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| 02 Feb 2017 07:24 PM |
Strange memories on this nervous night on ROBLOX. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. OT in the middle 00's was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the internet. Whatever it meant. . . .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired crap, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole player-base comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the ODer places half-crazy and, instead of going to bed, aimed the big front page games across the games page at a hundred pages an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket . . . booming through the Ultimate driving games at the lights of The town of robloxia and kool-aid killer and parlous skies, not quite sure when to refresh, when I got to the other end (always stalling at the iron cafe, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as dumb and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the forums, then in the catalog or down to the trade hangout. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a salty club-house in ROBLOX and look down, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
For more context, my original join date was 2009.
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| 02 Feb 2017 07:34 PM |
No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it up to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
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