I keep coming across these, "Dear n00bs, stop playing DDO because no one likes you" threads and to be honest they've become substantially more irritating and moronic than the n00bs they chastise. Don't confuse this with a hatred of lamenting n00bs and their n00bish feats of n00bery, those make people roflcopter.
This is legit.
To demand that the n00bs never be allowed to play again? To require that all players conduct years of extensive study, research, and planning before rolling their first characters? This is a grave mistake. We need these n00bs. . . probably more than ever now because with this rising level of seriousness and apparent mandatory dedication, DDO is feeling less and less like a game and more like life.
This is not a game, it's horrible.
I salute all the n00bs out there that think that fear is the greatest effect since greasing their own PUG. I commend anyone who thinks 8 con is normal (charisma is what the ladies want anyway). I will congratulate every sorc I see in full plate, every SOB wearing that purple pirate hat (aka The Crown of King n00b (wear it with pride)), and, **** it, all those crazy mo fos tumbling everywhere they go while wearing a top hat (you know you look good).
For the shorties.
I rue the day that the n00b populace is banished from DDO. If, one day, in part two of The Shroud a wizard is not killed while trying to do extremely important mob recon. . . on mobs we're going to have to fight regardless of what the hell is up there, I'm throwing in the towel (that 12 year old is the real reason I have one charge of Raise Dead on my Greensteel bow (DDO needs you around Steven, Jacob, Francis or whatever you name is! You turn 13 next month!).
and yes, this is exactly what puberty is like.
If on some dark eve while running The Hound of Xoriat, a warforged barbarian does not systematically kill every single one of the puppies with lethal and relentless dedication despite repeated pleas to cease and a lengthy pre-raid lecture on why puppies need snuggling and love (not swords and stabbing), I will delete my account and call my mother to let her know I'm moving back into the basement.
You must snugg. . . okay, you can kill this one. Gross.
Let us raise our glasses of whatever drink we bought in the tavern after that VOD wipe (all they do is regenerate SP, what does a gangster need to do it get tore up in Eberron?) to all the intimirogues, melee sorcs, buffing rangers, battle clerics, and any others I've forgotten out there jumping through that final portal of Tempest Spine before the beholder has even hit the ground.
And for all those who have TR'd 80 hojillion times, haven't seen the sun in four months, and are still adamant that the apparent growth in DDO's inexperienced player base is destroying the game's culture and community, why don't you have any friends?
Easily besting your other records of binge drinking and lonliness
Seriously, you've been playing this game since 2006 and you still can't find anyone who wants to play with you? The only mistake the n00bs seem to have made is not knowing before accepting your join request is that you find no joy in life. It took me all of 45 minutes to figure out that joining/making a PUG translated to good chance of hilarious failure. That's why we joined guilds, to provide that assured progress. You don't see rich people sleeping in boxes, reheating discarded Arby's sandwiches over trash can fires, and complaining about how the poor are bleeding America dry. They're up in their pent houses, sleeping on beds made from extinct animal pelts, eating orphan hearts, and complaining about the poor where we don't have to hear them.
Keep going, all the way to the top.