My New friends : ck Coat Killers

My newest group of friends and how I met them: ck Coat Killers

Well, it seems that I have offended one of, or perhaps more of the cK Socs. You may ask how I know this, and by doing so, I will be forced to construe a mostly inaccurate story based on some tiny kernal of truth, but then you've come to expect this from me anyway...so here goes.

After making an offhand comment about a certain society to be 'no good' to Bergerman, who, for some reason I thought was UBER enough to be a cK Coat Killer ( Perhaps he is actually a Coat Buyer as was evident by Bunny's Easter present, it's all the same to me...Buyer...killer...whatever) it appears that as a result I have become a target of vengence, I could be mistaken about this.

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Originally Posted by Kets
Damn cK Coat Killers...I told you they were no good...Your thoughts, Burgerman? :hehe:

I'm not sure. It doesn't surprise me, though as I have always felt that that I am being hunted down anyway, Canley comes to mind almost immediately,and now, my dream may finally have been realized. It does make for inconsistant game play, however...let me explain.

In an effort to appease the leader of one of the most generous, forgiving and delightful societies ever to inhabit the planet of Calypso I decided to contact them and afford them an opportunity to dispel the obviously incorrect reputation that they have afforded themselves. They graciously agreed and a meeting place was set up...We agreed to meet about 2 lesser teleport jumps west of the Akmuul Island TP.

An odd thing happened when I arrived at our pre-agreed upon meeting place...I was immediately mistaken to be an intruder of sorts and was sent to the nearest revival terminal in what appeared to be single shot from an unknown assailant. I made the mistake of carrying a bit of ore and enmatter material with me and it seems that the blow I received may have shaken that out of my possession.

So, for two reasons I decided to return to the aforementioned meeting point right away.

1.) I didn't want to anger my most gracious host.
2.) I was hoping to find my 32 Ped worth of lost mining loot.

I concentrated, and jumped once, then again.

Upon arriving at my destination, it appeared that I was already dead with the auto-teleport well into it's countdown, but this time I noticed a message in the chat window...and I quote... "F##king loser" .

Apparently, I was once again mistaken for someone else and accidently targeted. Much to my disappointment, I was unable to retrieve any of my ore and enmatter.

This time, at the revival terminal, I decided to take a different approach. I would jump in just short of the meeting point and walk in, announcing my intent so as to waylay any confusion as to my identity or my intent. I removed all of my armor and invoked concentration. I jumped once and upon arrival at my first jump point I was face to face with my interview-ee. I sighed with relief, bowed, and introduced myself.

Then, I saw a critical hit message followed by another auto-teleport box and a message in chat that read something like... "You just don't get it do you a##hole!" Obvioulsy I had been mistaken yet again.

At the revival terminal I decided to take one last shot at it as my ME was running low from the repeated jumps. This time upon landing I was immediately surrounded by more guns and armor than I had ever seen. It was truly inspiring. I felt humbled and as a result I introduced myself once again. There was a lot of voices but no chat messages right away until, at last...

1st Name withheld- "Look, Dumb-a##. I can't believe how f##king stupid you are. No-one insults us and gets away with it. GOT IT NOOB?"

2nd name withheld- "Just say when, boss."
1st name withheld- "One more sec."
( This was followed by voices with no chat messages )

Me: "I think you've got me confused with someone else. I'm not a Noob. Actually, I am here to interview ########## and did anyone find about 32 PEd worth of ores and enmatter?"

1st name withheld- "Okay a##hole. Here's what he wanted to tell you

I revived about 10 seconds later and deciced that I would try to contact my interview-ee later. Perhaps, he'll let me add him as a friend so I could send him a private message.

I'll let you know how this pans out. For now...I need to find a safe hiding place.

 

My sentiments exactly, Boss.

 

I was trying to hide your identity...no, wait...I was....uh...thinking about Ice Berger who is a ck Coat...no, that's not it either...Let's face it...If I knew how to type then I'd be a real writer. My apologies to our illustrious Moderator...Berg...uh... Buerg...Damn...Burgurma...Forget it.

 

Uh-huh. How about a Hunka-Hunka burnin' truth...Momma. I must admit to Ya'll that the cussin' was a..uh...bit over the top...an embellishment so to speak. The medicatons that Yanick mentioned provided for most of the story, I must admit, but in my world of delusion and confusion, it all could have happened...and it may...someday.:D

I thought I had prefaced the story accurately with my opening paragraph about the event based on a small kernal of truth. I forget now what that kernal was...uh...give me a second...nevermind...but I do plan on contacting the ck Coat Killers at some point to get a real story...even if I end up faring as well as I did in the ficticious narrative that I have already put forth.

On a related note...I was invited into the Akmuul PVP zone to invterview Menace to Society leader, Jenna Star Mercury and Star was in the PVP zone when the interview was conducted. I however...remained safely away ( Cluck, cluck, cluck ) ....what was that? Where was I? Oh yeah...I remained safely tucked away at the revival terminal at Akmuul Island.

This interview is being prepared and, unlike the ck Coat Killer 'interview', actually took place.