Someone was showing a newbier newb than me the ropes and was raiding the city, killing all the dwarves.
... So I started fighting back and <scream>ing and shortly the older one caught on that I was a player and stopped. The newb was nearly dead though and I was geared up - and certainly wasn't going to let them get away with it. I would've of been fine if they would have kept fighting and ended me But what did they do? The pro took the team for a little speed walk and fled. To this day I have not had my revenge. I guess I was too much dwarf for the cowards.
What is your funniest grief story?
