Super Ghouls and Ghosts. I used to do really well as a child. Played as an adult and can’t get out of the first world.

I would go back tomorrow. I would sacrifice all of the modern conveniences. It was the best time to be alive imo.

I have experienced this first hand. Former mental health nurse. Friend said “It has been so quiet” and honestly within the hour we had a new admission who was a....hand full....of his own shit....

Was playing three man crew. One went afk after sinking a reaper. Two of us were wasting time on the decks. A meg appeared and we decided to fight just for something to do. We got him and I noticed huge amounts of loot coming to the surface. I have about 300 hrs and the other guy had about 50.

If finish off my run with an HG loss as a way of giving away my supplies. I have had hundreds of cannon balls in storage crates and seems a shame to not give them away.

I don’t have five friends that play. I have two. We try low man raids but largely unsuccessfully.

Really depends. I typically don’t shoot first, but If you fire at me first I will come after you like there is no tomorrow.

I’m just amazed it got shut down for something an American did. I had my money on an Irish let down. Small win.

The sloppy floppy Boys gone mild The dodgie roger

Something of a gentleman’s agreement I have with myself. There is no sport in sinking a sloop with nobody on it. I think they are off limits. When they start moving again it’s fair game and they will inevitably sink me. But that’s the fun of being terrible at pvp.

I always tell myself when I get backstabbed it’s called Sea of thieves, not sea of friends. Helps me cope when people are aggressive when I’m being friendly.

D1 VOG with 3, under leveled, out manned and out gunned at Templar. Took hours but we got him.

Claustrophobia. As soon as I encounter an enclosed space it washes over me and I freak out. Thankfully doesn’t arise too often.

Speaking as somebody that has reached the screaming heights of silver 1, it all depends on team makeup. But for the love of god don’t listen to me.

At my old job I always said “I’m sorry I am late I didn’t want to be here”.

“I bet you are wondering why I asked you to meet me here”

Lawyer. Spend all day getting yelled at and all night yelling at my pc.

IT the original. I was about 5 or 6. I still have a heightened awareness of clown 30 odd years later.