Continuing on a Quake-related trend.

In the day when i Fragged on a 56k modem line, i used to connect to a Lithium server up in Carlinville Called Temple of Assassins. after the Fall of my old home server, The Naked Death Server, and still on my sojourn from the SOI chatsite at the time, i was in need of a new "home" online.

ToA became that new home. A nice, Steady influx of (for the most part)nice people who weren't there to stomp ass and hurl insults. they were there to game. talk a little smack, hurl some Rockets, and everyone had a good laugh. It's LIke looking for a good bar. some bars are full of jackasses, where others attract clientele that you don't consider yourself part of. Yet others are members only, some are too rich for your tastes, others you can't get in for age reasons, et cetera and so on and so forth until you find one that fits you. Apply the same principle as if you were a dork gamer who has scoured the serverlists for a place that you want to keep going back becuase there's always someoen there, and most likely, they're a regular as well and (hopefully) aren't a jackass. in the Nearly ten years i've been gaming online, I've only named two places "home": Naked Death and Temple of Assassins.


Becuase of how much time i did spend at this place, I tried to find it again last night. The Homepage for ToA has since crumbled away, but the actual Server still lingers on. I connected to the server, expecting the worst since no one plays Quake2 anymore, and still, i wasn't prepared for the vast landscape of empty that awaited me.

So many memories in this little virtual ghost town.

I did find out that there is still a place where a good deal of the refugees of ToA ended up, and got to play a little catch up with the lives of some of the people. Sadly, I found out one particular player i remember well, had died from cancer.

I've always be reluctant to try a MMORPG like everquest, Partly becuase of the crack-like addicting qualities, but also becuase part of me is always scared to log in and find out that everyone and everything i knew is gone becuase of the ravages of time. You almost begin to resent real life for destroying that one last place you want so desperately to hang onto, where you bask in the glory of the true good times you had. Real life or Virtual has no real bearing in the connections, the Emotional Bonds that you make. they both can impact you as equally.

You Could Say I'm Searching for a Home Server Again, In the Real and the Virtual.


NAD_Livingdead



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