I recently received an email from the developers of ?Dragonrealms?, inviting me back to play, and offering a 50% off deal for a 3-month subscription. This was the first online game I had ever played; three years before I signed up for the Everquest beta. It was a ?MUD?, which were the non-graphical precursors of MMORPG?s, and although played entirely via text input, it was extremely complex nonetheless. I played from 1996 ? 1999, before moving on to the new generation of games that were coming into their own at the turn of the century.
I didn?t think much more about the email at first, but during a night of wine-fueled gaming, the thought struck me?why not go back and just check it out? It?s not like I haven?t thrown money away on a whim before; my library of un-played Steam games will attest to that, so glass in hand, I re-subscribed and travelled back to the lands of Elanthia after 15 years.
I opened my eyes in a cave somewhere, read the rather verbose description of the room I was in, saw that there was one exit, and immediately realized that I hadn?t the foggiest idea where I was. That?s when the fire elemental arrived. I just stared as it approached. It moved to pole range, and my brain still couldn?t react to the threat. Then it closed to melee range, and as my fingers just hung frozen over the keyboard, it started to beat the crap out of me. ?You are bruised???you are battered???You are hurt?.I think I actually muttered ?Help?, but my wife usually ignores me when I?m playing my ?silly games?, so I was on my own. That?s when it finally happened. Whether it was some long unused part of my mind waking up, or some form of keyboard muscle memory kicking in ? I remembered what I needed to do. I frantically started trying to type ?Retreat?, realizing quickly how badly my typing skills had deteriorated. I somehow managed to get out of range, ran to the next room, then the next, and took stock of the situation. Then I remembered another word. ?Assist?.
Believe it or not, Dragonrealms still has live Game Masters, and within a few minutes one popped into the cave in a puff of smoke, and asked me ?What seems to be the problem??. I explained that I just recently arrived back after a long absence, was kind of hurt, very lost, and had no way to defend myself under the circumstances. He pointed to the sabre in my right hand, but kindly agreed to teleport me back to my old town, which turned out to be actually fairly close to the death cave.
It took me ½ hour to find the bank, and was pleased to see that I still had a small balance there. Twenty minutes later I found my storage vault, the same surly Dwarf from 15 years back, still guarding the door. I paid my overdue rental charge and stared into a vault with 175 items collecting dust?and the memories came flooding back. The Enchanted gauntlets that I had won at a bazaar raffle in 1997, my instrument case with my very expensive Mandolin (I?m a Bard in-game), and countless other precious possessions, all there waiting for my return.
It?s taken me almost a month to begin to feel comfortable in the lands again, and I have a ton of things still left to relearn, but the experience has been pretty amazing. I?m not sure how long I?ll be staying this time, but I?m certainly glad I decided to take a trip back and visit. There?s nothing like that warm feeling of familiarity, when you stumble upon of piece of your past that hasn?t changed, despite the years.
Has anyone else had a similar experience revisiting their gaming past?
I didn?t think much more about the email at first, but during a night of wine-fueled gaming, the thought struck me?why not go back and just check it out? It?s not like I haven?t thrown money away on a whim before; my library of un-played Steam games will attest to that, so glass in hand, I re-subscribed and travelled back to the lands of Elanthia after 15 years.
I opened my eyes in a cave somewhere, read the rather verbose description of the room I was in, saw that there was one exit, and immediately realized that I hadn?t the foggiest idea where I was. That?s when the fire elemental arrived. I just stared as it approached. It moved to pole range, and my brain still couldn?t react to the threat. Then it closed to melee range, and as my fingers just hung frozen over the keyboard, it started to beat the crap out of me. ?You are bruised???you are battered???You are hurt?.I think I actually muttered ?Help?, but my wife usually ignores me when I?m playing my ?silly games?, so I was on my own. That?s when it finally happened. Whether it was some long unused part of my mind waking up, or some form of keyboard muscle memory kicking in ? I remembered what I needed to do. I frantically started trying to type ?Retreat?, realizing quickly how badly my typing skills had deteriorated. I somehow managed to get out of range, ran to the next room, then the next, and took stock of the situation. Then I remembered another word. ?Assist?.
Believe it or not, Dragonrealms still has live Game Masters, and within a few minutes one popped into the cave in a puff of smoke, and asked me ?What seems to be the problem??. I explained that I just recently arrived back after a long absence, was kind of hurt, very lost, and had no way to defend myself under the circumstances. He pointed to the sabre in my right hand, but kindly agreed to teleport me back to my old town, which turned out to be actually fairly close to the death cave.
It took me ½ hour to find the bank, and was pleased to see that I still had a small balance there. Twenty minutes later I found my storage vault, the same surly Dwarf from 15 years back, still guarding the door. I paid my overdue rental charge and stared into a vault with 175 items collecting dust?and the memories came flooding back. The Enchanted gauntlets that I had won at a bazaar raffle in 1997, my instrument case with my very expensive Mandolin (I?m a Bard in-game), and countless other precious possessions, all there waiting for my return.
It?s taken me almost a month to begin to feel comfortable in the lands again, and I have a ton of things still left to relearn, but the experience has been pretty amazing. I?m not sure how long I?ll be staying this time, but I?m certainly glad I decided to take a trip back and visit. There?s nothing like that warm feeling of familiarity, when you stumble upon of piece of your past that hasn?t changed, despite the years.
Has anyone else had a similar experience revisiting their gaming past?