This comic is about 80% fabricated. I have not in fact been in a group where, while in the process of dying, I was advised to forgo planning. I have however been in a group when a named mob feared us into other mobs and we died. That actually happened the first time I grouped after coming back to EQ two months ago. But you should all know by now that I'm not above making up a story to serve as the ground work for a decent comic.

Why? Because we've pretty much all been there. I remember pick up groups for LDoN keenly for this very reason. When I did LDoN's with folks I knew. No issue. We each knew our roles. Pick up groups, not so much.

Now, for the sake of amusement, I'd like to hear your best death stories.

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was amongst some good friends back in the MM ldon .
our cleric and ranger were real life husband and wife, our ench was a close friend of mine, and 2 of our other friends along for the ride. well..
long story short big room, lots of mobs, and missed the second pat.

ranger's throwing pitty heals, cleric throwing major heals like it's a fire sale.
shaman is slowing, healing , enchanter is going nuts. because the crap hit the fan like a fat kid going down on a pie.

over teamspeak all you hear is manic laughing and oh god oh god oh god.. no no no no no
oh hell. oh crap.. MOVE.. Not That Way!

oh hell i found more... INCOMING!

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now the sad thing was, the ranger managed to make the zone line first.
1hp.. the ranger lived.


how the hell did the ranger live.

all i know is i my little tank got knocked up and down like a ranger in french maids outfit.

still makes me laugh when we talk about it.

When I was a young and naive druid, someone asked me to come along to track an epic turn in for him. I said sure and followed him through the feerrott into PoFear.....i was level 45.....about 12 bodies later, my guild leader pulled some favors from Ring of Valor, a top raid guild on bristlebane, and they came down and slaughtered the zone to get my bodies for me.

I've had a lot of death stories, I just need to remember them.

Just this weekend though, I was in a guild group hunting aphids in Arthicrex (new Underfoot zone). And one of the great things with the extended target window, is you can see your impending doom arriving.

It was a group with a ranger, cleric merc, me (cleric), chanter, SK and wizard. Ranger was pulling and tanking and we'd been going well and had about 10 minutes left on Lessons.

He pulls one bug from the pit... XTar shows one aggro... Then two aggro so I say Add. Then XTar shows 4 aggroed, then 5 aggroed, and more and more are coming out of the pit. Merc healer dies. Chanter dies, I'm pounded on but Touch of the Divine triggers (meaning I'm DA'ed). Wizard evacs the group... leaving me behind.

Ranger was boxing another cleric out of group which he camped in time. Meanwhile it's me against 10 mobs it seemed. They can't touch me, I can't touch them, but they can certainly summon me. So I decide to explore a bit in the 20 seconds I have left to live, and jump into the pit. (Not a deep pit, but it was the source of all those mobs, takes a few jumps to get in due to the summoning mob). Just as Touch fades, I realize, "How are they going to get me out of here?" *SPLAT*

Luckily after we got back, I was able to /corpse my body out of the pit by lev-running over it. Fun time none the less.

Well, given I was a monk when I played, I don't have much of an issue with Death Stories, but I can turn in a wipe story.

My guild was out doing Large groups in order to get key pieces for a locked zone (don't remember name offhand) and I was doing my monks duty of bringing in the targets.

Well I knew my mini raid group could probably handle 3-4 of the mobs, so I was bringing them in pairs or trios as I could find them, with the next pull all lined up when the finished the previous batch...then I think the broadcasts went like this:

"incoming pair"
"make that 3"
"oops...more"
"EVAC!"

of course everyone thought I over reacted and tried, but 9 mobs later I was the last one living as I laid down like a good monk and was surrounded by the bodies of my guildies.

My health at FD: 20

I don't remember the times I died in EQ that much - other than Naggy getting a hold of me once and skewering my mage on the end of my pet's dagger... that was amusing.

No, my favorite was when I took my hunter in WoW to Hellfire for the first time. I was doing those quests to sprinkle holy water on the fallen Draenei and had sat down after getting rushed by some of the Orcs over there, and was quietly enjoying my food & drink when the ground shook. I thought - Hey Cool, this place has Earthquakes! It was then that I heard the familiar pissed off Alarm clock with a steam engine mounted on it, and I woke up in the graveyard with a massive headache. Fel Reaver had hit me so hard, that my pet didn't have a chance to go after him too, so when I rezzed, all I had to do was whistle him back.

Famous last words in guild chat "Hey cool this place has earthquakes!" now I know why my GL laughed like he did. >.<

Emp is Seb...wiped...managed to get in naked, died again, called some friends. They cleared slowly. While we were getting rezzed up, the room started spawning, wiped both groups. I think it was over 2 hours when we all finally got out, but I did a learn a lesson: if you get drunk and get rezzed you will still be drunk when you land.

Or the corpse run from Neriak to Qeynos Hills, somewhere under level 10, only place I really knew to level so I took my DE Necro there.

As a druid, I would often go scout out raid targets for our guild. I'll never forget a conversation that went a little something like this.

Ghesta tells the guild, "Well Zlandicar isn't up."
guildmate01 tells the guild, "Are you sure? His timer is up, he's supposed to have repoped by now."
Ghesta tells the guild, "Yes, I'm positive, I'm standing directly on top of his spawn spot and he's not here."
guildmate01 tells the guild, "weird I keep close track of his timer, he should have respawned a few minutes ago."
Ghesta tells the guild, "Well, he's up now... zoning back to go recover my corpse... directly under his left foot."

To this day I have nightmares about Howling Stones.

I was playing a Cleric at the time, though I was almost always grouped with a Magician friend, so my real role was to keep the pet alive. My level was 3 below the Magician's at the time. No sooner had we pulled the first mob when WHAM, out of no where an add decides to have tasty Cleric for lunch. next thing I know, I'm standing naked in PoK.

Over the course of the next 3 hours (because there was NO WAY we were not getting our respective keys to the place), I had a total of 13 deaths, the Magician 2. I am not sure what my character was spritzed with, but every time we got an add that night, it went straight for the Cleric.

Years later, I still have flashbacks just zoning into The Overthere...

Back in EQ1 I played a Magician class, and one particular evening, an enchanter friend & I went to Sol B. to farm up some mithril bracers for our druid alts. Yes, it's that old of a story, shush youngins.

We had been there awhile, long enough to gather several junk drops from the various named, and we were screwing around giving the gear to the elemental pet, just to see him dual-weilding skull-headed staves, laughing at the idea of giving named drops to to a temporary pet.

Well in ye olden EQ there was a glitch involving mages. If the magician owner of the pet got charmed by a monster, and while being charmed nukes his own pet, the pet 'went rogue'. Meaning the pet becomes disassociated with the magician, starts attacking all players on sight like some sort of mob, cannot be dismissed, and will not vanish when the mage dies. It also just so happens that the Shaman in Sol B has a charm spell, and even a high level mage-farmer has a 1-to-100 chance of failing to resist a spell against a mob...

So a high-level water-elemental equipped with a bunch of named loot, buffed by an enchanter, cleric, and mage. Who is also weilding two skull-rods goes ballistic, kills me, the enchanter, and the rest of our group, all dead save for the cleric, who DA's and runs to the zone in.

Big, damn, mistake. The pet gleefully chases the cleric across the zone, stopping to slay every player it can find till it gets to the zone in, where everyone is reviving and rebuffing. Once at the zone in, my pet begins camping the bejesus out of naked respawning folk.

Eventually everyone just piled on the pet and slew it, but not before it managed to rampage for a solid 15 minutes and repeatedly killing at least 25-30 different players. Everyone spent the rest of the evening swearing up and down that there was a un-announced GM event in Sol B going on...