....so I just recently read a thread on here about rage quitters and it got me thinking about my main reason for rage-quitting games, which is "griefers". For some reason people just get bored sometimes and decide to be massive douchebags and harass and make the game less fun for you, just because its funny for them. But this thread isn't about how much I hate 'em, its about how much fun I've had turning the tables on them numerous times.
For example, recently I was playing RDR with my brother who had just gotten it and we were in free roam (in our own posse). We were minding our own business and doing hunting challenges when some random player (whose gamertag I will shorten to "Brosnon") came running up and shot my brother off his horse and stole it, and when I went to avenge him the guy shot me down too. We respawned and gave chase, eventually catching up and gunning down the thief. We rode off and continued our business thinking that was it, but sure enough a few minutes later he starts taking potshots at us with a sniper rifle from the top of a cliff. My brother and I wondered what the hell this guy's problem was and tried to tell him to knock it off over our headsets, he didn't respond and kept shooting and throwing dynamite down at us. So with no other options, we fired back and killed him again.
At which point we decided to fast-travel to mexico and get away from this guy. However as soon as we got there, he fast traveled as well right to where we were. So this went on for several more kills, we would kill him he would respawn and chase after us again. Eventually we holed up in a ruined house outside of Chuparosa and waited for the bastard to inevitably find us again. And sure enough he came barreling down the road and had recruited another player to his cause, they were riding in a stagecoach and were coming right at us guns blazing. So I lit a stick of dynamite, threw it under the stagecoach and blew it sky-high, sending Brosnon and his friend flying to the ground. And before they could recover, my brother put two bullets right in their heads and we left for a new free roam. We both laughed and wondered just what the hell that guy's problem had been and how relieved we were to have gotten the last laugh.
Since then, (and in that game especially) I have run into many griefers and have tried to always make sure that I get the last laugh somehow.
So fellow escapist's I ask you, what is your favorite story of revenge on a griefer (in any game)?
the more detailed the better.
For example, recently I was playing RDR with my brother who had just gotten it and we were in free roam (in our own posse). We were minding our own business and doing hunting challenges when some random player (whose gamertag I will shorten to "Brosnon") came running up and shot my brother off his horse and stole it, and when I went to avenge him the guy shot me down too. We respawned and gave chase, eventually catching up and gunning down the thief. We rode off and continued our business thinking that was it, but sure enough a few minutes later he starts taking potshots at us with a sniper rifle from the top of a cliff. My brother and I wondered what the hell this guy's problem was and tried to tell him to knock it off over our headsets, he didn't respond and kept shooting and throwing dynamite down at us. So with no other options, we fired back and killed him again.
At which point we decided to fast-travel to mexico and get away from this guy. However as soon as we got there, he fast traveled as well right to where we were. So this went on for several more kills, we would kill him he would respawn and chase after us again. Eventually we holed up in a ruined house outside of Chuparosa and waited for the bastard to inevitably find us again. And sure enough he came barreling down the road and had recruited another player to his cause, they were riding in a stagecoach and were coming right at us guns blazing. So I lit a stick of dynamite, threw it under the stagecoach and blew it sky-high, sending Brosnon and his friend flying to the ground. And before they could recover, my brother put two bullets right in their heads and we left for a new free roam. We both laughed and wondered just what the hell that guy's problem had been and how relieved we were to have gotten the last laugh.
Since then, (and in that game especially) I have run into many griefers and have tried to always make sure that I get the last laugh somehow.
So fellow escapist's I ask you, what is your favorite story of revenge on a griefer (in any game)?
the more detailed the better.
