Every time I succeeded in killing a mob I had to run away from until then. Troxes especially still aggravate me
And I still have to walk around Stalker in a wide berth.
I always loved PK, used to be a real Doom/Quake/UT fan, and couldn't stand it that it took so much skill, gear and hp to even have a remote chance against other players in this game.
So winning my first real PK duel against a another well-armed midlvl player was a total rush.
Then, not too long ago, I encounter two players dressed in Vigi in PvP2, who engage me with Marbers and Starkhovs. I manage to kill them both.
I felt like God at that moment, and when they came back for seconds and lost again, I felt like God's daddy.
When I managed to kill a Falx without dying once (he never even hit me) I thought I was a master evader. Never managed it again, so it must have been a fluke!
Another time I kill a player from a Cadet soc, and his big brother comes and exacts vengeance upon me. Only this guy does it while I am busy with an Old Alpha, and royally pissed I return to life at the OP.
Where this uberlike apparition dressed in Shadow sincerely apologizes for his unsporting conduct, in front of a lot of other players. How great of you to do that, Sirre Sirre Green, much appreciated!
Sometimes it's the small things. Like scoring a crit with the Fox ME on someone you normally can't beat, but lady luck smiles on you just this once.
Or meeting someone in a PvP area who you've wanted to shoot for so long cause he was scamming and cheating in Twins.
The almost total lack of loot is frustrating me more and more. I am back in the mood where I don't even dare hunt anymore because I can't stand the disappointment that is guaranteed to follow. It's the things I described above that still keep me here.
