Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-25414246-20140915101709/@comment-25812005-20140918132315

Alright kiddos, this is a story that dates way back before even the storms were introduced.

It was the Thanksgiving 'Double XP' week, and game attendance was much higher than usual. All the current servers were full, so I thought I'd have a little trouble getting in; apparently, I either kicked everyone out of one server for myself or I forced another server to be created to fit me. So, being the only person on the server for a brief amount of time, I ran my usual mithril speed runs. Being fully armed in complete mithril by the 4 minute mark (yes, I timed myself), I set out to conquer my favorite island: Plateau.

Now here is where it gets interesting.

All at once, abour six players join at once, and the majority of them are on Bento. One of them screams out, "LIGHTHOUSE!!!!" probably because he saw my Lighthouse set up at the end of the Plateau. I'm now seeing nearly every other player in the game rushing to the island on a Raft whilst wielding a Stone Spear.

They never made it to the top. I had Bombs set up around my island, attached to welded planks that were linked to the cliffs. As they were landing on the shore, I activate the bombs and forage the planks; just as a tease, I dropped some pies on them too. What happened next was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Two players were killed on the initial explosion. Three of them were blown out to sea, although I'm not sure if they were thrown off the map... If they weren't, they probably drowned trying to swim back. The last fellow... His legs and left arm were blown off his torso, and he was welded into the ground.

The amount of profanities I heard was hysterical, varying from "What a scrub" to "YOU FUXKING HAXXER" (I remember these two specifically). Subsequently, all the amateur raiders left the game, leaving me with a bunch of unwanted Rafts and a couple pies that they didn't bother with.