Some Minecraft page posted:

Griefing is the act of irritating and angering people in video games through the use of destruction, construction, or social engineering.

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Years back, after I quit my EQ addiction, I played on a persistent world Neverwinter Nights server for a few months. I'm not sure how many players there were on the server at the time I played, but the active player base was probably only a few hundred. I honestly can't remember how many players could be on at the same time, but I'd guess it was around 50. That made it a small server, but the game world was entirely too large (with extra, completely empty cities occasionally being added, and later removed, with no one noticing), which meant that most of the game world was unpopulated and, more importantly, completely mysterious to most players. It was pretty mundane--players could gain XP through defeating NPCs in the middle of the woods and random dungeons up to a certain level (10, I believe), after which all XP needed to come from DM events. To make things worse, most of the NPC encounters and loot wouldn't respawn until the server reset, which could be twice a day, or twice a month. Finding mobs and chests that respawned automatically was really important, as was keeping them secret. Grinding for loot or XP was actually against the rules (unless you had a "RP reason" for killing lots of umber hulks or whatever--I think I just claimed they killed my father and so I would kill them all until I was level 10, at which point I would have my vengeance), and most of the DMs only did events with the high-level characters that they were already friends with, which meant actually getting to a comparable position of power on the server was nearly impossible. One one hand, the drama of the most important characters was always really stupid: "oh no my sword is HAUNTED!", or "I MUST SACRIFICE MYSELF TO SAVE THE WOOOORLD!", but on the other, I wanted to be part of it so that I could bring it all crashing down. All RP eventually ends in some sort of fight, and if I couldn't win on a purely-mechanical basis, or due to DM intervention (as they'd always side with their already powerful buddies), I decided to add weight to my character's arguments by exploiting the poo poo out of that server as hard as possible.

Luckily, the server itself seem to be remodeled every few months, and tons of new exploits would be introduced as new, poorly-scripted content was introduced. This would be my primary method of achieving power. The second, less interesting mechanic was the broken pickpocket skill, which let me steal random items from other PCs, basically at any time. I created a new character just to specialize in pickpocket, who I then used to rob the high level PCs as much as possible, knowing that many of them would not attack me directly (instead, they'd try to subdue me, or paralyze me, or some other role playing bullshit, because people were scared to use PVP on a server with PVP by default), and have me thrown in jail. Which would be great, were the jail not DM controlled, meaning that half the time when I was put under citizen's arrest they'd just stand around with me captive for a while before getting pissed, making threats, and storming off (since there was no DM on there to play the guard and put in me jail or the stocks, and retrieve their stolen items from me).

The purpose of all the pickpocketting wasn't to piss players off (although that didn't hurt). Instead, I was only interested in occasionally acquiring a DM generated item from a higher level player. In online NWN games, DMs can create all of the standard premade items. They are also able to create unique items (although I'm not sure if they could do this directly in game or what). Sometimes this was just random magical items, but occasionally it meant unique items with specific magical effects that you wouldn't find anywhere else. Naturally, these items would be given away without much overall thought in the purpose of some event or special quest, which meant that many were hilariously broken themselves. Many players, interested in maintaining the roleplaying facade, didn't even realize how broken some of their poo poo was.

As I mentioned earlier, as people redid areas and content for the server, lots of bugs and exploits were introduced. Eventually, I found one broken NPC who could be used to duplicate items (related to some half-assed and otherwise useless crafting system). I found another who would, when used as a merchant, sell certain items for less than he would buy them for. Of course, I instantly saw the utility in this, and proceeded to give myself far more gold then I would ever need, and launder it to multiple characters (for some reason, the DMs could see how much my PC had on his character and in the server bank, but not on any offline characters). After discovering a bug in their implementation of some custom feature, I was able to determine if any DMs were online at any given time (since they had the ability to hide that status), and safely exchange money between my mains and my mules. I also used the item duplication exploit to acquire as much high level equipment as possible (bought from both NPCs and PCs), and save it away (in case the server changed and some of it became unavailable and highly sought after). I wasn't able to copy more than a few custom items, as my obsession with those only really became A Thing after that exploit was fixed.

The problem with infinite gold was that there wasn't too much to buy, after a point. I could get the highest level equipment, but DM provided stuff was far better, and most PCs didn't want to part with it for gold (because what would they buy with gold, after all?). Regardless, equipment would only get me so far against PCs far stronger than me, who I couldn't get the XP to match them in level (since the DM inbreeding meant they only did quests among those same high level players most of the time). That's where I started looking for exploitable items. I began searching the most obscure, never-traveled zones on the far side of the server for broken items in loot tables. I found a few things---scrolls of a weird, non-standard spell that, if successful, would destroy a player utterly. Their corpse would be consumed by fire, preventing resurrection. This meant they definitely lost XP, and their items too. Unless they had gold stashed in the bank (with which they could only get lovely stock gear from merchants), they were relegated to the default, useless noob gear and handouts from sympathetic friends. The spell was rarely successful, and rarely used (since people rarely fought to the death, because they were weird). But with persistence, I stockpiled enough to be able to take a higher level player down and seriously gently caress their poo poo up, which would lead to gallons of RP tears---manhunt parties combing the wilderness for my dwarven blackguard, wanted posters for me in the main city, angry forum threads about me, DMs messaging me out of character telling me how much they hated me and how I should die. The usual, basically. And since it was RP rules, I'd just walk into down the next day with a different hooded garment and dare them to recognize me without doing a specific skill check with DM assistance. "How dare you goode sir! I have never been to your humble town before, and I have certainly never slaughtered the innocent and christened by weapon in the blood of children. What do you mean I look like the guy that did it? Are you saying all dwarfs look alike? Are you a racist?"

After a while, they had the idea to quietly let PCs buy crafted magical items (using generic values from the DM guide) from DMs. I poured money into an enormously overpowered greatsword with multiple magical effects, enough armor to actually let me hold my ground against a player with 10 levels on me, and loving teleportation boots. Yes, they had some broken scripted system for teleportation (it involved using chat commands and stuff along with spell items). I found the item in the DM guide, and convinced a newer DM to make them for me (the older ones knew how badly that would end). Suddenly, I could move around the world faster than literally anyone on the server, escape any fight, and then return minutes later to drop a spell and fly off again.

Later, I went on to acquire a huge number of other overpowered and unbalanced magical items through an auction event they held, tapping into my cash reserves. A couple DMs were annoyed, but assumed I had gotten cash (which no one else cared about) from farming some obscure monster for XP and gold in an obscure area (in fact, I did this too, because finding monsters that awarded XP in this server's weird system was hard to do, but I managed to find some that no one else knew about and use them to level up and get some, but not nearly enough, gold). Combined with my prior stockpiling of broken loot, I finally had a big enough arsenal to challenge the incumbent heroes of the server. In fact, I ended that auction by paralyzing half of the players present, summoning a hoard of elementals to attack them, and then spamming area of effect magic to attack them all at once. Keep in mind, I was a blackguard, which meant I had no real magic of my own. I was just using the items that the DMs had just sold me, completely in character.

So far, I had just been setting up for my final act of pissing people off enough to get the entire server to drop the RP and admit that they were lonely weirdos. A few weeks after my attack on the auction, I went to the main city, which at the time had a single bridge for entrance or exit. I decided to charge a toll for crossing, and made up some obscure RP rant about how that bridge spanned the sacred river of my ancestors and how the White Man destroyed our lands and people and how dare you defile our sacred goddamn river. This failed to convince most people, so I started off my making an example of one of the first to cross the bridge by using one of my broken fire scrolls to incinerate his character and permanently destroy everything he owned. A dick move, but the guy I targeted was a huge tool, so it was a good way to get the ball rolling. At this point, I believe a few people paid the drat toll, a few people ran back to the main city to get help, and a few people cried to the DMs.

But no DMs were on that night. I had gained access to the DM schedule, and none would be on that night, unless someone got on AIM and found one willing to log in. This gave me time to have fun.

Some lowbie told me that he didn't have any money, and asked to join my team instead. It was a useless gesture, as he was around level 2, but I accepted him into the bloody fold. I'm fairly certain I killed him in the madness that followed, but I can't remember if it was intentional or by accident. Not that it matters in the least, of course.

At this point, I decided that I was the equivalent of a raid boss, and that I really had nothing left to lose. I entered the main city (where all the available players were currently running around trying to gather up a group to resist me. Most players were somewhat lower level then me, but the few members of the high level DM-favorite club were present, and they were way higher level than I was (only a few levels, sure, but in DnD that's a lot). After choosing the exact perfect spot in the city, I waiting for the rest of the PCs to start attacking me in waves. Using one of my items, I put a permanent buff on my AC and regeneration (it was supposed to be temporary, but it was unlimited uses, so I set a macro to use the item and keep me permanently buffed). I then created a number of friendly, high level elementals to fight by my side (these, unfortunately, had a limited # of summons per day, which I needed to rest to reset). As players approached, I activated an item that cast Cloudkill as often as I wanted, and used a pseudo-wand of Finger of Death to start picking off the weaker ones as my elementals distracted most of the PCs. This destroyed most of the first wave, or at least scared them off, allowing me to actually enter the battle and take a few of them down with my comically overpowered weapon, causing them rest to back off for a minute. At this point, the OOC chat channel was filled with accusations of hacking, people crying about weeks of XP lost, and people asking where the DMs were. Even in normal chat, people were boldly breaking their cherished RP out of frustration (I recall hearing one person yell, "DIE IN A FIRE YOU CHEESE EATING human being". I'm honestly not sure where the cheese part came from, though). Bear in mind that "weeks of XP lost" was a fairly accurate assement--players below (but close to) the level cap were unlikely to know the loophole in the XP cap system that let certain monsters still award experience, and those above the level cap would need multiple, very long (and boring) DM events to regain lost XP.

At this point, the actual high level characters decided they had some holy imperative to defeat me, and started delivering paragraphs of speeches as I was still slaughtering the weaker players (presumably so that DMs could later examine the chat logs, see their just and totally-valid RP reason for attacking me, and shower them with XP and praise). Fortunately, by generally keeping the skies filled with flak of various sorts (ie, the various item effects I kept firing off), I was able to slowly chisel away at the health of these PCs, who I would otherwise likely lose to in a 1-on-1 fight (again, due to the level different). Although most of my "tricks" were somewhat known, I had saved a few for this sort of occasion. Every time the PCs got my health low, I pulled out a scrolls that cast some sort of custom-spell to turn me into a vampire, instantly granting me full health, regen, and much better attack and defense. People were generally confused as gently caress at this turn of events, as only a few people (mostly GMs) knew the item existed (as it turned out, it dropped from an obscure NPC in an obscure tower out of the way of anywhere important, and I had been farming it for months). I would spit out some canned, pre-prepared dialog, "AH! YOU HAVE UNCOVERED MY TRUE EVIL FORM! THE DEEP DARKNESS OF MY SOUL IS LAID BARE!", in an attempt to cause them to type a response (hopefully allowing me to trip them up with a different spell scroll while they were typing). Eventually, the scroll would wear off, I would turn into a dwarf again, and kite them around the city, occasionally popping off fireballs until I would stop and become a vampire murder machine again. I was able to start taking the high level PC characters out, which caused them all to flee for the time being, with most of them messaging people about how much of an rear end my character was and how they would kick my rear end in real life and how their friend was the head DM and I would be BANNED FOREVER.

However, at this point, more high level characters were arriving from across the server to join in as they had "felt a disturbance in the Weave" or whatever bullshit RP excuse they wanted to throw out after hearing about the situation on the OOC channel. I did the honorable thing and teleported away to a safe location on the other side of the world, where no one ever went (since it was far away, half programmed, and generally boring). After healing up, replenishing my item stocks, and resting (in order to reactive my items with limited uses per day), I teleported back to the main city. The important PCs had already left again after much deep RP discussion about my rogueishness and how they needed to hunt me down, and left to do just that. Or perhaps have RP sex. Or both, whatever. Regardless, at this point the city was filled with the same low level characters again, annoyed at having their poo poo wrecked earlier, and having stupid RP chat in the inn or tavern or whatever. Of course, at this point I interrupt their chat to begin serving heaping plates of murder, before teleporting off again. For the next couple hours, I repeated this cycle every 15 minutes or so, since these players had nothing else to do other then chat in the inn. Even littered with the dead, they'd still stand around, poorly-RPing about how good the ale was today and how comely the bar wench was. That was, apparently, 90% of the action on the server. The OOC channel was still filled with death threats and attempts to locate me (which was stupid, because in order to teleport I had a macro mapped to use my teleport boots and actually "speak" the teleport command in chat, which included the location of my destination).

After a few hours of grinding all action on the server to a halt, a DM arrives and promptly throws me in DM jail (limbo or the void or something equivalent). However, lacking a RP reason to ban me, he was forced to simply release me after a few days.

At that point, knowing that even killing half the server wouldn't get me banned depressed me, and I forgot about that drat game. My only regret was that I wasn't able to incinerate all of the high level PCs (unfortunately, the broken scroll that did this only had a horrible success rate, so most were spared that hilarious fate).

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The floor is now explosions

A while back, an Arc Smelter was added to the game. This lets you combine materials to create new alloys with properties from both. You can also infuse chemicals into things. If your first thought was, "how many explosions did this cause," congratulations, you pretty much "get" SS13. Here is a picture of what happened when I created a weldfuel-infused shovel and accidentally hit some of my weldfuel-infused glass windows with it.



Whoops!

One of the minerals is called erebite. Erebite is highly volatile and explosive. People used to make themselves explosion-proof erebite-alloyed blast armour and then run around tweaking their own nipples to cause massive at-will explosions that devastated everything around them while hurting them very little or not at all. Yes, seriously. Weaponized nipple tweaking. That was a thing.

Nipplebombing was nothing compared to infinite self-sustaining bombing, though.

See, after discovering that a sufficiently resilient erebite alloy would not be destroyed by its own explosion, people started to get kind of carried away. This culminated in some jerk re-tiling the floors in the escape shuttle bay with sturdy erebite metal alloy. Eventually someone set it off - I think they just stepped on it or walked over it while smoking or something - and welp that round was over. The tiles all set one another off, and each one became an individual Big Bang of eternal recurrent explosions. Everything ground to a halt and the admins were forced to cut the round off and start a new one.

Erebite doesn't work in the arc smelter anymore. At least you can make bullets out of ants and meth to make up for it!!


IT'S ALIVE! It died. IT'S ALIVE! It died. IT'S ALIVE!

There are a variety of highly combustible chemical compounds in SS13, such as napalm. There is also a recipe called Life, which can create weird gribbly meat creatures or a (usually insane and homicidal) randomized NPC human. The Life recipe is triggered by heat once it's mixed together. I'm sure you can kind of see where this is going, but trust me, it's crazier than you think.

One of the Chemists managed to brew up some kind of nightmare potion that created a cloud of flaming Life. This had the effect of spawning an endless singularity of screaming, flaming creatures and people that exploded into an eternal Valhalla of fiery combat. The fucker had somehow made the reaction self-sustaining, so his workplace quickly became an ever-deepening mountain of burning bodies, fire, and screams. As the lag got worse and worse, an admin teleported in to see what the gently caress was going on, and came face-to-face with a vision of Hell. "MY BEAUTIFUL CREATIONS" lamented the immolated chemist, as his murderous children's fiery fists rained down upon him.

It lagged the round absolutely to gently caress and back and basically ruined it for everyone else, but nobody punished him for it. In fact, the admins immediately posted the story to the SS13 thread for everyone to marvel at. Playing a Chemist and creating any kind of laggy hellfoam or hellsmoke is basically griefing in and of itself, but every once in a while someone does something so incredible with it that even the people stuck staring at a laggy, useless Byond client can't help but be impressed. Like whenever someone makes a mixture so hot that it melts space. That happens occasionally.


The Crashwich

Another good example is The Crashwich.

Fractal cooking is a time-honoured tradition of SS13 Chefs. You take six food items (almost anything can be deep-fried to turn it into food), make them into a sandwich, use the sandwich to create a sandwich cake (any food can be made into a cake), slice up the cake, use six cake slices to make a sandwich, etc etc etc. This can create unholy monstrosities that lag the poo poo out of everything merely by virtue of existing, sometimes to the point of causing people to crash out as soon as the game tries to display the thing's exponential name. You will note that the Jay Wolff's buttcake I baked there cuts off after a while - its name was so drat big it overflowed the chat buffer. The buttcake is nothing. It and food like it are pitiful hors d'oeuvres compared to THE CRASHWICH.

You see, there's another life-creating mad scientist chemistry recipe in Space Station 13. It's extremely hard to discover and make, but it has the effect of imbuing any object it touches with life. This creates, for instance, a Living Crowbar that floats around and attacks people. At some point a Chef got the brilliant (terrible) idea to combine the living object recipe with fractal cooking.

Enter The Crashwich. Every time this haunted apocalypse of culinary hubris attacked someone, the game reported its name multiple times. When it charged, when it slammed into someone, and every time it hit them, the chat buffer would once again overflow with infinite recursive fractal sandwich. The entire station was brought to its knees by crippling lag, while anyone unfortunate enough to be present for The Crashwich's rampage would immediately crash out and have to reconnect their client, usually to find themselves dead and/or immediately crash out again because The Crashwich was still wreaking havoc.

The admins rushed to intervene, but were alarmed to find that The Crashwich was creating so much lag that most admins who looked at it were reliably crashing. Those with good enough connections to brute-force through all the lag were shocked to discover that the sheer latency generated by the demon sandwich was causing their admin commands to get lost somewhere in the coding nightmare that is Byond. The admins were trying to delete The Crashwich and failing. Ultimately, their efforts were in vain, and the server went down completely. The admins fought The Crashwich and The Crashwich won.

The admins were apparently so impressed that they collectively decided not to ban the responsible party, but instead to deliver a friendly ultimatum: they would not be punished for causing the server to go down in flames, as long as they never created another Crashwich. NEVER AGAIN.

Dabir posted:

Dabir posted:

*cymbal* MAN JACKSON!!!

SS13 posted:

Back on Donut Station, my favorite strategy was to always get a multi-tool right away and to break into to EVA. Inside EVA was where you could get a spacesuit so you could go off the station because ironically the most unsafe place is being on the station. Someone is bound to attack you and then steal all your stuff and turn you into a monkey.

Ok so I had the space suit and then decided it was time to cause problems as is the normal gameplay model of Space Station 13.

I flew over to the Zeta research station where all the scientist do stupid science poo poo. I got some containers of plasma and opened them up full blast. Myself being in a spacesuit was perfectly safe as I wouldn't breatht he deadly plasma. I opened the doorway and start moving the containers in to the hall. Soon the halls were full of plasma and now the scientists knew something was going on. I quickly ran away pulling on last plasma tank with me.

Now that they know I was doing something and are currently trying to fix it but the hallways are still full of plasma and I still had one more tank I needed to fill up Zeta with. So I pulled out this other tool I got from EVA, it can deconstruct walls. I go up to the walls of Zeta and I use it. To my surprise when you use it, it creates sparks everywhere. Plasma is extremely flammable, Zeta was now on complete fire. The scientist all started to flee the unstoppable flames. The thing on the space station is fire extinguishers are prized fighting weapons, there are seldom few as the game goes on. They had no chance, I pushed the last plasma tank in and flew away.

A scientist came flying out of Zeta, typing up a flurry of insults. Turns out they were an admin, they pushed me down and took off all my items to make me die in space.

Then I was banned for 2 days.

SS13 posted:

On time I was the Captain of the Space Station. And I wanted to cause trouble so I went to the computers in order to give myself all the money on the station because I never ended a game with the most money yet.

I was searching through the names of players on the station and someone kept talking in the chat that was super loving annoying. They had a special job name and they werent in the system with money for me to steal. I called them out as the Great Space Mexican here to take our jobs because he was clearly undocumented. It must of pissed the admin hard because he started running into the bridge and beating me up.

I tried to yell for help but the Great Space Mexican was too strong.

Something happened at the end of the map and the station either blew up or we called the escape pod quickly. I think I survived and someone defeated the Great Space Mexican

SS13 posted:

Standard way to play Space Station is to start as an Assistant, acquire a fire extinguisher, find someone also who isn't an Assistant by telling them you want to "help them out". Then you bash their head steal their badge and weld them into a locker you push into space.

Then you can start the round.

SS13 posted:

Second way to start the way as an Assistant, requires an early start in the game.

1. Acquire a fire extinguisher, spray out all the extinguisher stuff.
2. Refuel the fire extinguisher with welding fuel.
3. Find a room that will have alot of people, like the bar.
4, Spray the welding fuel everywhere.
5. Throw a lite lighter on the floor.

Dabir posted:

Not like anyone else is posting.

Dark_Swordmaster posted:

Did the old thread get killed due to hilarious irony or was it just because it was opened in 2008?

ToxicSlurpee posted:

Oh wow, Habbo Hotel and Coke Music...ah, those were the days.

AbrahamLincolnLog posted:

Inadvertent griefing: JonTron and Ethan from h3h3 play CS:GO and are terrible. End up pissing off their teammates and making fun of them.

(Bit of a stretch, but not like anyone else is posting anything.)

ToxicSlurpee posted:

Oh wow, Habbo Hotel and Coke Music...ah, those were the days.

For those of you who are new to these forums there is a...well, type of person...called a Geno. Genos are followers of The Path. This path is grey. They are here to save us all from the scourge of prismatics.

Genos are all named Geno with a number. Goons from these fine forums would invade things like Habbo Hotel and Coke Music with hordes of people named Geno with a number on the end, preaching about The Path and encouraging others to abandon their prismatic lives and follow The Path. Proper Genos care about little and feel no emotions. Everything is Grey to a Geno.

In Coke Music there was a bit of a habit of Genos to make music and upvote it heavily to keep it in the rotation. It consisted of a single *donk* on a cowbell. Nothing else. Every Geno was expected to vote favorably for it and every Geno played that and nothing else.

Now, imagine a room that's half Genos all queuing up to play proper Geno music and always, always upvoting their fellow Genos.

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Let me tell you about last night. I still play the parts of characters I create on the spot over VOIP in Team Fortress 2. Rory Manion and I tend to take turns, with one of us coauthoring the goonery in Ventrilo, while the other talks to people playing the game. This time, Rory convinced one particularly uptight player that he was promoting the growing sport of competitive gaping. (Anyone unsure of what gaping was could turn to the wall that was likeliest to attract attention, and see Rory's TF2 “spray”: a photo taken from Something Awful's FYAD forum that depicts a wiry man squat on a catastrophically colossal dildo.) Let me be the first to insist that there's nothing funny about passing this picture while on your way to capture a flag. But when the Red Letter Media reviewer's voice calmly explains that the photo is of gaping champion Gary GuyGapes and his record-stretching performance at this year's Planet of the Gapes invitational, I pause. And when the same person flawlessly fields every incredulous question he raises, revealing that he's GapeEscape.com's webmaster; that he's a third generation competitive gaper whose grandfather pronounced “I could do this professionally” after falling on a railroad spike; and that although opioid use is banned -- “open-oids” in gaper slang, and for reasons that I trust are obvious – if he becomes the Barry Bonds of gaping, then so be it; I laugh out loud. And when that one particularly uptight and unsuspicious player is sanctimoniously screaming that his forebears fought in world wars while Rory's character and his clan shoved poo poo up their bums for sport it becomes hard to breathe.

Teriyaki Koinku posted:

Oh! So THAT'S where came from!

I learned something today.

Anil Dasharez0ne posted:

(Source)

Volkerball posted:

daniel from sl makes america great again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8K3bBqKRaGA

Volkerball posted:

daniel from sl makes america great again

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8K3bBqKRaGA

Railing Kill posted:

What game was he playing that people can be held up at gunpoint to go fishing, or to need an Uber driver to get anywhere? I mean, it doesn't look good, but it looks great for griefing.