User:Vincent E V A N

In case you would ever like to PM me or find me in the game of Guild Wars, check out my names.

In-game names: Vincent E V A N (PvE/PvP), Vincels Mc Chopchop(PvE/PvP), Vincent Eurostomper(PvE/PvP), Vince W(PvE/PvP), Vincent The Acolyte(PvE/PvP), This Goes To Matt(PvE/PvP), Legendary Vincent (PvE/PvP) Vincent Ve Ri Ta S(PvE), Vince Reloaded(PvE), A Papaya In There(Pre), S O C I A L I S M(PvP), Rig Her Mortis(PvP), Vincent Skull King(PvP)

Guild Wars Story

 * Okay, I am bored. To ease the pain from my sudden boredom I shall write a biography of my Guild Wars.

Prologue
November, 2006
 * I began playing Guild Wars October, 2007 when I was a young child of 13. My first ever character was KA Cloud, a Prophecies Necromancer named after my old X-Fire account. I still reminisce about back then, when I wondered how on Earth the chat and movement keys worked. Luckily I had the aid of another X-Fire buddy's (Matt; he will be one of the most prominent characters throughout my story) friend, Elisabet Ramsey. Him and his now-extinct guild Blackwood Knights [BWK] took me in and basically taught me how to play. Memorable guildies include Axle N, Elisabet Ramsey, Eno Sadus, Racheal Alsman, Damp Sponge (Matt), and Magma Rage. My early days of Guild Wars consisted of admiring the desolate areas of Ascalon and trying to scrounge up as much gold as possible from whatever source. The one thing I always wanted on my Necromancer was the quintessential Fiery Dragon Sword, the weapon of choice of all the "1337" warriors had back in the day. Luckily I find a high-req, non-max one on sale for a measly 1 Platinum. After managing to quest my way to level 7 over a matter of days I got enough gold to finally buy it. At that point I was hooked and saw laid before me the road to success. Now came the hard part: walking down it.

Training
December, 2006
 * Around month later Ka Cloud was still nowhere near my goal of level 10. I struggled to finish quests and even get to the next mission outpost and was about ready to quit or even beg for help/gold. Luckily, I remembered that I had [BWK] on my side to help me along. They showed me ever more about Guild Wars without ever specifically telling me how it all worked, a sort of "stay here while I do this" kind of help. During the da, some of the [BWK] guildies would get together and hang out in our dead alliance's halls, especially in the Isle of Meditation, at the ship in the very back. Axle always called that his boat, and we spent a good amount of time flailing around jokingly trying to jump onto it. Then one day after a romp through Ascalon with Axle, he took me into our guild hall, the Isle of Weeping Stone. I stood in awe of the place. How I loved the gothic Kurzick architecture back in the day! There in the midst of my amazement I finally saw my friend Damp Sponge (Matt) in person for the first time, since he only had Factions and I only had Prophecies. His Assassin was clad in black Kurzick armor, red hair, and keen eyes that spoke of death. And there I stood in bland, undyed Tyrian armor. How envious I was! Axle and Matt were discussing some sort of battle that would soon take place in the guild hall, and as they talked I became more and more confused and curious. We soon entered a scrimmage,, and I went to the front gate as Axle took the door to the ledge on the right. There he waited with his Black Moa, "Sgt. Johnson." The timer goes down, "3... 2... 1... 0". My mind was racing; I was clueless and could barely contain my excitement, like a child riding his first train. I knew my lvl 12 Necromancer probably wouldn't be much help, but I was still determined to win whatever was about to occur. I follow the dirt path up to flag stand in the middle of the map. I wait there and see nobody except the few footmen and archer patrolling on their dirt path. "Where is Matt?" I thought to myself. I try to fight the footmen, get rolled within five seconds, and respawn. I make a mental note to not try that again and then went to find Axle.


 * "What are we doing?" I asked.


 * "Just wait," he replied simply.


 * So I did. For 30 minutes. Then finally Victory or Death started and all the NPCs rushed the middle to duke it out as I watched entranced (I believe it was Matt who won that battle).


 * November came, almost winter time, and with winter there is snow and much time of boredom spent cooped up indoors. Matt finally persuaded me to buy Guild Wars: Factions since it would allow me to team up with him. I input the CD key and eventually get to the shiny new character selection screen. I decided to make to what I believed was the coolest profession of them all: Assassin. I remember all the steps too. I started with red hair. "The color of blood!" I thought to myself foolishly. I gave him that long, relaxed, yet coldly determined face. The naming process was the best part of all. I sat there in my computer chair for a long time trying to think of a name. Nothing cool or special ran through my working head. Thinking of SOMETHING for a cool name. Out of nowhere I remembered my old X-Fire name, [KA] Vincent (I am not a FFfag mind you, never played a single game) so I settled on naming the new character Vincent. BUT! You had to have two names. I tried to brainstorm a second one and first thought of my own last name, Smith. That sounded bad so I put a spin on it and used my first name, Evan, instead. Unaware of the regret this name would spawn in time, I excitedly pressed the "Create" button and Vincent E V A N was born.

Corrupted Souls Clan
March, 2007
 * A year passes. Vincent E V A N is finally level 20 and I am finally learning the Guild Wars terminologies like WTB, LFG, Ecto, etc. I buy Guild Wars: Nightfall but decide to finish the Factions storyline before playing it. By this point [BWK] is slowly withering away. I was long since promoted to Officer so I tried to encourage activity by recruiting and helping out new players, but it was a losing battle. I worried more and more about the fate of [BWK] and began to formulate a contingency plan. Soon Axle, Racheal Alsman, and even the guild leader Elisabet Ramsay go their separate ways. More and more lesser known players start following their example. Those who don't leave, like officers Eno Sadus and Magma Rage, become inactive. Finally Matt and I realized it was our time to leave as well, and we followed Elis and Rach (what we nicknamed them) to the guild they joined, Corrupted Souls Clan [CSC]. As for all the other [BWK] members, they've all faded to distant memories, though I still wonder what happened to Axle. Up until that point I had never really met other players outside my close-knit group of friends, and the size of the new guild came as a shock. I was greeted by the leader, Oblivions Tank, and more members/officers than I had ever seen in one place. Prominent people that I still remember include Jeo Jearti, Reptar, Tyler, and Tyler's brother. I soon got comfortable enough to feel like nothing had ever changed, that it was just a larger version of [BWK]. Unfortunately, this too would pass as [CSC] fell to the same inexorable fate as [BWK].

CSC Postmortem
May 2007
 * Months of casual playing later I noticed Alliance Battles for the first time. To this day it remains the favorite past-time of myself and all of my core friends. Back then most people just ran Balanced, and guild teams consisted of new players and, if we were lucky, a couple veteran players. After a few matches I became familiar with the concept of Alliance Faction and its benefits. Back then, Amber was 1000 faction per chunk and sold for 800g a pop, so I decided to join a faction guild. I went to the one place I thought all Kurzick guilds mingled together, House Zu Heltzer. I soon learned that this was not the case and that finding a decent guild would be hard. After a few minutes or searching I came across a player by the name of Namor Tong. He was much friendlier than most other strangers I had met up to that point, and he invited me to his ancient guild Dusty Maravedi [THS].

New Roots
May 2007
 * Things have suddenly changed. Now, for the first time, I am isolated from all of the former [BWK] members. A new chapter of learning and networking begins. I hardly talked to any of my former guildies except Matt and a few others like Jeo Jearti and Oblivions Tank. Dusty Maravedi had high hopes of holding a Kurzick town under the Fallen Angels Clan [CLAN] alliance. At the time, we owned Tanglewood Copse, back when people did the infamous Lutgardis FFF (not HFF) runs. As for me, I just stuck with playing AB, and like in [CSC] I was welcomed to the guild with open arms. Some prominent members and greats friends were Dawn Of Death, Namor Tong, and Jose Cortez Saint. Dawn Of Death was the first female Guild Wars player I ever met, and it came as a bit of a shock that there were members of the opposite sex in the game (let alone on the internet).


 * After much finagling I managed to convince Matt to join [THS] and together we AB'd bravely and honorably, defeating literally any Luxon team that stood in our way. After a few rounds I managed to get my very first title, Kurzick Supporter - a joyous moment in my career. AB got boring every once in a while, but I still needed to somehow make ends meet for the daily faction donation requirement. I had to bite the bullet and start FFFing; I ran mostly with Namor and Matt and started out as a Bridge and Shore runner, but before long I prided myself in being able to run to any location. When I wasn't trying to meet the daily requirement I was hanging out with Dawn Of Death and Jose Cortez Saint, Namor Tong, I Pwn You All, all of them I still care for to this day. The five of us were inseparable. We enjoyed PvE together, helping people through missions, and just messing around in general, and overall just enjoying each others' company. But on one fateful night, in what was starting to become a recurring theme, Jose relayed a sudden goodbye and vanished off the face of the Earth. I still wonder what happened to him, where he went, and why. Dawn and I still talked to each other, although we felt incomplete without Jose. Days go by, he never logs in, and we started to doubt that he would ever come back. When he left, the guild as well slowly stagnated into a depressing state of activity. Dawn left, Namor was distracted and Pwn just stopped caring. Eventually I left the guild in frustration and set out to find a livelier one.

The Fallen Angels
June, 2007
 * For a brief time I was just hopping guilds, trying to find a good one to settle down in. I eventually decided to narrow down my search and kill two birds with one stone; I wanted to max my Kurzick title, so I figured that looking at faction-intensive guilds would accomplish both goals, since a guild has to be very active indeed to maintain its faction. Unfortunately I had no connections in that particular crowd and ended up failing hilariously. However, every cloud has a silver lining, and I was picked up by chance by the faction farming guild The Fallen Angels Clan [CLAN]. It was an ancient guild, formed sometime in 2006 by Queen Azanigin. At this time they were in control of the FFF capital, Lutgardis Conservatory (though they eventually went on to capture HzH itself). It was a fun guild; besides constantly doing AB/FFF, we had parties, planned general PvE events, etc. It was everything an active and well-organized PvE guild should be. Ironically I never actually FFF-ed much, though I did get to rank five Kurzick (before the massive faction accumulation update), mostly via AB. In this guild I met yet mroe wonderful people such as Adamtimothy Zero, Ronan of Bad Soles, Lil Nikita, and Queen Azanagin, among others. As I became situated in this new guild with all these new faces I began to miss the company of old. I needed one of my original crowd nearby, someone I could trust implicitly as a person and as a Guild Wars player. I promply settled on the one and only, Matt. He was still smoldering in the dead [THS] and gladly accepted a [CLAN] invite. Once again, like comrages, almost like brothers, us two were once again found in the same guild yet again. During this time, I started taking my first Guild Wars breaks from the game and enjoying life and all it's majesty more often. Playing AB now and then and finding myself joining in the new craze of HFFF, Hero Fast Faction Farming... Micro managing galore. As my days in [CLAN] went by, I came, and then I left. Multiple times in fact, joining random guilds in hopes of finding my true Guild Wars roots, however, I always found my self come back into the seductive guild, I felt like I knew where home was for the first time in awhile.

The [PIMA] days
May 2008


 * As stated in the previous chapter, I began to leave back and forth between random guilds and my "home", [CLAN]. Between breaks and moving back and forth, almost a year has passed of alienating Guild Wars. More so specifically, having a broken computer. Once I got a new, I found myself back to playing Guild Wars. Once I got one I found myself guildless after previsouly being in some guild that which I cannot remember. I joined good ol' [CLAN] though, finding the exact same people inside faction farming. Coming back into Guild Wars I thought to myself that this is what I would not want to do to get back in this game. So I found myself beating around the bush in the guild, rarely participating in its daily activities. From time to time though, I did join them in a round of playing Fissure of Woe or two. But nothing more than that. Later on in my time in [CLAN] once more, I found myself with an opportune moment to shine for my fellow guildmates. Being a habitual offender for leaving back and forth, I felt that I was a lesser guildmate compared to the rest here. It just so happened that Lil Nikita, second in command of [CLAN], was looking for a few people to migrate over to her own guild, a child guild to [CLAN], to help it grow. I felt as if it were no better way to prove my worth than to help build another branch of our "could-be" empire. I joined the new guild, Loyal Order of Pimas, [PIMA]. PIMA, or more specifically, "Pains in my asses" (ironic how I joined a guild with THAT name) was relatively small compared to [CLAN]. No more than 30 members. As I first joined I got welcomed by two people. Only two. Range Fight, and I Nuked U. Little would I know how important these two would be to my Guild Wars career from there on. Range Fight was a really "happy-go-lucky" players and I Nuked U was more of a serious, "I'm better than you" type of player. I managed to befriend both easily as us three become a trinity of respect in the Guild. We became officers in short time. I got along with Range much more easily, he seemed to be much more of a loyal follower to me, a loyal, and great friend, while Nuked was a friendly, competitive rival of mine. Getting into a few fueds now and then, we still showed respect to one another as equals. As time passed by with my time in [PIMA], when soon find out from home base ([CLAN]) is taking its tolls. We had to seperate from the [CLAN] alliance and Lil Nikita managed to place us in a friend's alliance. The leader of the alliance was Moreta Dragonlady, leader of [eyes]. The seeds have finally been placed for me and my grand future.

As time goes by, we in the [PIMA] guild start to settle in to our new alliance. This alliance was more people friendly than the workers and co. back in [CLAN] alliance. Back in [eyes] they partied up for missions, no matter what mission or who it was. With the PvE help, [eyes] alliance even support the PvP side. Because of [eyes] I would have never, ever entered the PvP world. Every week they would have small, yet fun tournaments for it's alliance members to participate in. The first tournament I entered, I won without even trying. Back in this time, I was surprised at my skills when pitted against other players. As I became more active alliance wise, my popularity grew and I soon even got to meet the magnificent woman who led that alliance. As I started playing more with [eyes] I began to alienate my own guild mates in [PIMA], besides Range and Nuked, those two I always played with. Two months go by. [PIMA] takes a turn for the worse.

O' Brave New World
Oh Guild Wars, how fate has treated me in the past months has only made me used to change, death and mourning. This, was no exception. It felt awkward however, out of my experiences with dying guilds it was only in dead alliances or no alliance at all. This time was different. I was in a lively and steadfast alliance at this time, and yet, I felt dead. It felt weird to me, being alive and dead at the same time. I wanted to leave this guild, reaching out to the other guilds, only to be shut inside my coffin. I asked for help. I turned to one women, the leader of the alliance herself, Moreta Dragonlady. She was a diligent person back in her day. She worked hard and stopped at nothing to make sure she did everything in her power to make sure her alliance was in order. My case with PIMA was no different. Together, her and I tried to revive PIMA. My memory is still fogged during this time, but in the end, Me, and Range Fight joined [eyes]. Nuked, our friend, did not. Our trio, that indestructible trio was ruined. I felt sad, unified, and abandoned once more. Story had it that he and Moreta Dragonlady, or her real name, Michelle, had constant quarrels. I was forewarned about her behavior, yet I shrugged it off and continued on, naively thinking of the present and not the future. I set myself up for a certain failure in this guild. A time bomb waiting to be detonated. If only I knew. As my time in [eyes] started, feelings of being an elite player stimulated me. It was a feeling I haven't had in awhile. Being used to dead guilds, never had I once felt being part of an active community of fellow players. I enjoyed it a lot and I had a positive impact on [eyes]. After our past conflicts, I see [eyes], my old home, the way it was back then. Fresh and still young.

The Beginning of the End
As life progressed, [eyes] flourished. Having a max alliance and a max guild consistently, it was clear that this was the prime of the era of its life. With PvE events daily, and its popular PvP tournaments every Saturday, Michelle had every right to be proud of her literal empire. Sure, [eyes] never tried to flaunt itself around the game, but it was a diamond in the rough. I knew that if I were to ever leave eyes, it would be difficult to find a community so close together as eyes was. Some of the officers during this time were Kiara Sei Cair, her husband Vadin Shadar, Your Local Alien, Magnus Steelgrave, My Sweet Revenga, and Robin Hood Owns. There were normally a total of around 12 officers, however, these were the key officers in the guild. I aspired to place among them as important people for what I believed, was the well-being of [eyes]. Although I did not know it among the time, it came to my attention in a later era of my Guild Wars career that many officers actually disliked me. They knew I was trying to become an officer, and although there was much backlash to it, I remember the very task given to me by Moreta, to become an officer. After being there for two months, the simplest task was handed to me, I was to befriend a very shy [eyes] member and help him through Nightfall. Once he and I finished the campaign, I would be promoted to the title of Guild Officer. I humbly accepted it and went on my way. This player was definitely very new at this game. His builds were very ineffective, and his heroes were sub par. While I was hoping he would understand basic skill mechanics, I did what any decent player would do and gave him tips on his build. Telling him why some skills are more efficient than others. Although I believe he failed to understand every bit of advice, you could say he left knowing more about the game he played. Gate of Pain, Gate of Madness, Kormir's Crusade, all of it was fairly easy. When we got to Abbadon, we did fare some problems. I didn't know the exact route and timing of that blasted Daze that Abbadon loves to spam. But, resilient as I am, we forged through crossing him out of our list of to do's, thus putting me in the realm of promotion. Not wanting to be quick, I announced that my new friend finally completed Nightfall and made him feel like he was special. It was nice, and although I did never talk to him after, I sometimes wonder what he does these days, both off and online.

Now that Vincent E V A N was an officer, I felt like I finally made my mark in this guild. I was popular, I talked constantly, giving advice, shooting the breeze, discussed in-game topics, and keeping people in line, I wanted people to know I was someone important. Being known for my majority of wins in Moreta's PvP tourney (The only closest person was Terminator Ricky, who had around 4. I had at least 15 victories under my belt total) I did certainly make a name for myself. With this, Moreta also became much closer to me. This summer of 2008 was definitely one I wish I remembered clearer. There was a lot of fun in it, but sadly, like my past, all good things had to come to an end. With school on the horizon,