i agree with that ther is a point where inbreeding will ruin the game for the rest of us
i would pre-fare a text like the one you mentioned in beta of a physical sign from the mob (i.e a billy rearing on its back legs or kicking its feet) if i had a choice![]()
In the background, there was a pigeon......
Exactly. I walked near a crab and it reared up. I walked near the billy and it postured to charge. What did I do? I backed the **** off, that's what I did, because it was larger than I was and checked orange. Do those agro? I don't care, it didn't want me there and I had no reason to be there. End of story.
I see something that looks mean and checks more than blue and if I'm not looking to die, I take the scenic route.
If I suddenly notice that the MARMOTS are RED cons, I ask myself what I'm doing there and tread very. Very. Lightly. And at night? Are you kidding me? Get out of there. You don't belong in an unfamiliar zone, way over your head, in the middle of the night, wandering around, unfamiliar with the local wildlife.
It's called sense.
A person in that situation has 10 ways to die, and their own buffoonery is 8 of them.
Last edited by Peregrine; 04-07-2011 at 06:07 AM.
This experience is the only sense of adventure FFXIV has (well, had). The only thing that ever brought my pulse above 70 BPM in this game (besides out of frustration (crafting)) was on Sep22 when I went around collecting all the warp points as a level 1. Damn that was intense.Exactly. I walked near a crab and it reared up. I walked near the billy and it postured to charge. What did I do? I backed the **** off, that's what I did, because it was larger than I was and checked orange. Do those agro? I don't care, it didn't want me there and I had no reason to be there. End of story.
I see something that looks mean and checks more than blue and if I'm not looking to die, I take the scenic route.
If I suddenly notice that the MARMOTS are RED cons, I ask myself what I'm doing there and tread very. Very. Lightly. And at night? Are you kidding me? Get out of there. You don't belong in an unfamiliar zone, way over your head, in the middle of the night, wandering around, unfamiliar with the local wildlife.
It's called sense.
A person in that situation has 10 ways to die, and their own buffoonery is 8 of them.
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