Group of bots in Kerbol's Hollow, Bangkorai, PC/NA at the moment. @ZOS_GinaBruno
lordrichter wrote: »Group of bots in Kerbol's Hollow, Bangkorai, PC/NA at the moment. @ZOS_GinaBruno
Yup. Three groups, actually. One of group of 4 in the back. Two overlapping groups (2 + 4, 6 total) in the area closer to the village. The ones in the back are a marvel of timing.
Unfortunately banning them will just cause them to make more "free to play" accounts and farm more right? Downsides of FTP.
it's time to do something about these bots i already report them and the spot , 3 times ! but they don't care , nothing have been done about them and the spot , NOTHING ! I'm tired to report them and to receive a message from the customer service to tell me that " the residents of Tamriel thank me " while my ticket is directly send to the trash .
An excerpt from a botting software designers diary .............The Autocamp 2000 talks to other players with following rules:
1.) If someone says something ending in a question mark, respond by saying "Dude?"
2.) If someone says something ending in an exclamation point, respond by saying "Dude!"
3.) If someone says something ending with a period, respond by randomly saying one of three things: "Okie," "Sure," or "Right on."
4.) EXCEPTION: If someone says something directly to you by mentioning your name, respond by saying "Lag."
5.) (And remember to accept all trade requests from other players by giving them a melon.)
I sat it in front of the keyboard, made sure my character had at least fifty melons in his backpack, and then trudged off to leave it alone for the night. My
character, Farglik the Templar, waited around in a wayshrine for some adventurers. The following is a log of what transpired:
KillSwitch: [Shouting] Does anyone want to join our hunting party?
Farglik: [Powered by the Autocamp 2000] Dude?
[KillSwitch invites Farglik to join the group.]
[Farglik joins the group]
KillSwitch: We're gonna go farm dolmens.
Farglik: Right on.
[The group of players runs out of the wayshrine, Farglik following close behind. Farglik shoots spear beams at every little monster they pass.]
KillSwitch: Why are you attacking the monkeys?
Farglik: Dude?
KillSwitch: The monkeys, the little hairy things -- why do you keep shooting at them?
Farglik: Dude?
Troobacca: [A nightblade in the party] My weapon enchant expired, I need a new one.
Farglik: Sure.
[Troobacca opens a trade with Farglik.]
[Farglik hands him a melon.]
Troobacca: ...what's this?
Farglik: Dude?
Troobacca: You handed me a melon!
Farglik: Dude!
KillSwitch: Knock it off guys, I see a Dolmen up ahead. Let's do this.
Farglik: Right on.
[The group encounters a bunch of dangerous mobs, but they gang up and kill every one of them.]
KillSwitch: We rock!
Farglik: Dude!
Troobacca: We so OWNED them!
Farglik: Dude!
KillSwitch: Uh oh, hang on. Up ahead is a boss. We can't handle it, so don't attack.
Farglik: Okie.
[Farglik fires a spear beam one the boss.]
[The boss attacks; Trobacca and several other party members are killed before they beat it.]
KillSwitch: You IDIOT! Farglik why did you attacke the boss?
Farglik: Lag.
KillSwitch: Well don't do it again.
Farglik: Sure.
[Farglik attacks the boss.]
[The entire party is slaughtered except for Farglik.]
[ ... Farglik stands there, alone, for several hours ... ]
[ ... finally, a merchant runs up to him.]
Stingrie: [A Breton merchant.] Hey man! Would you like to buy a heal pot?
Farglik: Dude?
Stingrie: A heal pot. It boosts your health by 200 points. I'll sell it to you for 5 gold.
Farglik: Okie.
[Stingrie opens a trade session.]
[Farglik hands him a melon.]
Stingrie: What the hell is this?
Farglik: Dude?
Stingrie: You handed me a melon.
Farglik: Right on.
Stingrie: I told you 5 gold!
Farglik: Dude!
Stingrie: If it's too expensive, just say so.
Farglik: Sure.
[Stingrie runs away, angry.]
[ ... several more hours pass ...]
[A small hunting party led by Krushmor the sorceror comes over the ridge and spots Farglik.]
Krushmor: Farglik, what's up? What are you doing way out here?
Farglik: Lag.
Krushmor: We're rooting daedra out of a delve. You should join our group.
Farglik: Okie.
[Krushmor invites Farglik to join the group.]
[Farglik joins the group and starts following Krushmor around.]
Soop: [The party's templar]. Here, Farglik, let me hand you some hela pots.
Farglik: Lag.
Soop: I know, it's pretty bad tonight. Here you go.
Farglik: Right on.
[Soop opens up a trade window and hands Farglik a heal pot.]
[Farglik hands Soop a melon.]
Soop: Uh ... thanks!
Farglik: Dude!
[The party enters a delve and spends the next two hours brutally clearing it of npc's, room by room. Everyone gets tons of XP.]
Krushmor: Aw man, it's getting really late guys. I should go!
Farglik: Dude!
Krushmor: I know, sucks. I'll catch you all later.
Farglik: Sure.
[Krushmor logs off. By default, Farglik is now promoted to group leader!]
Soop: Well that sucks. What should we hunt next?
Farglik: Dude?
Soop: Let's hunt dolmens!
Farglik: Dude!
Soop: I know an awesome spot. Follow me.
Farglik: Right on.
[The group runs out of the cave, but Farglik, because he is now group leader, just stands there. Several minutes pass before Soop returns.]
Soop: Farglik why didn't you come with us?
Farglik: Lag.
Soop: Well catch up when you can.
Farglik: Okie.
[Farglik stands motionless in the cave and eventually the group disbands. Half an hour passes.]
[Suddenly, one of the game developers, controlling Molag Bal, enters the cave.]
MNolag Bal: Well, my young friend, we've been watching your progress for quite some time.
Farglik: Sure.
Molag Bal: You have done well. We have decided to bestow upon you: GM status!
Farglik: Okie.
Molag Bal: You will be the most powerful Templar on Tamriel!
Farglik: Dude!
[Molag Bal gives Farglik GM powers.]
Molag Bal: Would you like an Infallible Aether Sword?
Farglik: Dude?
Molag Bal: An Infallible Aether Sword. I bestow it onto you.
Farglik: Right on!
[Molag Bal opens up a trade and gives Farglik an Infallible Aether Sword.]
[Farglik hands Molag Bal a melon.]
Molag Bal: Thanks, uh, for the ... melon.
Farglik: Sure.
Molag Bal: Well? Aren't you going to try out your new GM powers?
Farglik: Dude?
Molag Bal: Your GM powers! The powers I just gave you Farglik!
Farglik: Lag.
Molag Bal: Okay, you know what. Just forget the GM powers. I'm taking them back.
Farglik: Okie.
Molag Bal: And give me back my Infallible Aether Sword!
Farglik: Sure.
[Farglik hands Molag Bal a melon.]
[Molag Bal kills Farglik.]
[Farglik respawns at a wayshrine.]
KillSwitch: [At the wayshrine] Whoa! Look who just popped in. What happened to you, Farglik?
Farglik: Lag.
KillSwitch: Want to come hunting with us?
Farglik: Okie.
[Farglik and the Autocamp 2000 join the hunt and gain experience for several more hours...]
I'd call the experiment an unqualified success.