All unemployed Rangers please form a line over there
Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2002 12:49 pm
It's official
Ranger Bob has been put out to pasture. He's hung up his bow and faux-leather tunic for good.
But please, it wasn't really his fault.
All that time sitting in the woods dancing with wolves; and well, the world just passed him by. And while Ranger Bob was discussing the nuances of acorn-gathering with Pipo-the-Squirrel, average men and women fighters were picking up bows & arrows. Those hard-hearted stout adventurers wouldn't let Bob be the only sharp-shooter. Oh no. "To the abyss with those tree-loving, dirt-eating wannabe druids" clammered the new-breed of fighter.
And so it began. In one fell swoop, a beer-drinkin' salty dog named Oz picked up Rapid & Precise Shot, throwing some attention to bow weapons. He was bigger, oh aye, and just as dexterous. Two-weapon and ambidexterity came soon after, but unlike Tango's-with-moose Ranger Bob, the feral Oz could open his can of whoop-arse in full plate.
By level 10ish, Oz was twice the man Bob could hope to be. And he was a lot more fun at parties.
So, Ranger Bob, we bid you adieu. Don't spend that unemployment in one place.
...unless it's to buy a few ranks of fighter.
Ranger Bob has been put out to pasture. He's hung up his bow and faux-leather tunic for good.
But please, it wasn't really his fault.
All that time sitting in the woods dancing with wolves; and well, the world just passed him by. And while Ranger Bob was discussing the nuances of acorn-gathering with Pipo-the-Squirrel, average men and women fighters were picking up bows & arrows. Those hard-hearted stout adventurers wouldn't let Bob be the only sharp-shooter. Oh no. "To the abyss with those tree-loving, dirt-eating wannabe druids" clammered the new-breed of fighter.
And so it began. In one fell swoop, a beer-drinkin' salty dog named Oz picked up Rapid & Precise Shot, throwing some attention to bow weapons. He was bigger, oh aye, and just as dexterous. Two-weapon and ambidexterity came soon after, but unlike Tango's-with-moose Ranger Bob, the feral Oz could open his can of whoop-arse in full plate.
By level 10ish, Oz was twice the man Bob could hope to be. And he was a lot more fun at parties.
So, Ranger Bob, we bid you adieu. Don't spend that unemployment in one place.
...unless it's to buy a few ranks of fighter.
