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Well I have too many memories to account for, to pick one is almost impossible. Of course I am old as crap, so my memories would of course have to be of the dinosaur that started it all, EQ1. I could pick the intentionally causing of trains in blackburrow, you know when you walked up to the hole in the middle and stared down at the gnoll on a bridge, hit it with a spell and ran waiting to hear the /shout TRAIN!!! Or I could recount my time I discovered the paw of opalla quest out of the blue, and when I researched it, only one other guy knew about it in the entire game. I ended up getting the first on my server (the nameless) and the second in the game. But no my favorite memory is simply FEAR...
Yeah the Plane of Fear. The first time you go in seeing all your friends gather, like 50 of them at the portal. I was ahead of the bell curve, we were the number 2 guild on the server Sanctuary, behind Tigole's guild Legacy of Steel (which I eventually joined). So really we only heard the horror stories about first zoning into the plane of fear, not many on the server had first hand experience. So 50 of us sat at the portal, our monk zones in first, and silence. Four seconds later we do a /who and he is back in freeport. We knew this meant he got slaughtered as he was zoning in before he could even feign death. So guess what happens next, MONK! so monk number two goes in. This one had a good connection and actually got in and was able to feign quickly enough. He told us he could see our guys body, and then followed a stream of obscenities I've never seen the equal typed again in my life lol. The mob density needles to say surprised him. The next monk went in and followed, once he was in and feigned we all zoneed in and were told not to move. Monk #2 we'll call him, popped and trained the mobs away from us to give us time to load in, which we thankfully did. That feeling of, holy shit this is amazing and I might lose all my stuff sunk in. However it was about to sink in way more about 30 seconds later lol. See Monk #2 while having a dsl connection (huge at the time), didn't exactly have the best sense of direction. So while he successfully pulled the mobs away from the portal so we could load zoning, he happened to pull them right to Cazic Thule. One by one we start hearing our guildmates name being /shouted by him. A few said oh shit, they knew what was going on, I didn't. And then a group mate of my got picked out of the hate and BAM insta dead. After about 3 or 4 death touches, the entire zone is running at us lol. I ended up back in Halas, and was smiling ear to ear at the same time as I was like, how in the hell do we get our gear back.
It might sound odd that it was my greatest SOE memory, but that experience was the first gaming experience in my life that gave me a rush for real. In addition it started the tradition of calling out sick from work for a day or two straight just to get my body back. I'm not ashamed to say it happened more than a few times in EQ1. And I can't begin to say how happy and thankful I am for it, because it will sadly never be replicated. Thanks SOE.
P.S I live in Las Vegas, if I win I don't need the hotel :P
In the end i managed to find a company who did debit card for 16 plus. So i was stoked and finally joined the action.
I played for about a month and had a blast. Became a doctor and helped buff and heal my comrades. After that month they introduced the nge and lots people quit. So with that month of fun i had honestly it was the best and most memorable throughout the years of gaming that i still look back on.
Planetside 2..
had to do a 12 hour PS2 marathon just to fight out 1 battle around a base. It was an amazing three-way fight whereby the base switched sides almost once every 30 minutes but the fight continued for over 11 hours.
It was so amazing, ive never played a game that long in 1 go, but i just could leave cause that base was for the NC darnit!
Never have i seen so much people all have their fullest commitment to online factions :P
https://ashesofcreation.com/r/Y4U3PQCASUPJ5SED
Planetside 1! remote cliff, driving my sunderer.... suddenly a wild sunderer appears. the tense moment, both not moving. I deployed the spawn, switched to my trusty knife and waited. well, long story short: an epic 1vs1 knife fight with private spawnpoints broke out.
and thats how you make friends in online games.
agree - that was one of my better moments in mmos for a mix of anxiety and excitement
scarelings / shiverbacks / scarecrows / turmoil toads oh my!
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My favorite moment in an SOE game was when I was in blackburrow and I thought the highest piece of armor in the entire game was banded. I was able to get one piece (the bracer) and thought I was well known across Blackburrow / Qeynos area for days. Until a barbarian walked into Blackburrow one day with BRONZE! I didn't know what to do...I was so shocked. I just kneeled. (didn't know how to kneel at the time, so I just typed *Been kneels before <name>*
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OK maybe that experience is tied with one more:
I was speaking with my friend at Freeport docks running around in circles and doing random stuff that you don't do in MMOs anymore. Then, all of a sudden...I realized the SHIP IS HERE! I ran to catch the ship and I leaped in the air and almost made it....but then I fell into the water. I swam after the ship and my friend was like "NOOOO!". Then, a shark killed me out of no where! My friend then decided jumping into the water would be suicide. He took the journey alone and it would be quite some time before those characters met up in game again.
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My best and funniest experience was back in 1999 playing EQ, I was a troll shaman and we had a group in Cazic Thule, killing the Steel Golem in the pools, my group wiped but being a smart troll I had started to run as soon as I saw the way the wind was blowing, due to my agro I managed to pull the golem and virtually all the crocadiles to the entrance.
Surprisingly I managed to survive and when I zone back in I was greeted to mass shouts of TRAIN to ZONE!, unbeknownst to me (and the other 90+ poor souls in there with me) the croc's didn't path back correctly to the pools and managed to agro everything in the zone to everyone else.
Needless to say other than a very lucky group killing near the entrance, everyone else died.
Was weeks before I could get a group again, and even 15 years on there are some people who still remember my char and the infamous crocadile death train!
Takahisis da dancing troll, Emarr
― Terry Pratchett, Making Money
My favorite was in EQ2, back near launch.
Squeezing into a spot in the crowded tradeskill instance and watching people around me keel over dead as they failed to counter critical failures on the forge, and then watching the bidding war in chat by the clerics who were hanging around to ressurect players who died while crafting.
Good times, back when making something was an accomplishment, before the Great Wussification.
My favorite memory was from EQ. I was heading with my buddies to RunnyEye citadel because we heard from someone that an awesome two-handed sword dropped there off a named goblin. That was pretty much the extent of our knowledge. I had a paladin at the time and desperately wanted this "BIBS" as it was called. I was still using a fine steel two-handed sword that was cramping my style severely. To RunnyEye!
We made our way out of Freeport, traveling through Kithicor forest and Misty Thicket. When we got there we hacked our way through waves of snotty goblins down into the bowels of the citadel, nearly dying several times. Finally we found the alleged camp, and there he was - the Pickclaw Crusader!
A furious battle ensued, with multiple adds (of course). We almost died again, but were saved at the last minute by the intervention of a high level druid who was casually passing through. The Pickclaw Crusader fell. I knelt down and wrenched the Blackened Iron Bastard Sword from his lifeless grip. With a great swelling of pride I stood up and equipped the sword.
Something was wrong. The weapon's model looked like a short sword. Hmm, that can't be right. I checked the item description. Blackened Iron Bastard Sword. 2-Handed Slashing. Uhhh...
I wrestled internally with what to do. This thing looked ridiculous! I was all about my character's looks, often opting for inferior gear because it looked better. But the stats on the BIBS were pretty hard to resist. It was astronomically better than the weapon I was using. Uhhh....
I ended up using the BIBS until well into my 40's. During those levels lots of players inspected me, especially when they saw me fighting and swinging half a sword around with both hands. The model was so small that when my character wielded it it her bottom hand was a six inches below the hilt, hovering in mid air.
But as awkward as it was, when the day came to replace it I was more than a little sad to see it go. I will always remember that strangely diminutive sword that packed such a punch, and the adventure that got me it.
I have a lot of good memories from the original Everquest game. I had been playing Ultima Online which was 2D and this was my first MMO that was in 3D. I used to spend hours just doing simple things like swimming in the water, opening doors and exploring the buildings of a town, or sitting on top of a mountain surveying the land.
One of my favorite things to do back then was to ride the ships between the different ports. Sometimes it was it was dangerous, but it was the only pedestrian way to get around and I loved it! Sure I could have paid a wizard or druid to port me, but there was something about riding the ship. People would get together at the back of the ship where there was this bar and we'd pretend that we were having a party on the ship while we waited. Being on a ship also meant that there was a unique music track. It was like the whole experience was tailored for adventure.
One day I was traveling on the ship, and I encountered a well-known bug. When I zoned I was out of sync to where the ship was, and I sunk into the ocean. I don't remember exactly how I ended up dead, but I remember that I had to call a GM to recover my corpse. A magnificent looking character appeared before me and rescued my corpse. We talked for a bit about the game, just chatting as if we were old friends. After that I was on my way to go explore some unknown place.
Today things are too fast pace and impersonal. Maybe it was because I was young or maybe I'm just remembering things with rose colored glasses...but nostalgia or not, memories of both waiting for and riding ships in Everquest are dear to me.
I don't think I have one single moment and that is the point. EQ has many many moments. Nights of beating raids that others said we'd never do. Those personal achievements like 2.0, BIC, Shawls, aug quests and even my Ivy armor set as a level 10 ranger. The hours of excellent conversation in TeamSpeak with friends.
The game is fun but it has brought me together with some great people. And if I had to be pinned down to one thing that is it. NCG forever.
This is a story of a much younger, less wiser, and overly confident... me.
Weidan Meister was my name. An adventurous Gnome Wizard. The year, 1999. The Goblins had broken into the basement of the High Hold Keep and were trying to make their way upwards into the Keep. It was dire, and they were in need. I over-heard a Dwarf talk of the danger that had fallen upon the kind people of High Hold Pass. I headed to the keep with much bravery. I first encountered the guards of the keep who had told me there isn't much time to spare as the Goblins were sure to take over the stronghold. I rushed down to meet these Goblins head on!
Over the course of thousands of years, the knowledge of binding ones soul to a particular place in space and time was handed down through the order of the Wizards. And with this knowledge, I decided it best to bind my soul to the small entrance way of the room where Goblin Raiders had taken over. One by one I burned them down, they kept coming, and coming, one after another, for what seemed like ages. I took down every last one of them by myself. I was alone. I was afraid. I remained confident, and continued to eradicate every last one of these Goblin Raiders.
After much time had passed, I became tired, I became weak... without warning, I began to fall asleep in my computer chair. Although I could fight the Goblins with much success, I could not fight the temptation to sleep...
Time passed, hours and hours. I had awoken with the imprint of a keyboard along the entire right side of my face. Yes, there was much drool. I slowly regained awareness of the situation. I looked at my computer monitor and noticed that I was motionless and taking damage from yet another Goblin Raider... I lept to my feet and tried to fight back, without much success. It appeared that I had not the strength left to fight these Goblin Raiders. I had been asleep for more than 8 hours...
Remembering that I had bound my soul to the entrance of this room, I became enlightened to what had happened. During those 8 hours of slumber, I had died an incredibly numerous amount of times... countless deaths had fallen upon me. I was no longer recognizable as a Gnome Wizard, I had regressed to a child like state... I had lost every level that I had spent gaining in all of my journeys in EverQuest. One moment I was level 40+ the next moment I was level 1.
On the floor was what appeared to be hundreds of bodies... all of which carried the name Weidan Meister. I was in such a state of shock, it would have taken a miracle to bring me back from this state.
Motionless in my chair, I watched as Goblin Raiders did sick and twisted things with the room full of my corpses... I remembered!... I met this kind Cleric along my travels. She had told me that if in dire need, I may use a spell of petition. And if my heart be pure enough, I just might get an answer from the Gods of Norrath.
Many moments went by as I sat, waited, prayed to the Gods of Norrath to come and bring light into what seemed to be the dark and last moments I would ever spend in the world of EverQuest... After what seemed like an eternity of praying... A being of pure light appeared!! His name, I do not recall as the glow from his amazing radiance was too bright! He spoke to me with such kind words of reassurance saying, "All is well my son, do not fear, for I am with thee." Everything went dark.
I opened my eyes, I looked around, I was at the entrance of the High Hold Keep. I had regained every level... every bit of experience that I had gained during my campaign in that deep and dark basement. I looked around, I did not see anyone, but I did hear a whisper in my ear... "Go, be safe my son, learn from your mistakes, continue your adventure, and remember... I am with you."
I do not know of what being I had encountered. But, I knew that someone... somewhere... was watching over me. I did learn from my mistakes, and never had to go through such a nightmare again.
This is my story.
[Wizard] Weidan Meister (gnome) Xev
"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination." ~Albert Einstein
VERY hard question, so many funny and memorable things in everquest.
Would have to be the first attempt on Nagafen on my server. Over 100 of our highest level players entered Nagafen's lair, then the massacre began.
A few of us that had wisely waited outside the lair spent the next two hours rolling as players would come running from the lair begging us to kill them only to have them summoned back inside and slaughtered under the dragon.
At the time corpse recovered was quite the undertaking so players were trying everything to die outside the lair.
When the last screams faded into silence a peak inside the lair showed over 100 of our best and bravest laid to ruin beneath a fiery red dragons feet.
Was pretty epic but pretty funny as well.