Entry 32: The Guardians of Lok

Wednesday, September 24, 2003, 11:21:56 PM (ScreenShot0715)

And who is that lil Rodian chick? It ended up being Eeboo, the Tailor that I was buying Synth-Cloth from this whole time. She and I ended up talking so much, that she eventually became my first wife. There was no big wedding, we just exchanged rings on a hunt on Lok with a bunch of GATers. And like most SWG marriages, it ended suddenly when Eeboo quit the game. Lost and lonely, I then married GAT’s tailor, Zom’bo. I don’t think that lasted too long either. Rodd Flanders… intergalactically crappy concerning matters of the heart.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003, 11:51:08 PM (ScreenShot0716)

Having almost finished the Armorsmith grind, I still found myself grinding my own credits or hide/bone when the GATers donations ran thin. One day, for a change of pace, I dropped Marksman, and figured I’d take a run at Swordsman on a whim. While not very accurate, I quickly learned that few things in the galaxy would be as fun as having your vibro-axe hit its mark. Once I mastered the profession, I’d extend that theory to the glorious Power Hammer… nothing, and I mean nothing, was more fun than hitting someone in the chest with a giant hammer and bowling them right over in PVP.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003, 11:51:08 PM (ScreenShot0721)

The next night… almost three months to the day of SWG’s launch, Zox and I made the run to Purgatory. While I was busy doing my part in erecting the mall on Tarq, back on Eclipse <COL> had guild drama of the highest order. The story, or the pieces I have of it, are convoluted at best. Florian knows much better than I do what happened, but I may as well offer up the bits and pieces I do have.

<COL> was ruled by Purgatori Fire, that was the case from day one. She had help from her sister Sakkara, but at the end of the day, the buck stopped at Purg. Running a small guild as a dictatorship is how <COL> started, but as new recruits entered the fold, naturally people would want to have their say. I can’t comment on how that went, because I wasn’t spending much time on Tarq. What I can say, is that I know for a fact that Purgatori was dealing with “burnout.” Anyone who feverishly plays an MMO knows what burnout is. You obsess to the point that one day, you just don’t log on. It’s happened to me multiple times, and it’s happened to just about everyone I know. Burnout goes hand in hand with grinding for the obsessive MMOer.

From what I’ve been told by multiple sources, things started to go haywire when Purgatori stopped logging in, but at the same time, was the only one with admin on the guild hall. I’m going to attach a series of quotes, without people’s permission, for the sake of telling the story:

From the Destroyer Files (without his permission)

As for COL, you killed COL when you left in such a hurry that you couldn't transfer the guild hall to anyone.

Destroyer

Guardians of Lok

Not to put Destroyer on the spot… what he said to Purg was on behalf of many of the <COL> members that had to think fast and save the guild.

From the Florian Files (without his permission):

…a bunch of us needed to keep the guild going, so we renamed it (and put more than just one person on guild admin, forming a council of people that could all swear in new members, kick miscreants out, and perform the functions Purg had in the beginning). I think you just got caught in the shuffle there. From what I remember, we brought you back in as a member. You and Ciale were what we were all about! We couldn't leave you guys behind... Rampage was always a lone wolf, I don't know if we ever convinced him to wear the badge...

Florian

Guardians of Lok