The Hunters become the Hunted
Posted: Mon Sep 09, 2013 7:29 amGreetings Filthy Squatters of Salem,
It is I! Predator PeePooKaKa!
I know what you are thinking. You are thinking "But Chief! You are not a predator! You are a holy beacon of truth and justice. A man whose larceny scents smell of lavender and whose feces produces 100% humus.".
Yes, Yes I know. But what some of you don't realize is that the Chief has a dark passenger. You see sometimes it is not enough to simply explain to criminals the errors of their ways. Sometimes trapping them in mines or making little piggypens off the Boston claim just isn't enough... Sometimes the criminals are too twisted and too evil to be saved and it is times like that when the Hunters must become the hunted.
It all began when we stumbled upon their town which cleverly disguised their identities as evil hunters.
I had no sooner approached their gates when a crazed individual wearing the creepiest of masks rushed me. I was taken back by the situation but luckily a Duckface knows his way around a sword.
But just then another assailant approached! Wearing a jacket made of snakes it was clear that this player meant business. They attempted a strategic southern flank which might have worked had they not ran around with guard on stabbing wildly at the air.
At this point my Predator instincts kicked in and as the citizens of Huntersville came pouring out of their gates I dispatched them one by one.
Just as I was laying the 5th citizen to rest I noticed a peculiar person teleport in behind me.
He began idle chit-chat with the KO'd citizens of Huntersville. We know that the Jorgen does not patch the game so it only makes sense that he be present for such an event.
At this point my predator instincts began to tingle. The waves of the ocean crashed upon the shore with more intensity as if nature herself was trying to tell me something. A crab darted across the sand, pointed to the bell, and then burrowed before the waves swept over him. I looked at the bell and to my dismay all citizens of the town were eliminated!
I quickly darted to the bell and in an instant I was now the mayor of this rogue group of evil hunters.
Just then more of them began porting in! It was time that I put a stop to this madness once and for all!
With no P-Claim left and mayor of their establishment I began to take a look around. Perhaps these people were simply misguided? Perhaps they had become jaded by the rugged life that is Salem and simply knew no other way? Or perhaps they were just stupid and build mine-posts like they have downsyndrome.
However, lack of IQ has never been grounds for death. If it were then Claeyt would have never been allowed to live as long as he has. It was time that I investigated further to see if there was any evidence that these savage hunters were part of a more malicious agenda. At first things seemed normal. That was until I entered the house.
That solved it! These players knew EXACTLY what they were doing and proudly displayed their rebellion mask on their wall! I asked Jorgen to assist me in what had to be done.
and before long the once glorious city of Huntersville....
became nothing more than a shell.
The corpses of their people left by the ocean as a constant reminder that in the lands of Plymouth the average hunter is little more than the prey of a predator.
Chief PeePooKaKa
MM Tribe
It is I! Predator PeePooKaKa!
I know what you are thinking. You are thinking "But Chief! You are not a predator! You are a holy beacon of truth and justice. A man whose larceny scents smell of lavender and whose feces produces 100% humus.".
Yes, Yes I know. But what some of you don't realize is that the Chief has a dark passenger. You see sometimes it is not enough to simply explain to criminals the errors of their ways. Sometimes trapping them in mines or making little piggypens off the Boston claim just isn't enough... Sometimes the criminals are too twisted and too evil to be saved and it is times like that when the Hunters must become the hunted.
It all began when we stumbled upon their town which cleverly disguised their identities as evil hunters.
I had no sooner approached their gates when a crazed individual wearing the creepiest of masks rushed me. I was taken back by the situation but luckily a Duckface knows his way around a sword.
But just then another assailant approached! Wearing a jacket made of snakes it was clear that this player meant business. They attempted a strategic southern flank which might have worked had they not ran around with guard on stabbing wildly at the air.
At this point my Predator instincts kicked in and as the citizens of Huntersville came pouring out of their gates I dispatched them one by one.
Just as I was laying the 5th citizen to rest I noticed a peculiar person teleport in behind me.
He began idle chit-chat with the KO'd citizens of Huntersville. We know that the Jorgen does not patch the game so it only makes sense that he be present for such an event.
At this point my predator instincts began to tingle. The waves of the ocean crashed upon the shore with more intensity as if nature herself was trying to tell me something. A crab darted across the sand, pointed to the bell, and then burrowed before the waves swept over him. I looked at the bell and to my dismay all citizens of the town were eliminated!
I quickly darted to the bell and in an instant I was now the mayor of this rogue group of evil hunters.
Just then more of them began porting in! It was time that I put a stop to this madness once and for all!
With no P-Claim left and mayor of their establishment I began to take a look around. Perhaps these people were simply misguided? Perhaps they had become jaded by the rugged life that is Salem and simply knew no other way? Or perhaps they were just stupid and build mine-posts like they have downsyndrome.
However, lack of IQ has never been grounds for death. If it were then Claeyt would have never been allowed to live as long as he has. It was time that I investigated further to see if there was any evidence that these savage hunters were part of a more malicious agenda. At first things seemed normal. That was until I entered the house.
That solved it! These players knew EXACTLY what they were doing and proudly displayed their rebellion mask on their wall! I asked Jorgen to assist me in what had to be done.
and before long the once glorious city of Huntersville....
became nothing more than a shell.
The corpses of their people left by the ocean as a constant reminder that in the lands of Plymouth the average hunter is little more than the prey of a predator.
Chief PeePooKaKa
MM Tribe
