i misrepresented the idea. its not meant to be instant. its a process, much like a good player asking for gear from good npc's. you put in the command, it lags you for a time, and after that time you are put into an afk status, where you cannot be targetted by anything, but also cannot benefit from hp/mana/move gains every tick.
afk protection
Do you use zMUD?
#timer
Type that and it will toggle the timer function on/off.
Instant enough for ya?
gmud >_>
Stupid idea, imho, this afk command shouldn't be used when you wouldn't otherwise be able to quit, which makes it redundant.
gmud >_>
for life 
AN afk command would be abused senslessly. By people using it, and people who find others under it's effects. You would go "afk" thenyour enemy finds you, and simply waits for yo uto return, completely unspelled up, pants down, with the equivilant of 5 enlarged bashes stacked together. You need to choose what is more important, your char, or the asshat knocking on your door. Or buy an intercom.
What is the big deal if you do die? It happens. Go grab some gear, I was crunching some numbers with equipment, common gear that is easy for anyone over level 20 to get... easy as in: No problem, what-so-ever.
A melee class can get gear that will give him +22 hit roll +18 dam. That's a fine requipping suit. Go grab other gear with that to even out saves. And that's without a weapon or shield.
I haven't done it for casters, but head to ofcol and grab all the brass and silver you can wear and boost hp and mana, then the mind rings, then etc. I'm pretty sure there was a reequipping thread somewhere... The Mahogany Staff in Escimir is always in, even in it's rare-itude.
The problem is abuse. If people can't go 20 minutes without posting a thread about getting trash pked, how long will it be between posts about someone abusing an afk command? And no matter how many checks and balances you put into, there will be a way to abuse it. That's something we've all learned over the course of this game. If it can, it will.
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I made my sister wait outside for about 10 minutes one time in the middle of a battle because I didn't want to go downstairs and unlock the door. I was just like "Oh, I didn't hear you". Telephone call? People I want to talk to usually call my mobile, and I can call them back. People I don't want to talk to call my home (ie. my manager, the bank, the credit card company, the mobile phone company etc.) phone, so that never gets answered whilst mudding. I once burned food because I was mid-fight, and I've also gone down to cold food after leaving it to cool down in the microwave thanks to battles. These are just a few of the regular things that happen whilst mudding.
Basically, FL ruins my standard of living. I'm still against an AFK command.
Dey
"Hi, I'm Deykari. FL ruined my life! I'm voting "no" on proposition 3-36b. We can't allow those people to marr- ... oh, what? AFK command? I'll vote whatever you tell me as long as you give me some beer..."
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FL hasn't ruined my life.
If it wasn't for FL, I'd never have found you.
Dey
i know that pali. but it seems kinda stupid that if something comes up out of game that you cant really avoid, that theres no way to protect yourself. yes, quit works. but you cant always quit.
i thought that it could possibly be set up that it could work based on a timer. after being out of combat for a certain time, (sooner than you can quit), you can use this as a way to avoid being killed while you are afk.
Again, you're missing the point. You are NOT supposed to be able to be safe quickly whenever you want to be. You seem to, in effect, just want the timer for quitting post combat to be shortened so that it'd be easier/safer to run to the bathroom, get a phone call, answer the doorbell, etc... well, it isn't supposed to be safe to do these things while playing FL. Stepping away from the keyboard without having quit from the game is meant to be an incredibly dangerous thing to do.
I'd love to see a video of everyone that muds here like... quickly having to deal with a real life issue while they are still in game and bloody.
First one to youtube a video of such get's a giant bowl of fresh air fedexed to 'em.
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Omg that would be hilarious.
"Honey I need you!"
"OMG, WHAT FOR BABE!"
"I'm.... hungry..."
"GODDAMMIT GET YOUR OWN FOOD."
"But ba-"
"SHIII-"
"You're scaring me, honey!"
"Not as much as I will be if I die, here now."
Omg that would be hilarious.
"Honey I need you!"
"OMG, WHAT FOR BABE!"
"I'm.... hungry..."
"GODDAMMIT GET YOUR OWN FOOD."
"But ba-"
"SHIII-"
"You're scaring me, honey!"
"Not as much as I will be if I die, here now."
Damn he hit the nail on the head.
You should see me when I must take a piss
I keep a bedpan at the side of my PC. Please tell me i'm not the only one.
I made my sister wait outside for about 10 minutes one time in the middle of a battle because I didn't want to go downstairs and unlock the door. I was just like "Oh, I didn't hear you". Telephone call? People I want to talk to usually call my mobile, and I can call them back. People I don't want to talk to call my home (ie. my manager, the bank, the credit card company, the mobile phone company etc.) phone, so that never gets answered whilst mudding. I once burned food because I was mid-fight, and I've also gone down to cold food after leaving it to cool down in the microwave thanks to battles. These are just a few of the regular things that happen whilst mudding.
Basically, FL ruins my standard of living. I'm still against an AFK command.
Dey
I love you.
I keep a bedpan at the side of my PC. Please tell me i'm not the only one.
yes, you are the only one. everyone else uses gatorade bottles and styrofoam like real men. where the hell would you by a bedpan anyways. now that would be a funny video... someone buying a bedpan for themselves.
Someone should ask WC about a trip between Here and Buffalo, 64 oz of Gatorade before Rochester and slow, snowy traffic. I damn near pee myself every time.
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Someone should ask WC about a trip between Here and Buffalo, 64 oz of Gatorade before Rochester and slow, snowy traffic. I damn near pee myself every time.
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So it all started one night on a trip back to Buffalo after visiting the family, it was getting late and I had to get on the road if I wanted to get back at reasonable hour, and the weather was supposed to get bad that night. At the gas station before the thruway I stop to fill up and get my usual road trip package, a package consiting of two 32oz bottles of Gatorade, Tropical Mango A.M. Hands down the best flavor of Gatorade you will ever drink. Additionally I picked up something to chew on, a random bag of salty potato chips.
In little time I had finished the first bottle, and most of the chips and the flow on the road is going fairly fast and I'm making good time, so naturally there is no need to stop at a rest stop, I want to ride this 75+ traffic and clear sky as far as it will take me. Sure, nature was calling, but it wasn't an emergency, I could hold it for a while.
The second wind hit, any professional drinkers know what I'm talking about, you hold it long enough and the urge goes away. So instinct kicks in and I crack open the second bottle of my Gatorade and chugged myself into a pretty big pickle. As I pass by the second to last rest stop on the trip home the urge comes back strong. I've never had to pee so bad in my life, cramping like you wouldn't believe. I just had to make it the 40 miles to the next rest stop.
Whatever it was that compelled me, I have no idea, but I came around the bend and with the last rest stop in view I thought 'It's only 20 more miles, I can hold it.' And no sooner did I pass the stop and then a little seepage occurred. Emergency mode! Not enough to cause any damage anywhere, nothing that would show through clothing, but just enough to let me know I made one hell of a mistake. It's freaking cold, and damn near close to a full on snow storm, pulling over was not an option. So that left me with trucker bomb.
I opened one of those empty bottles, dropped my pants as far as I could while driving, but no matter how I moved I couldn't get my lower half above the spill back point of the bottle. I'm not very tall, only 5'10, but my car was small, I had to drive with the seat all the way back and still my knees bent upward quite a bit. Pissing into the bottle was just not going to happen, and with the storm kicking in traffic started to crawl.
At this point to took 20 minutes to get to the next off ramp, my off ramp. I pull up to the toll booth with my pants down around my knees, a Gatorade bottle between my thighs and a 20 in my hand to pay for my 5 dollar toll. I couldn't bring myself to look at the woman, I just felt the money move out of my hand and I sped off. I started to take my house keys off the key chain and I held them in my hand, praying to make it home in time.
It hurt so bad I was crying at this point. My stomach and intestines felt like they were being folded in half, another ten minutes of driving in worried panic, much faster than I should have been down the streets of Buffalo, and much faster than anyone should for the conditions, the storm kept most people in which was good but just enough people out that stopping and pissing in the middle of the road was not safe. I lived on a dead end road off of a no outlet area, plows rarely came through that section, so I was driving through 6+ inches of snow and my car wasn't a good winter car so I was fishtailing every turn I took. I pull into my parking lot, slide to a horrible halt,
I don't turn the car off, I kicked open my car door, and tried to run in the house, but the horrible cramping kept me doubled forward in pain, the pants around my knees limited my stride, and the fresh 6 inches on the already two feet of snow behind my building didn't help either. My neighbors were having some kind of party, Rockband or Guitar Hero or whatever had just come out, AG will back me up, those people suck at it. They suck at it just enough to notice when a skinny white dude with a Gatorade bottle on his dick runs into the building with his pants around his knees and his hairy *** wiggling as he tire steps through the snow.
It wasn't a sigh of relief, it hurt just as much coming out as it did holding it in, I thought I was going to split the end open. Since that day I always make sure to stop at a rest stop every other hour on my trips and force something out, needed or not. I drink sparingly on my trips, and eat nothing salty. Grapes, grapes are good.
There, that's the story, and here is how I tie it back into topic. If I can hold it in through all that, you can hold it in until you log off.
WC