"So in a few moments Sun Ce had disposed of two enemies, one crushed to death and one frightened to death. Thereafter Sun Ce was called the Little Prince.!"
"So in a few moments Sun Ce had disposed of two enemies, one crushed to death and one frightened to death. Thereafter Sun Ce was called the Little Prince.!"
i doubt it.. hehe, and having many post does not make you any more experienced. i've been here since before day 1 and still dont have 100 post, some play, some post... i chose play over post anyday
Do you see me claim me as experienced anywhere? I even see myself still as a new player, a newb to say so, the fact that i post a lot surely doesnt imply that i know it all, it doesnt even give me a larger thing in RL, i truely wonder how i got them tbh Can we know get back on topic, cuz this is a wonderful idea
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(A little long or short, I'm not sure. I didnt have a number of pages showing..I'm a typing NOOB.)
What is Ryzom to me?
As a veteran of nearly 50 plus MMORPG's, I feel like I can spot a good one from a mile away. Every time I try out a new trial or log into some new world I get that same excited feeling of discovery. That feeling of being swept away, even if just for a little while. It doesn't take long, however, for that feeling to pass. Sure enough, I log in less and less and eventually give up, knowing that the glimmer of the new world has worn off.
Not with Ryzom. Perhaps it is that through the podcast I am immersed in a different version of Atys, one of instant messages and forum posts, of detailed analysis of structures, of art. And I feel sometimes that I will be overwhelmed with the possibilities the game provides. But I like that feeling that just over the edge of the horizon there lies a myriad of discoveries. I find myself fantasizing about Atys, about the hundreds of different insects and birds and plants. I mount Gubani's in my dreams, and fly on the back of giant Ybers.
In comparison, although I take the same route with almost every game I have played, the lifespan of other worlds is tiny. Atys is large, but small enough that you see Homins everywhere, and they are Homins you know, and look forward to seeing every time you log in.
There is a feeling that we're all in this together. I wish we could take the community of Atys and score it against other MMO communities, set it side-by-side in comparison, and add up the points. Hell, I'd love to see all of us Homins transported to each and every other world, to compete in running, survival, humor, and other sports. Homins are a hardy lot, to say the least. Only we have survived the horrors of a near decimation and came out together, in most ways. We have been left to die on this planet, but we never give in.
Some might enjoy a constant race to 250. Others enjoy peacefully digging for that supreme ingredient. Others still enjoy fighting for land, and for honor. I enjoy the whole of it all, the sum of the experience. In real life I never sit still. I pass through hobbies like a child. And why wouldn't I be that way in a virtual world? I can act as tour guide for new players, go on the hunt with friends, or just sit down, chat, and watch the storms move in. Sometimes I sit by the stables and just say hello to Homins walking past. Within minutes I have others sitting next to me, telling me of what THEY enjoy doing.
It's a strange world, Atys. If you look up, you are reassured that you haven't discovered everything. There are constant reminders of mystery. Near the cliffs you can hear something, or someone, bellowing and stomping around. You can see different insects appearing and flying off, and hovering over water and certain fauna. And the deeper down into the crust you go, the deeper the mystery grows. It doesn't take long to build up a staple set of questions for yourself: How deep can we go? How high can we climb? How long will we be here? What is beyond Atys? And those questions provide me with a drive to discover everything I can. And most of the answers I have found so far have nothing to do with levels, or with how long I've been a Homin.
There is a sadness hovering in Atys for me as well. It has a history of defeat and of death. Everything passes, even beloved equipment and weapons. We have carved a living out of the actual skin of the planet, but with a price. All of us know the quiet weight of death, and we all know Homins that left and have never returned. But as they have left and perished, more and more young Homins come in. Then, they start to ask the same questions we did when we first came to the mainland. The cycle continues, and like the planet we grow, branch out, and bloom. But some blooms are temporary, and thier short lives remind us that below our feet lay a very very dark fate.
So, to me, Ryzom has become a community of choices, sometimes heartbreaking ones. It is not unlike that other small planet, Earth. The only difference is that I often feel more in tune to the bark than to the pavement under my feet.