I remember my first experience with PK's. I was a noob, venturing outside britain. If you go to the west to where the mining spots are, then through that mountain corridor there is a crossroads spot where you can go 3 directions. About halfway through that mountain pass it turned from guard zone to non-guard zone. I would pinball back and forth, testing the waters for awhile. Eventually a group of blues chased back all the reds and we made our way out to the crossroads. I was sporting my best gear at the time too. Thinking we had overrun them, I was venturing off a little ways, killing shit and looking around. Then all of a sudden all the reds came back. Mad scramble, I couldn't get back to the guardzone so I ran south into the woods. I was chased and killed. Due to that incident, that area became my stomping grounds. So much so that I made it my goal to buy a house just south of those crossroads. A few weeks later I saved up enough money and placed a small house down there. I then started an anti-pk crossroads guild. We hung out there all day long, hunting reds. If shit got to tough we'd run back to my house and hopefully be able to survive. I literally would spend hours a day over there, just fighting reds and returning with their loot to my house. Or returning to my house to get more gear.
Anyone remember this? You get killed, bitch follows you and kills the healer so you can't get rezzed! Ah that pissed me off so bad, but it was so smart. Or the worst was when they killed your horse. Damnit, now I gotta run all the way back to town and buy ANOTHER horse for 700gp. I hope the guy with the horses has some more ready to go. He only had 2 left last time I was there.
That's where some of the best Glorious Lord/Dread Lord wars were fought. How fun.