This is so sad - Angmar was my first and oldest friend on Crossfire and I am very sad he is past away and moved on to better things - my condolence to his little boy - I am so sorry - your dad was not only a in game here - but a real life hero - I will miss him a lot.
I post here about my first accidental meeting with that old witch king - posted many years ago - but it was the real reason I stuck around in this community for a number of years
************************************
Angela Death and the Compassionate Freelancer
"GET OUT OF CUSTODIAN NOW" - I remember from playing last time. So, coming back to Freelancer and trading/missioning to get enough cash to buy a Sabre I thought I would travel to Crossfire by a legal route. I would not go into any Clan system and the route started in Texas.
Now, I am an idiot, and I spent 3 hours getting from Dallas to Crossfire, mainly because I spent a long time going around Midpoints Rift rather than to the centre.
I get to Crossfire- what a relief - what joy in getting there on my own - what a sense of satisfaction. With increased confidence I begin to explore but suddenly hear the scream of guns against metal and realise I am under attack. I try to avoid him but he is too strong and fast and I die. Respawning in Xfire I come out and he kills me again, then again. One time I mange to get into one of the new systems and he follows me and kills me again. Next time I confront him and fire back - but he is stronger and faster than me - I die again.
Bitterly I ask him what he has against me - the mod is called Crossfire, you get there and you die. He says that I am a new player, a nobody and that he kills me cos he can. He says I deserve to die cos I use Nanobots and I deserve to die. He will teach me how to fly properly.
Later that day I decide to build a better ship and skillls and meet this guy again and hopefully I would have a chance - I noted his name. I meet a wandering freelancer who politely asks me how I am doing and I share my sad story. I ask about how to get a bounty put on my murderer and confess my impotence - is this the Crossfire community I heard about and enjoyed briefly once before?
The new chap is a Merc but shows me some compassion and gives me advice and points me in the direction where new equip can be found. I agree to meet him in Xfire later and make my way again to the scene of my earlier terrifying experience. Using the server stats I recognise my killer has a clan and that a group of them are spreading from the centre of Sirius like a disease - no doubt killing unsuspecting innocents.
Craziliy I begin suspecting the Compassionate Freelancer is setting me up - UAC pilots are everywhere and Apollo attacks me in Alaska for no reason - I ask him why and he says cos he can. I am a new player and no challenge to his enormous power - he can kill me easily.
It was not a trap and the Compassionate Freelancer helps me get stronger - but I won't prey on the weak and new. We want this community to grow and encourage people to enjoy playing online. Not to feel they are hunted.
My killer - let me tell you any new character I play will be called Angela of Death as a marker of what sort of cowardly scum we have on this server - that are out there for all new players as a warning.
The Compassionate Freelancer went away in the early hours - no doubt on his lonely quest to right wrongs and set a standard - I salute him but did not catch his name - but he acted like a King.
