A little story for all the younger kids out there...
There was a pacific level-100 kind of guy who was just sitting in his Ruiner, parked on a porch in front of a construction site.
He was calmly waiting for the right hour, when some bad giuy woulld gather at that site, to unleash some flying lead over them and collect their money for, you know, the orphans.
The calm dude saw a little red riding dot approaching, took a quick look on his Down-D-Pad menu, and returned to quietly looking to his watch, because the little red riding dot was just a level 34 guy.
That old player was tired of the fights of the day, and raised no more than a eyebrow when he saw that black Sandking stopping in front of him.
"Little newbie player" - he was thinking to himself -"you can see, I am just scanning the scene in the city tonight, not looking for you to start up a fight. So move along, I didn't even come out of my car, the non-violent message is clear, I suppose."
But SnoopGangsta93, or something similar was his name, cannot read minds. Equipped his SMG and killed that poor old, tired, non-aggressive man. Oh, Father, forgive him, because he didn't know what he was doing.
Some seconds later, a less-quiet Siriochan spawned nearby. Just in time to see SnoopWhatTheHellWasHisName running upon the cliff with his Sandking, standing against the sunset sky.
Ok, my littlle Heavy Sniper, time to wake up.
No, it's wrong to just sniping a guy who is fleeing, the bad gang will be here soon, let him go.
Well, maybe just a lesson.
The old pacific man took his RPG Launcher. Sandking right in the scope, on the far top of the hill.
Just a moment of hesitation, then the old pissed off guy pulled the trigger.
I don't mind, you can buy a new one, consider yourself lucky, I am offering this.
The blast was a little bright orgasm of gratious violence after hours of abstinence.
Siriochan killed SnoopAnnoyngKid.
Ok, here comes the Bad Sport warning, it was HIS car after all, so now let's open the wallet...
No further notification.
The Little Red Riding Dot came down the cliff after he re-spawned, was promptly killed again, then drove away in a police car, never to be seen again.
The old, tired, calm dude went back on the seat of his Riuner. It was about time. Here they were, bad gang NPCs, some money to make, some lead to deliver. The engine started to roar, the Ruiner slowly moved from the porch, the evening was quiet. and fresh.
Remember kids, when you are going to kill a guy who was minding his own business, don't forget to insure your PV, because the fact that he has to pay doesn't guarantee you that sometimes he doesn't give a f*ck and decide to spend a RPG to teach you a lesson. .