First week of november, 1999. I'm minding my business, heading toward the usual HHP spot for the standard picklaw mine hunting pickup groups for the mid-20s.
And then there's those red-con creatures that I'd never seen in the middle of Kithicor, and I'm "uh? wtf?".
For an entire week, Kithicor was a death trap day and night. Unless you were level 50, forget about doing CR. The bard that ended up tracking the corpse and dragging it grabbed the entire coinage (/consent still let the target loot your corpse), but I was happy to get my body back.
I had a friend who "slipped" and fell down the well in Befallen. Unfortunately, a group of players attempted to help him go down to do CR. Thing is, /consent lets you drag the last corpse you made in the zone, but corpse tracking abilities only locate the first corpse you made. So, once he died a few times with a handful of autosplit coppers, there were half a dozen of corpses. Finding the one with the items on it was easy. But you needed to find the last one made to drag it back (because at that point, /consent did not let you loot), then find the next, and so on.
A Guide came and summoned seventeen corpses ("OMG").