cool. But believe it or not, there was a time when no one was a samurai.
If you did a quick search of Bismarck server, you would probably see five full-time samurai, including me. I don't think I even saw another samurai until I was level 50 or so. I'm not bragging. People just seem to forget that samurai was an unpopular job at one point because now, everyone is a self proclaimed "samurai master."
But that is the way of the world.
When you find something you love, retards will ruin it for you.
However, the droves of bumbling bushido did not deter me from samurai. Oh no. In fact, it made me try harder. Because no matter which class you are, there's a right way and a wrong way to play, and I was determined to set myself apart from the shitty players. And you know what? It worked.
People on the server knew me as a good samurai. I was right good at killing shit, but not good at knowing how to end a blog post.
I would like a beer.
Beer me.
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