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Once upon a time (4,200 some odd days ago) a group of people from the Off Topic forums of World War 2 Online (now Battleground Europe) walked through a portal onto a place called Wild. Being accustomed to rifles and tanks and planes, we were babes lost in the woods. Our survivalist messiah, Bushman, trekked north while creating one of the first maps to exist and found a place we could all live. But you can read about this elsewhere. This history is interesting, but incomplete. Tales of old glory leave out the mundane but wonderful things. For example, the day we thought we set the forest on fire. 

 

Sadly my memory is also incomplete and I do not recall the specific individuals who were present at the time beyond one or two. In our earliest days of wurm, we joined the server in sporadic groups and had to be guided north to the promised land. Bloodyhell had placed some campfires to mark the route for those of us coming in on a certain day, and so we learned that campfires were a wonderful source of light. Soon enough, many of us were placing campfires all around our camp area. We then went off exploring the forest, not knowing what to expect or what we might find. It began to get dark, and it seems to my memory glasses that darkness used to be much darker. We pressed on for a bit, foraging and exploring - but then something strange began to happen. At first we thought it was a trick of the eyes, but it soon became undeniable that the area was getting foggy. This fog became surprisingly thick rather quickly. As it became so that we couldn't see the trees just a few feet away from us someone noticed the ominous orange glow coming from the direction of our camp. Someone else suggested that perhaps we should not have left so many campfires unattended, and this idea and panic quickly spread through the group. Surely we had, in our noobness, set the whole forest ablaze! It was a mad rush to get back to camp with buckets to douse the flames, the smoke getting thicker as we went. It seemed an eternity, with the disaster getting ever worse, until at last we burst into the open ground of the camp -- and of course as you all know we had not, in fact, burned down the forest. It was just fog. 

 

In the early days, it was common belief among us (until someone actually found out the hard way and starved) that starvation would cause death. Having enough food was a source of great consternation among our little group. Someone had managed to plant a little four-tile farm but it was constantly bulldozed by people digging. Eventually it was established that each person would spend a certain amount of time each day foraging and delivering their haul to the camp cook (darned if I can't remember who it was). So this we did for a day or two, feeding ourselves on lingonberry and nightshade casseroles with a side of potato. Meat was nigh-impossible to get. We had only our terrible little short swords that came as starter gear at the time, and some had already lost those. We couldn't kill anything without casualties. An aged pheasant nearly decimated our whole population on day 2. One day, a large rat wandered into our camp. At first we all ran away, until one of our hunters-to-be goaded us into battle with a cry of "MEAT!!!" and we sallied forth to battle the rat. Some armed with shovels and planks, others with short swords in one hand and carrying their shield in the other - which was not how a shield is to be used - surrounded the rat and brutally bludgeoned it to death in our frenzy. At last the Rat died in glorious battle and we cheered, exultant in our victory! And then came the realization that we had no way to get the meat off the rat. Shovels didn't butcher back then. Dejected, we went back to our vegan lifestyle. 

 

Eventually some Blacklighters found us and killed us, built walls around our camp, burned everything that could be burned, butchered our corpses, and scattered our meat around outside the walls. Good times. 

 

TLDR; We joined wild and some stuff happened

Edited by Beanbag

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On 1/29/2019 at 9:11 AM, Beanbag said:

and it seems to my memory glasses that darkness used to be much darker.

 

I am pretty sure this is true. Used to be one of the first things I would craft once I had a forge was a lantern. But i don;t think i have even carried a lantern in years now.

 

And I have heard stories about those pheasants 😮

 

This was a fun read and I loved visualizing you guys all running to put out the "forest fire" or battling the rat with planks of wood.

 

 

Edited by Brash_Endeavors

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I know two people from WW2 Online (came from that game) who are still somewhat active

 

Jackburton (Jg2pto or something)

Zehive (Zehive)

 

 

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18 minutes ago, FranktheTank said:

I know two people from WW2 Online (came from that game) who are still somewhat active

 

Jackburton (Jg2pto or something)

Zehive (Zehive)

 

 

Zehive sounds familiar, but I don't remember Jackburton. Could be a different name from WW2OL - or a luftwaffle or something. Or I just don't remember. 

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6 hours ago, Beanbag said:

...Once upon a time...

 

+1 Epic storytelling there! Always good to read a recount of history, especially of a noob band of brothers struggling to survive in the early days of Wurm.

 

Now, give us moar.

 

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Oh yes, pre-FF pheasants were scary.

I miss the old school days where a wolf would haunt a group of newbies and kill every last one of them.

Nowadays, I feel that fighting is easier than the JKH/Wild days.

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I remember the forum threads on the ww2online Off Topic forum.

"Come! We are invading this new game called Wurm! We will take over the place!"

Oh dear lord the cluelessnes 😂

 

 

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When first building Fort Mole, we were getting killed by nearby monsters.

We managed to get someone from Kyara to come over and kill the critters roaming nearby.

Except scorps, which were too dangerous even for that local hero.

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42 minutes ago, griper said:

When first building Fort Mole, we were getting killed by nearby monsters.

We managed to get someone from Kyara to come over and kill the critters roaming nearby.

Except scorps, which were too dangerous even for that local hero.

I wish I had stuck around for that instead of settling at Rat Point. It was supposed to be an FB but I think maybe two people ever stopped by.

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