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We had some good stuff posted in the previous thread, but then... things happened, and the thread ended prematurely. Don't go there.
Tell us all about your mischiefs in various games where you pulled off things not quite intended by the developers to the annoyance of the gaming populace! Bonus points for ingenuity!
Anyway, let's start this one off with one of my favourite stories:
Disclaimer: I am not the author of the following.
I have a story from way back in the glory days of UO.
If you're not familiar with how the magic system in UO worked, you could either cast spells from your spellbook, which required the appropriate level of Magery and the appropriate reagents in your backpack. With the inscription skill, you could choose, instead, to scribe to spell to a scroll, which would allow anyone, even people without the Magery skill or reagents, to cast the spell once.
Well, one day, they'd just finished applying a patch to the servers -- among other things in the patch, they made a minor change to how scrolls worked. I don't even remember the details of the change, but as far as patches go, it was a pretty smooth one.
So I was on my thief, pickpocketing people outside of Vesper. Thanks to the help of an angry mage victim, I had a blade spirit after me; and somehow, for some reason, I ended up double-clicking on it and ended up with a targetting cursor. That was completely unexpected. I had no idea what the targetting cursor would do, but I clicked anyway and up popped another blade spirit. Double-clicking on either of the blade spirits brought up another targetting cursor, and another blade spirit. Somehow, with the scroll changes, they accidentally made blade spirits act like scrolls; with the major difference that scrolls consume themselves when used, but the blade spirits didn't.
I'm sure with a little bit of imagination you can see where this went. With an effectively unlimited number of blade spirit scrolls at my disposal (remember, scrolls were free to use because the cost was supposed to be paid when you made the scroll), I popped my Hiding skill and started casting. And casting. And casting.
Before too long, the screen was full of blade spirits, and they were wandering around randomly, until someone ran past. See, blade spirits would chase the closest target with the highest strength they could see... and since I was hidden, they couldn't see me. One person ran past, and started a stream of blade spirits headed into the city -- with more following behind them as fast as I could double-click. I was close enough to the city gates to hear people who had started to gather at the gates in a futile attempt to defend the city yelling about the apparent GM event going on.
Vesper became completely overrun with my blade spirits, and after a while they were the only living things left. They killed all the players. They killed all the shopkeepers. They even killed the fucking guards, and if you remember UO guards you know that's no small feat. Vesper was completely silent except for the "clink clink" metal sounds of thousands of blade spirits wandering around, and the occasional scream from an unfortunate mage who happened to recall into the blender.
People around the edges tried cutting their way into the town, unsuccessfully; and my army controlled the city for hours until the GMs showed up. All the servers went down a few minutes later, and when they came back up a few hours after that, blade spirits no longer doubled as scrolls.
... but energy vortexes still did! For a second time, my army terrorized Vesper, but this time the GMs were quicker on the trigger, and the servers went down again before an hour had passed, and again after a couple hours of downtime, they came back up; and my fun was done.
We had some good stuff posted in the previous thread, but then... things happened, and the thread ended prematurely. Don't go there.
Tell us all about your mischiefs in various games where you pulled off things not quite intended by the developers to the annoyance of the gaming populace! Bonus points for ingenuity!
Anyway, let's start this one off with one of my favourite stories:
Disclaimer: I am not the author of the following.
I have a story from way back in the glory days of UO.
If you're not familiar with how the magic system in UO worked, you could either cast spells from your spellbook, which required the appropriate level of Magery and the appropriate reagents in your backpack. With the inscription skill, you could choose, instead, to scribe to spell to a scroll, which would allow anyone, even people without the Magery skill or reagents, to cast the spell once.
Well, one day, they'd just finished applying a patch to the servers -- among other things in the patch, they made a minor change to how scrolls worked. I don't even remember the details of the change, but as far as patches go, it was a pretty smooth one.
So I was on my thief, pickpocketing people outside of Vesper. Thanks to the help of an angry mage victim, I had a blade spirit after me; and somehow, for some reason, I ended up double-clicking on it and ended up with a targetting cursor. That was completely unexpected. I had no idea what the targetting cursor would do, but I clicked anyway and up popped another blade spirit. Double-clicking on either of the blade spirits brought up another targetting cursor, and another blade spirit. Somehow, with the scroll changes, they accidentally made blade spirits act like scrolls; with the major difference that scrolls consume themselves when used, but the blade spirits didn't.
I'm sure with a little bit of imagination you can see where this went. With an effectively unlimited number of blade spirit scrolls at my disposal (remember, scrolls were free to use because the cost was supposed to be paid when you made the scroll), I popped my Hiding skill and started casting. And casting. And casting.
Before too long, the screen was full of blade spirits, and they were wandering around randomly, until someone ran past. See, blade spirits would chase the closest target with the highest strength they could see... and since I was hidden, they couldn't see me. One person ran past, and started a stream of blade spirits headed into the city -- with more following behind them as fast as I could double-click. I was close enough to the city gates to hear people who had started to gather at the gates in a futile attempt to defend the city yelling about the apparent GM event going on.
Vesper became completely overrun with my blade spirits, and after a while they were the only living things left. They killed all the players. They killed all the shopkeepers. They even killed the fucking guards, and if you remember UO guards you know that's no small feat. Vesper was completely silent except for the "clink clink" metal sounds of thousands of blade spirits wandering around, and the occasional scream from an unfortunate mage who happened to recall into the blender.
People around the edges tried cutting their way into the town, unsuccessfully; and my army controlled the city for hours until the GMs showed up. All the servers went down a few minutes later, and when they came back up a few hours after that, blade spirits no longer doubled as scrolls.
... but energy vortexes still did! For a second time, my army terrorized Vesper, but this time the GMs were quicker on the trigger, and the servers went down again before an hour had passed, and again after a couple hours of downtime, they came back up; and my fun was done.
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Sometimes people would ask me how I got to the places I climbed to. Answer? Rogue quest item, grappling hook, needs exalted Ravenholdt faction. Had to stop telling that lie when the Armory came out though.
Well he was sitting in the room with me and I kept killing him and then told him to meet me some where else where there weren't any stupid gankers (I was a bit higher lvl). Well finally on the 3rd gank he realized it was the same person killing him in different random spots...he then took a peek over to my screen and boy was he pissed.
It was also really fun to random summon people in that game and then kill them as they came in. People of course got used to not taking random summons. But if there was a bane going on you could get ppl in guilds who were at war (bane) to accidently accept your summons so you could summons gank them.
The hate tells in that game were the best.
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I.. I'd be offended if I understood what the hell you were on about. I shall find the story and post it here, for it is an amusing tale.
So we decide to tell him that the skull means a big bad dragon is gonna come after him and he better run and hide. Naturally, being a complete newbie, he ran around in a panic screaming "What do I do?!". We laughed a little at his expense and decided enough was enough and to tell him the truth.
It was too late for our newbie, he jumped off the side of Teldrassil (a very high jump, the newbie zone for night elves is in the boughs of a huge tree) and pancaked on the rocks below.
Edit: (I don't think we were to blame, but he doesn't play WoW anymore...)
To be fair, it was in revenge for when I was deceived by that one guy who had the screenshots of getting the Triforce in OoT.
Also, back when I played female characters on MUDs, people who propositioned me would discover that my elf chick was actually a tentacle monster in disguise, and would be anally raped by 10-inch thick razor-edged tendrils. I stopped doing that when I came across someone who actually enjoyed it and wanted to keep roleplaying out that kind of cyber. I think he was a furry :P
There were two admins, and they were both goobers who didn't mind screwing around with the game world, causing warlock attacks, letting lose powerful enemies in the town, etc.
Well, there were only designated places to kill people. Some of them obscure. Whenever you died, you lost all of your loot.
Like I said, the admins were pretty lenient. One day, they gave away some ultra rare tortoise shell armor to a high ranking player. Only person in game with this armor. This player didn't know some of the obscure PVP tiles in the game. A few months went by with me playing this alter ego, and I initiated a raid with the high ranking player. We went to this dungeon, I had him wait in a specific area for me to return. Basically, I had him in a PVP area. I left my main alt at the end of a hallway, blocking his way out. I was on the other side of a door, on a non PVP tile. A buddy of mine did the same to the other door into the corridor. I used a keyboard macro on a second alt to move around and hit the high ranking player insanely fast, killing him, and split his loot up between me and my friend.
He never knew what happened.
The admins weren't pissed, but they did get me back about six months later. I was chatting with one of them, and they told me they were gonna delete my armor set simply because they didn't want it in the game anymore. I told them that I stole it fair and square, and asked if they would compensate. They agreed, told me to name what I want, and I chose access to a treasure room that had about five copies of everything awesome in the game. Basically, the admin warped me to the doorway to that room, behind the locked door. It was all mine, I thought.
Then I found out that the room didn't have any items in it. Everything there was a custom tileset that you couldn't walk over. I got what I asked for, I suppose. I had access to that room. :-P
EDIT
I just looked up the game. Apparently, one of the admins is out. There was some trouble brewing between them when I quit playing. Now one of my nemesis' is an admin. Curses.
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Eww?
I played many, many hours on a MUD called Hidden Worlds. There was a newbie zone called Gangland that contained no aggressive mobs. Anyone could walk through unmolested, and newbies had to try pretty hard to get killed. There was a nother, decidedly non-newbie friendly zone that contained a T-Rex. It was very aggressive, hit really hard, and was no piece of cake to solo even at max level without a good backstab.
Out of boredom I summoned him to Gangland and hid. He ate many, many first level guys before an admin stepped in, killed him, and yelled at me.
In UO, some guy challenged my friend to a wrestling match. The guy and his friend both attacked my friend outside of town. We expected this, so I stealthed up to them and threw down a deadly-poisoned katana for my friend right as they began their assault. My friend kills that guy's friend while the challenger runs into town and dies from poison.
LONG VERSION:
Ultima Online, the greatest asshole simulator of all time. I miss the glory days so much... I have many tales--most of which are "you had to be there" kinds of things, but I'll tell one which I think may be amusing to others.
My buddy and I were in the same room playing together and coordinating random attacks and douche-baggery upon unsuspecting victims. At one point, my friend split up with me and went off chasing and attacking some random person, ultimately killing him and taking his armor. There may be some slight inaccuracies in this paragraph, but it's all fairly unimportant.
We regrouped in Vesper, and that last victim comes in talking shit. He wants to have a wrestling match with my friend outside of town. Some things about this:
A. He had a friend with him this time. Suspicious? Highly. We'll call him Nert.
B. He didn't know I was a friend of his killer.
C. Wrestling is a piss-poor skill for offense, so a wrestling match takes minutes of standing still and punching each other to end. Whee.
Well, my friend agrees. Victim says he wants to make sure Friend doesn't have any weapons, so he snoops Friend's backpack to make sure it's empty. It is, we're not liars! We didn't snoop his because we didn't care.
Anyways, Friend, Victim, and Nert take off north of Vesper to hold the match. Meanwhile, I'm checking out vendors for something to help, just in case Nert jumps in(which we know he will). I needed something good because I didn't have any combat skills to help Friend with. Ah ha! Deadly-poisoned katana. Beautiful. He has high swordsmanship. He'll love this.
The match begins and is as slow and stupid as one could imagine. Friend decided to be the bigger man and initiate the attack(This causes him to become criminal and is freely attackable by anyone, and if you enter town the guards will kill you if called). To everyone there, it appears that only Friend, Victim, and Nert are there...but I was right in the thick of it, too. In UO, there is a stealth skill that lets you walk around invisible. One of the greatest dickhead skills of all time, back when you could pull off such things.
I wait and watch. Oh, shit! Nert starts to cast an offensive spell! Right then I tell Friend "it's time!" and plop down the sword right behind him on the ground. This part was so damn hilarious at the time. To everyone there, a sword literally materialized out of thin air and dropped at Friend's feet.
He picks it up and begins chopping at both of them wildly. The poison sinks into Victim and he makes haste for Vesper. Friend can't enter town because he's a criminal so he battles Nert. He ends up slaying Nert. I chase Victim into town to witness his fate. He succumbs on the bridge right by the bank, which is barely even in town...poor guy didn't last very long at all.
Friend loots Nert outside of town and we both have a good long laugh. I could have switched the final fates of Victim and Nert in this story, I can't 100% recall. This happened a long time ago, before Trammel(consentual PvP only). Classic UO, how I miss ye...
EQ1 in it's prime had a TON of annoying beggars. I would usually ignore them, but if I had nothing better to do and got a few tells begging for 'lewt'. I would then bind at the gates to whatever city we were near, run to the bank, convert a relatively small amount of gold pieces to copper so that I could not move, and then recall back to the gate and hand off all the money to the beggar.
Most of these players had no idea that coins had weight or that overburdening caused movement penalties. Most of the illiterate, vulgar tells I would get were priceless. They were sure that I had cast some root spell on them, or hacked their computers, or all sorts of other stupid things. When I would explain that the money was overburdening them, they would get even more upset since they wanted the money, but had no way to get to the bank without dropping much of the money on the ground or giving it to others. Usually they would drop JUST enough so they could move at a snails pace to the bank. In some large cities the bank was quite a ways into town. I would get a second barrage of vulgar tells sometimes up to an hour later bitching about how little money I gave them for the HOUR it took them to walk to the bank.
A conjurer friend of mine was less subtle to the most annoying of beggars. He would give them a high level mana stick that would convert health into mana. he would then make up some crazy imaginary effect for the rod and send them on their way. Like "Use this in a hard fight, it will take half of the mob's hp and transfer it to YOU!". Of course to a low level beggar the stick would take more HP than they had and just instantly kill them. It would lead to some pretty amusing illiterate and vulgar tells which he would then share with the guild, sometimes hours after handing off the stick.
Yeah, griefing is mean, but the bad beggars were griefers themselves and I never felt bad about doing this kind of stuff to them.
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So I've got a couple of friends, J and his girlfriend E. E is a roleplayer. She loves to socialize and roleplay online, and for her, that's the fun part of WoW. She was bored once, so she logged on as J's warrior, went into town, and started roleplaying. She finds some random sorceress and starts plying her with flowery language. Starts reciting poetry, comparing her eyes to the moon, calling her his angel, swearing undying love, basically being a complete roleplaying douchebat drying to get this girl to cyber with. . . well, her. . . just because she's like that.
Anyway, it didn't go well, because this sorceress was apparently already engaged to someone in-game or something, oh well. Anyway, this attracted the attention of some gnome who decided that this would be a great time to pick on and snark some silly RPer in PVP. This gnomish rogue starts dancing around, mocking E, saying things like "Faggy RP luser, STFU lol," shit like this, challenging the warrior to a duel. E gets annoyed enough that she asks J, who is playing Smash Bros. with us in the next room, to come take a look at it.
Now you've got to understand something about J: J breaks games. J took the original X-Com, tore it apart, and learned the firing accuracy formulas for every weapon, and he could recite the exact numbers to the digit whenever asked. J took Quake and played it through on Nightmare with only the axe. J takes Dungeons and Dragons and creates monstrous combat twinkies that can rip the arms off of dire bears at level 3. J takes Vampire: The Masquerade and creates characters with so much Potence they can carry Chevy Suburbans on their backs, and do so on regular occasions. J's character on WoW was about that level of twink.
J also hates gnomes. He will go out of his way to destroy them. He will take gnomish ornithopters in Warcraft and send them straight into enemy defenses just to watch them die. He has a "Destroy on Sight" policy with the Gnolem in Master of Orion 2. He hates them with a burning passion matched only by his hatred for l337speakers and mayonnaise.
The duel lasted about thirteen seconds, and at the end of which, the PVP-happy gnomish rogue found himself face to face with a "faggy RP-er" who suddenly pulled out some ungodly combo of skills that tore him a structurally superfluous new bunghole within seconds.
I lol'd.
When I decided to screw PvP, I stopped caring about dishonorable kills and would start slaughtering all the quest NPCs in that one dwarven city, Loch Modan, by the giant dam. That would of course lead to the low levels attacking me and a subsequent massacre of them. Eventually, the high levels would come to save the day. I was only a level 40 when I started doing this, so my only option was to run. Heading over to the dam, I would jump off. Being an engineer, I had a parachute and was able to survive the fall. However, the higher levels did not and would fall to their deaths. Which led to them having to take a very long walk(the lower level of the dam was considered part of another zone, but was only accessible from the zone the city is in) or forcing them to spirit ressurect.
My friend was feeling mischievous one day when a pestering newbie asked him how to get from Stormwind to Ironforge. This is a task made simple by just taking the tram that runs between them.
My devious friend instructs the hapless player to exit Stormwind and head across Elwynn Forest to Lakeshire. From Lakeshire, cross the Burning Steppes and find the Molten Span which leads into Searing Gorge. From Searing Gorge, cross over into the Badlands (mind the Horde town to your left). Exit the Badlands into Loch Modan and you are almost there, cross into Dun Morogh and Ironforge is right there smack in the middle of the map.
Basically my friend had just told this level 10 or so to cross over several zones intended for levels 30-50+. We never thought this newbie would take this seriously, and surely someone else would have mentioned the tram in general chat or in private messages. You would think so, anyway...
The oblivious newbie runs off and we think nothing of it for a while. About one hour later, my friend gets a simple message from the intrepid level 10:
[Newbie] Whispers: Fuck you.
I'm a director for the Penny Arcade corporation in EVE, Merch Industrial. About a month ago, after weeks of preparation, we were all set to conquer our first system. For those who don't play EVE, you control a system if you have more Player Owned Structures, also called starbases or towers, then anyone else. This gives you a couple advantages and gives you ownership and revenue of the station (basicly a town) in the system if there is one.
The previous owners of the system were in full blown retreat and had only left a single starbase to control the system. You're limited to placing 5 per day, so we placed 5 the first day and 2 the second, so they couldn't come back and place more to hold on to it.
The first night of the invasion, we came in with a huge fleet and they protected me and a few other people in freighters while we began constructing the starbases. Once we got them online, they project an enormous forcefield with several million hp that protects any friendly ships within it (hostile ships can't enter). After that the fleet left to go help allies elsewhere, and us logistics people stayed to build guns and shield hardeners for the starbases.
Then something odd happens. A single neutral player comes in and asks if we're going to kill him. We point out that every single one of us is in an unarmed ship, which he can verify with his long range scanner. He starts telling us a story about how he came to this system previously and got blown up (Unsurprisingly, as it was owned by one of the largest PvP alliances in the game). He, for some unknown reason, spent all of his money on buying a replacement ship and came back to find some NPCs to kill for money.
Three of us are wondering how stupid this guy can possibly be. The forth, wasting no time, asks him to warp to him and help him test out the setup on his bestower (unarmed, cargo carrying ship).
The three of us get our answer (very, very stupid) as the guy warps in with his cruiser, bounces off the starbase shield, and gets promtly warp scrambled and shredded by enough guns to kill a battleship in seconds by the starbase.
As a prank, it was far too easy to pull off (the guy knew he was in hostile space and didn't even check to see if there was anything dangerous at his destination), but it was hilarious nontheless. The rest of us couldn't believe how evil our corpmate was
I'm getting this picture in my head of this guy in something resembling a garbage scow with a few guns taped to it literally ricocheting like a stray bullet off a visible bubble-like shield and getting blasted into vapor by the station defenses.
Does such physical comedy exist in this game?
Luckily I am not, so I did.
The Great Scam. It is a hefty read, but SO worth it.
I don't know what's more evil... doing that or memorizing the spawn points and proxy mining them.
I can't remember what our guild name was, but I remember it got a lot of attention, and we were approached more than once for potential guild seekers. In vent, one of our guildies mentions that a hardcore RPing Dwarf wants to join. He said the Dwarf was hugely into RPing and asked if our guild was an RP guild. As a joke, we told the Dwarf we were, and invited him into Vent to see if he was good enough for our guild.
The fun began.
We all took on ridiculous accents and character backstories. I was pretty impressed how well we all kept our composure, because I know I sat with a puckered butthole trying not to laugh. The Dwarf spoke in a scottish accent and I wish I could remember everything he said. We told him we were on an ultimate quest and we needed his Dwarvish help. One hting I remember is all of his responses were, "Aye."
We eventually felt bad and said, "Hey, we're just kidding. We don't RP." To which he hesitated and said, in a much straighter tone, "Oh, so was I. I don't really RP." Bhahaahaha.
Good stuff. We still laugh about that. He's since been a longtime guild member on our original server ever since. And we don't dislike RPers, we just don't do it ourselves.
Yes, actually. If a ship exits warp inside a shield it gets shoved out hard, often reaching speeds only interceptors and the fastest frigates can match.
I couldn't find any movies of ships getting bumped out of POS shields, but here's a video of a corp building a pos to give you an idea what the POS looks like.
The game has always intrigued me from a visual standpoint, but the interface put me off when I tried it ages ago.
If I ever decided to play I could see myself maybe as a spy or scout. No big ships for me, thanks. Small and pesky please!
I vaguely remember the story of someone who logged on to their friend's WoW account, stripped the main character of all clothes, belongings, mounts, etc. and proceeded to march said character to the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. No hearthstone, no mount, nothing with which to protect him, he then had to walk his way back to a town with a bank, and from what I understand, it was a long walk.
They put him in Hyjal, a closed area where the only way in was to use a bug
As I recall the story, he was a guild healer who didn't come on a major raid with a flimsy excuse, but gave them his account details so one of the guild officers could play for him.
Man, I would've given him one noggenfogger and a letter that said "Pray for slowfall" and then set him on that ruin that overlooks darkshore.
This is why you never share account information... :roll:
This is also why I would never lead a raiding guild. People expect way too much out of you and all the slobbering the members do over raid loot tends to make me want to bring wet naps to each encounter.
If I had control of a supposed douchebag's account I would probably pay the meager 10 bucks required to rename his character to something more... appropriate. I'm waiting to see it happen since this system is new.
Proxies in the ventilation ducts of Facility ftw.
So a few of my friends and I were riding our birds through a newbie zone, and as we were about to dismount and head to a new zone I saw some lowbies heading our way. I dismounted but told everyone to stay on their chocobo, and hurried and cast invisible on every single one of them. To any newbie, it would've looked like a pack of wild chocobos. I spent the next five minutes convincing them they had to type /tame before the birds ran away, and that's how you were able to ride them
It was a really mean spirited thing to do. I don't recall there being anything really lost upon death, however.
If anyone quit RO because of your shenanigans, you did them a favor.
I remember the large population of afk player shops in the main town in that game. I also remember when some saint of a player would come in and cull that population a bit with the help of a few dead branches (items that summoned random, sometimes powerful monsters).
I went on a Vox raid just for kicks and noticed how obsessed everyone was over claiming the book (for pally epic) or the scale (for bard epic) if it dropped. We spent a half hour in chat post-buff and pre-kill figuring this crap out. I was floored at how intense the discussion got. I was sure there was going to be message board drama after the kill because the scale was going to a bard who didn't "deserve" it according to other bards. Whatever.
The raid went off without a hitch and no epic piece dropped. Much bitching, but no drama. I did, however, come away with an idea.
I went on another Vox raid, led by the same guy, and this time I mentioned to him that I was planning on leading a raid rotation myself in the coming weeks. He was all too happy to walk me through what I needed to do, as his guild needed him to stop leading pickup dragon raids; they'd buy him the chain of his book (he was a pally). This raid went flawlessly and happily he got his frost book. He wished me good luck on my raid next week. I reserved the spot on the message board, noting that the scale, should it drop, was reserved. Got enough signups to go, things were looking good.
Next Thursday rolled around, Vox spawned, and the raid started to gather in Everfrost. It was a mess, and leading raids is something I'll never want to do again, but somehow I got us all organized enough to get through Permafrost, kill the giant, do the buffhall, and get us into chat for strategy. Strats were outlined, loot rules were made clear, and nobody blinked an eye at me, a druid, reserving the scale. For myself.
We log in, the rush begins, Vox starts going down. Then the raid starts going down after she gets off a CH and nukers run out of mana. I switch from healer mode to nuker mode. I end up getting the killing blow with about 12 of the original 60+ raiders still alive. I lock the corpse by looting it, and what do I see? Two scales. And the shitty bard horn, but whatever.
It's at this moment that I know I'll get away with this. There are 3 bards on the raid, one of which is in one of the top guilds on the server and is just trying for his epic. He won't care. The others get loot.
Rezzes happen, loot rolls go, one bard gets a scale, one gets the horn, and the uberguild bard walks away empty handed.
And I got my white dragonscale.
It's shortly after I TP my group out to South Ro that someone finally notices I'm not a bard, and have no conceivable use for the scale. I mentioned that I was doing it for a friend and they seem to accept that. I transfer the scale to my mule via my brother's account and start hocking it in EC. I get a few offers, but I'm asking 60k, which is pricey, but it's rare enough item that someone with the cash and the need won't have antoher option. Takes me two days to get someone seriously interested, or so it seems.
Then he tries to pull a "gotcha." After asking me where I got it (I told him from a raid) and who my main was (I didn't tell him) he checks the boards, sees one Vox raid where scales dropped and a non-bard got it, and calls me out. He says he'll post that I'm a scammer, that I shouldn't be trusted, and that he'll make sure I never get in a guild and never sell that scale.
Whatever. I laugh at him, log out, and spend a few months trying to get that damn Jade Reaver. The scale sits in my bank. The boards were rife with rants and flames, our server was legendary for that kind of drama, and I knew I just had to wait for it to die down.
Months later I'm still short on cash and still without my Epic, so I strike a deal with one of my friends who's in a guild that regularly raids one of the other sources for white dragonscales. He can pass it off as "guild excess" or something, I leave the details to him. If he gets me 50k for it he can keep anything extra. He agrees.
Within two days I'm 50kpp richer, he banks an easy 5k for himself, and I'm laughing all the way to the bank (and it's a very long, slow walk from the EC tunnel weighted down with 50kpp). This was a small fortune at that time, when the most expensive wearable items you'd find (Fungi Tunics) went for 35k or so. Epic pieces were the only way to make serious cash.
What, you might ask, did I do with the cash? One of my previous excuses for the raid was that I wanted a white dragonscale cloak, one of the finest druid items in the game for that slot at the time. I bought one for a paltry 8k, and used it as "proof" that I just made the scale into a cloak. Bards got bitchy out of a sense of entitlement; their excuse was that I should offer to trade the scale for a cloak (trade a 55k item for an 8k item? No thanks).
I twinked out a monk with great gear. I spent piles of plat getting my tradeskills up. The 50k lasted me a good four months and brought my gear up to a respectable level.
And the jade reaver? I wasn't about to pay for that stupid thing. My guild eventually got strong enough to farm Black Reavers, and after a harrowing 11 consecutive spawns of one that nearly killed us, it dropped the axe and I had my epic within a week.
I've known people who pulled scams more lucrative than this, but I was always proud of getting 65 other people to spend 6 hours of their time just so I could make a quick buck.
Ironically, I sold dead branches in an AFK shop for that very purpose. After I came back to my computer and found myself dead I started to label my shop, "BUY AND KILL US"
Ragnarok Online was pretty terrible as far as MMO's go. But dicking with the populace was pretty much the only joy there was in it. Everyone did it. It was just a matter of frequency.