I come back to this community after I would have to say a couple years maybe? While briefly checking out updates as they come along. I couldn't get enough of the first few persistent world versions. Now however with few populated servers it was looking kind of grim when I saw the server browser for the first time logging back in. Now I know why this is the case.
I first loaded up into the Nexus NA 1 server, quite satisfied with the new appearance of everything I pressed on trying to be what everyone else is when they have nothing, a farmer. Despite it taking me way too long to find certain things I was greeted by a couple of friendly players who helped me learn some of the new mechanics since the mods had been updated which was a refreshing feel, however that quickly went away due to not much longer after that two armored men walked up to one of the players that greeted me and uttered the notorious phrase "Drop 700 denars or die" which was spoken to me once I was caught in their line of sight moments after. When questioned on the effort they put into properly roleplaying they retorted "Do you have a better idea to rob people with?".
Trying to ignore the ape-like intelligence of the individual I pressed on once again. To my delight I stumbled upon an oven to cook my freshly ground wheat. Unfortunately I lacked a crucial ingredient to successfully complete the task, water. Trying to ignore the constant yammering and screams of random death match in global chatter all the while scrambling passed towns people killing each other, I found my greatest disappointment elsewhere. The staff and community that backs them have probably convinced me not to even pick up warband in general until Bannerlord's far off apparent release.
I was notified of an apparent rule that players must have a FirstName_LastName title, unfortunately I was booted from the server faster than it took for the announcement to finish clearing off the damn screen. Quite stirred up over the immediate removal from the server I re-entered with a proper alias in place. Upon questioning the staff members reasoning for not allowing me the opportunity to follow the unspoken guidelines without the risk of losing the supplies I had worked hard for I was bombarded with text I believe to have been input by chimpanzees in their early development stages. I was informed that reading the forums was my only warning to any regulations which I soon tried to confirm the proper brain functioning logic associated with the statement. "This is an HCRP server after all!" "If you didn't read the rules on our communities forums its your own damn fault dumbass" The thought that persons who would jump into the game for a first experience would even have the immediate knowledge of an associated website or external rule-board outside the line of text they clicked on to join the server, which one could be punished for not knowing otherwise has left me beside myself.
I simply concluded the information given to me was more ape mischief so I attempted to dig deeper. While trying to confirm the legitimacy of the statement given to me I was confronted with the message "Don't question the admins and then ***** about RDM". Confused as to why I was accused of doing so I continued on regardless of the distraction. However without even a response from a staff member I was promptly removed from the server indefinitely from a nearby Schutzstaffel. Noticing that the third riech had already taken over the rest of the surrounding populace I soon realized I had been evidently removed from the modification in its entirety. Now I can only carry the nostalgia of what once was the most enjoyable role play experience I had been apart of in my memories, and try to forget the faze clan invasion that has occurred.
tl;dr - The remaining populace is divided into the autistic toddlers who have their kick command bound to their quickscope button and those who find it hard to take in oxygen while blowing at the same time.
I first loaded up into the Nexus NA 1 server, quite satisfied with the new appearance of everything I pressed on trying to be what everyone else is when they have nothing, a farmer. Despite it taking me way too long to find certain things I was greeted by a couple of friendly players who helped me learn some of the new mechanics since the mods had been updated which was a refreshing feel, however that quickly went away due to not much longer after that two armored men walked up to one of the players that greeted me and uttered the notorious phrase "Drop 700 denars or die" which was spoken to me once I was caught in their line of sight moments after. When questioned on the effort they put into properly roleplaying they retorted "Do you have a better idea to rob people with?".
Trying to ignore the ape-like intelligence of the individual I pressed on once again. To my delight I stumbled upon an oven to cook my freshly ground wheat. Unfortunately I lacked a crucial ingredient to successfully complete the task, water. Trying to ignore the constant yammering and screams of random death match in global chatter all the while scrambling passed towns people killing each other, I found my greatest disappointment elsewhere. The staff and community that backs them have probably convinced me not to even pick up warband in general until Bannerlord's far off apparent release.
I was notified of an apparent rule that players must have a FirstName_LastName title, unfortunately I was booted from the server faster than it took for the announcement to finish clearing off the damn screen. Quite stirred up over the immediate removal from the server I re-entered with a proper alias in place. Upon questioning the staff members reasoning for not allowing me the opportunity to follow the unspoken guidelines without the risk of losing the supplies I had worked hard for I was bombarded with text I believe to have been input by chimpanzees in their early development stages. I was informed that reading the forums was my only warning to any regulations which I soon tried to confirm the proper brain functioning logic associated with the statement. "This is an HCRP server after all!" "If you didn't read the rules on our communities forums its your own damn fault dumbass" The thought that persons who would jump into the game for a first experience would even have the immediate knowledge of an associated website or external rule-board outside the line of text they clicked on to join the server, which one could be punished for not knowing otherwise has left me beside myself.
I simply concluded the information given to me was more ape mischief so I attempted to dig deeper. While trying to confirm the legitimacy of the statement given to me I was confronted with the message "Don't question the admins and then ***** about RDM". Confused as to why I was accused of doing so I continued on regardless of the distraction. However without even a response from a staff member I was promptly removed from the server indefinitely from a nearby Schutzstaffel. Noticing that the third riech had already taken over the rest of the surrounding populace I soon realized I had been evidently removed from the modification in its entirety. Now I can only carry the nostalgia of what once was the most enjoyable role play experience I had been apart of in my memories, and try to forget the faze clan invasion that has occurred.
tl;dr - The remaining populace is divided into the autistic toddlers who have their kick command bound to their quickscope button and those who find it hard to take in oxygen while blowing at the same time.
