Pull out your rule book and threaten to ban report the stranger for poor roleplay.
Quickly emote trying to send a bird to your friends.
Casually tell the stranger that you don’t know who he is and that you’d like to be on your way about now.
Immediately begin the countdown to PvP.
Try to make an inappropriate joke to lighten up the situation.
Ask the stranger if he knows who are and tell him that he will regret drawing his sword against you.
Start panicking and attempt to make a quick run for it.
Tell the stranger that you have no ‘mina’ but offer to smoke some of your cactus green with him instead.
Tell the stranger that what he is doing is wrong and that his actions will one day come back to haunt him.
Try showing that you are a responsible member of the community by reporting your friend to the GMs. It’s his loss, he shouldn’t have broken the server rules in the first place.
Refrain from asking for the glitch itself as you are too afraid to get banned, but try to scrounge items from the friend nonetheless.
Shrug your shoulders and carry on with your day, as you have more than enough items and resources already.
Ask if he will tell you the glitch so you can use it yourself, and take the consequences if you are caught. You will be able to appeal in a few months anyway.
Ask if he will tell you the glitch so you can use it yourself, and claim that your account was hacked if you are caught.
Report the glitch to the GMs without telling your friend.
Gasp and inform your friend that breaking the server rules will get him banned.
Ask if he will tell you the glitch so that you can use it to build a large statue of yourself out of diamond blocks in the middle of your home nation’s capital.
Inform your friend that you are disappointed in his actions and that he should report the glitch to the GMs himself.
You add your new title to your persona’s name and begin walking around town, enacting your newly acquired powers on anyone who steps out of line, constantly reminding them of who you are.
You smile with glee at the prospect of taking on an important role. You think back to your experience under previous leaders and try to decide what they would have done in your position.
You feel confident as you’ve done this a thousand times before. You promptly begin recruiting players to join your own personal guard force.
You use your new position to break into people’s homes and steal their stash of armour and weapons, saving it for future battles.
You feel surprised and awkward being given an important political position but do your best to take it seriously.
You see this as an opportunity to rise to up in the nation’s pecking order, one small step in the grander scheme of things. “Chaos is a ladder,” you repeatedly say to yourself before you go to bed at night.
Your mouth drops as you are given a position far beyond your qualifications. You don’t understand what the role entails so you read some of the server’s lore and hope for the best.
You take the position willingly and use it to establish your own trade empire, smuggling profit beneath the nose of your nation leader.
You see this as an opportunity to restore good to the nation you love, and immediately set about using your position to help others.
You insist on fighting the orc purely through roleplay emotes, and chastise him as item hungry in OOC if he doesn’t agree to your terms.
You aren’t confident of winning but you agree to fight anyway, not wishing to shame yourself in front of your friends by refusing.
Before you can respond, one of your followers emotes pushing a blade into the orc’s back. You ignore the orc’s roleplay and continue on with what you were doing.
You emote laughing in the orc’s face before putting on a set of heavily enchanted and OP armour.
You start babbling on about something unrelated, until waiting for the opportune moment to run away and hide until the danger is over.
You give the orc a wry smile, seeing the irony in his statement before refusing to indulge yourself in petty honour duels. Later on, you have the orc and his family murdered.
You inform the orc that you are a heroic warrior, guarding the town from pesky criminals and that you intend to slay the orc as vengeance for your parents’ deaths. You emote swinging your sword at his face.
You tell the orc to chill out and agree to his duel, on the basis that he supplies you with a lifetime’s supply of cactus green if you are victorious.
You refute the orc’s claim that you are honourless, agreeing to his duel regardless of whether you think you will win or lose.
You decide to torture the rival using your arcane magic abilities of fire evocation, threatening to kill him if he ever attempts to make another move against you.
You feel insulted that somebody would try to do this to you, but remember that it is probably a usual thing to contend with in your line of work. You start putting extra effort into impressing your nation leader so that he doesn’t find a need to replace you.
You find it difficult to swallow your pride and start discussing the actions of the player via Skype, claiming he is only jealous of your past achievements and has a grudge against you for something you must have done many years ago.
You confront the player openly in the street and challenge him to a duel for your title, a fight you inevitably believe you will emerge victorious from.
You suddenly feel great sadness overcome you that somebody would try to do this, but decide to put on a happy face and start making jokes about the rival’s mother.
Upon hearing the news, you act as if it does not concern you in the slightest and state that the player is far too petty and unqualified to take your position. Later however, you secretly have an assassin pay him a visit.
When the player attempts to enter the city, you close the gate on him and ‘accidentally’ flip the trapdoor switch, dropping him into a burning pit of lava. Afterwards, you blame the fiery incident on your co-worker.
You ignore the rumours and continue as you were. Life is too short to react to such trivial matters.
You are saddened by this revelation but decide to take the moral high ground, arranging a meeting with your rival in order to resolve whatever problems he has.
You bide your time and wait to see if the plot is successful. You take the side of whoever ends out on top.
You go to the nation leader and tell him about the plot, cementing the leader’s trust in you.
You grumble about how there are too many rebellions these days and how back in your day, players had a sense of loyalty to their nation.
You offer up your services in enforcing the new leader’s rule if he is to succeed, in return for payment and items.
You immediately log into TeamSpeak and start excitedly telling people about the details of the plot.
You wait to see what the plotter’s next move is, without informing the nation leader. If he succeeds, you arrange to have him accused and put on trial for the leader’s murder so that you can install your own puppet as his successor instead.
You try to confront the plotter yourself, threatening to have him arrested for treason in the hopes of being given a small reward by your nation leader.
You wait until the plotter has made his move. During the chaos, you break into the nation’s vault, steal whatever resources you can find and venture north to create your own trading city state.
You immediately inform your nation leader of the plot, begging mercy be bestowed upon the culprit.
Abruptly log out and throw your mouse at the computer screen but go down for dinner anyway.
Shout back at your mother that dinner will have to wait. The stakes of this battle are too high for a meagre bite to eat!
Remember that you don’t live with your mother anymore and that the sound probably came from next door.
Quickly charge into the fray, trying to take down as many enemies as you can before dying.
Log into the other faction’s TeamSpeak server, playing a loud and deafening sound off your soundboard before going down to dinner.
Go to dinner, satisfied that everything will fall into place according to your plan. You weren’t intending on doing much fighting anyway.
Realise that the need for food is more important than your desire for PvP. You do as your mother says and go down for dinner.
Ignore the voices in your head and start harvesting armour from the corpses of the dead, while the battle is still unfolding.
Do the right thing and go downstairs to eat dinner as you do not wish to upset your mother by ignoring her.
You see this as an opportunity to potentially befriend an influential member of the staff team and follow them inside the tavern for a drink.
You consider the perks of interacting with this player but decide against it, worrying what people would think if they saw you role playing with this sort of elf.
You say something about edgies these days and how Malinor used to be strong when the Wardens still existed.
You pull out your sword and begin the countdown to PvP, before realising the player is an admin and it likely would not be a good idea to interact with them any further.
You follow the elf into a nearby tavern, before making numerous jokes about the elf’s appearance. You ask the admin how you can become as cool as he is.
You turn your nose up at the player and walk away, before making a comment to your Skype group about how unrealistic characters are ruining your role play immersion.
You decide to log out of LotC and never return, having realised this is not the server for you.
You immediately lay flat on the floor and pretend to be dead.
You gladly accept the elf’s offer, happy to make new allies, regardless of your physical differences.