The day started out like any other day. I go to Felucca, get my ass handed to me, cry IRL, and then go to Britain Bank to wallow in my misery. At the Bank, I spy a man on a beetle selling his freshly created barbed runic armor. Of course, it was uninsured.. I step off to the side, incognito into Stuart, and kindly ask this man to follow me into my gate to show him what I have to offer...
He died quickly. The friendly ratman inhabitants allowed me to loot the items off of his corpse. I used the Bods-R-Us Price Calculator to figure out the estimates of the worth of FIVE of the FIFTY I looted.... Damn, I'm a rich bastard.
And yes, I know I'm burning in UO-Hell. |
