I feel you op, I used to do it for my friends and people but these days it seems the rift between players is growing and growing. I remember when I was a social mmo butterfly, knew nearly every GM and player on my server back in the day. I would say lfg and have twenty offers to join people. People asked a question on how to do things and as a group we would all stop playing and offer suggestions or ask where that person was and help them. These days instead you see STFU noob, or looser go play another game. The rudeness, the lack of feeling anything more than a cog in a machine is insufferable. I find myself playing muds these days cause the comunities are better, cause most of the aholes are graphic ho's. I feel like the rock bitter from the neverending story, looking down at his hands and remembering his friends and the world he once loved. "They look like big strong hands, don't they." When we first started mmo's we all felt like that to some degree, we felt like we were a warrior strong enough to defy a god, a wizard whoes dizzying intellect could fathome the secrets of the cosmos. A druid, intune with nature to the point that it bowed to our whims, aiding us and defeating our foes. A noble cleric, so intune with the devine magics that a single whisper could revive our fallen foes, duty bound to aid any who needed us. I'll always remember playing EQ, after a GM got insulted in an event and just logged off, leaving everyone there to rez themselves. It was in a remote part of norrath, I was just getting there when it happened, as it was right after luclin was launched I had used the spires and walked. I was a paladin then, I walked there among the dead and dieing, I showed up just as the dragon feel so I refussed to roll on the loot. Then I spent the next two hours rezing the dead, and no one was shocked by this back then, it seemed to normal and right. This was how I expected mmo's to carry on, after all in an mmo we were able to let ourselves be anything, to be as noble or depraved as we wanted to. To see a world, with rolling hills of wheat dancing like spun gold in the whispering breeze, or to stride across the trackless forzen wastelands, the chill air blasting cold into your very bones. But with all things the golden age fades, and the next one comes on without mercy, without remorse. To this age we are but the scar sporting heroes of yester year, our time has come and now is gone, yet we linger and remain. A cool jack of ale, or a flagon of wine clutched in our hand as once we clutched at sword hilt and scepter. Clinging to it as once we clinged to the fires of life. Then in turning we go, some to consols to relieve what we lost, among golems that sport faces familar to us. Others try to soldier on, always seeking a new shore, that far western isle where, for a moment that last forever we can be what once we were again. Still the last of us return from wence we came, only to find the native land which in memory was sweeter than the caress of a lover is now long changed. Withered it sits, no longer our beloved home, it is as alien to us as the worlds we left it for, and in sorrow we weep.
This. I wish it was still here. Hell, even in some F2P mmos back then had this feeling with community. Now it's just people trying to get to the top fastest, not caring who they climb on top of to get there. Everyone is out for themselves now. =/
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This. I wish it was still here. Hell, even in some F2P mmos back then had this feeling with community. Now it's just people trying to get to the top fastest, not caring who they climb on top of to get there. Everyone is out for themselves now. =/