Prosephonie
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Posted - 2007.05.06 21:44:00 -
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I've never believed in MMO's. Something about buying a game and having to pay to play it just always made me think it was some sort of sham. I mean, who the hell buys a game that is useless unless you're forking over money continuously to play it?
Sometime in 2003 this EVE box appeared in my local video game store. I'd just gotten off games like Homeworld and Conquest: Frontier Wars, and the famous Freelancer.
I'd stare at it's blank face on the cover, staring back at me and I'd think "It looks cool, but why would I ever want to pay money to play it?"
Of course, the rumor mill had been grinding at home. All my friends had heard about this crazy new game where everything was perfectly to scale, and you could be flying along and have this behemoth of a battleship fly for five minutes end to end over the top of you as you lined up in traffic to travel. A crazy world where you had to physically travel to objects in the void of space, and your ship always stayed put. This paculior pixelated world seemed so alien to me, I could own my own asteroid mining outpost; or set up my own space station in the deep regions of the universe.
Every day I worked at the mall I'd stop in on lunchbreak and look at the games on the rack. Every day I grinned while walking past EVE ONLINE. Wondering why you'd spend all this time building something that stays for all to see and destroy when you log off. The rumors had passed my ears of complete lawlessness, and this band of players called "Concorde" who had taken it apon themselves to mediate players in eve.
Chaos did not interest me, and I walked passed.
Months came and went, the cover of the EVE ONLINE box burned into the back of my retnas. The rumors had quieted, I hadn't heard anything in a long time about this crazy game put together by a bunch of Nerds from Iceland.
Then one thundery rainy day came. The love of my life (at the time) dumped me for my best friend. My other best friend moved away from home, school was out, and I was depressed. I walked along the mall, a tear running down my cheek. My life as I knew it had ended. I remember thinking I had no-one in the world as I walked into EB Games that day, another tear ran down my cheek. And there he was again, that orange box looked so warm and inviting compared to the cold harsh reality of my life that day. I walked past, a slight smile on my face. I reminiced of sunnier days in rhode island before all this crap happened I was back walking the bike path in Bristol, watching the waves in the bay. I walked forever just staring at the blue water. Sadly, My memory was longer than the isle I smacked headlong into an end display, dumping varius game boxes, including a copy of EVE ONLINE all over the floor.
I put them all back, and stared blankly at the half a face staring back at me from the shelf, and grinned.
I must have looked like some sort of deranged mad nerd that night. Thunder roared outside my room. My lights were off, the only thing lighting up my surroundings was the glow from the monitor.
I installed; logged in, hands trembling, and stared at this funny little ship called a "Velator" The back of the box showed pictures of space, I was not there... Shoulda not X'd out the annoying voice.
I grinned, I had no ******* clue how to do anything in this game, it rocked! It took me 6 hours to undock, I was aggrivated but on the edge of my seat. Here comes lawlessness, and I'm ready to kick someone's ass or die trying!
The screen went black, then opened up to a sweeping space station, immediatly infront of me flew the coolest looking space ship I'd ever seen. It was like a double-barreled shotgun with engines. "It must be a small cruiser" I thaught, I was hooked.
The following days proved to be one rumor killer after another. There were no "Battleships", Concorde was not players, My ship did log off (phew). But nomatter the bad news, I had found a game that absolutely kicks ass.
Thanks for the Memory CCP!
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