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I am one of those weird people who had qualms about killing animals and little kids. I used to have big problems in the first mud I played, because I could never get myself to attack the fragile roe deer and other cute animals in the Holy Grove, which was the newbie zone in that mud. Instead I always stumbled westwards into Haon-Dor, where the wolves used to gobble me up, or southwards, where I was slewn by goblins as soon as I set my foot outside the City dump.
This is probably why I developed into such a wimp. I am also extremely lazy, so after those traumatic first experiences, I never fight on my own. My preference is tagging behind some other strong player, applauding him while he - (yes, it's usually a he) - does all the hard work...
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