Comments on: The Power of Memory in an MMO

By: Sometimes Goodbye Is A Second Chance - Sideshow & Syrana

Sometimes Goodbye Is A Second Chance - Sideshow & Syrana — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 19:53:29 +0000

[...] Spinksville’s The Power of Memory in an MMO: If retracing our steps in the real world helps to relive memories, then it should be no surprise [...]

By: Incadescence & links at Righteous Orbs

Incadescence & links at Righteous Orbs — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 17:57:05 +0000

[...] loved this post over at Spinksville about memory in MMOs. Even when I’m pissed or bored with WoW, there is [...]

By: Tier

Tier — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 11:35:31 +0000

I would like to say what a nice blog that was, very moving.

By: ZombiePirateXXX

ZombiePirateXXX — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 09:23:08 +0000

My first real and proper MMO I spent significant time in was SWG. When player cities finally came in we had already established a place for ourselves on the Mesric plateau outside of Mos Eisley. Originally there were various high lveel beasties between Eisley and our city on the plateau and I have many fond memories of running that gauntlet to be greeted by the sites of the city high up in the hills. I have spent night sitting on the roof of my house watching the suns set, and fond memories of a lot of RP done in the confines of those city boundaries. Whenever I re-sub to SWG for a brief spell, even though the city has long since decayed and the houses have been replaced by other people and harvesters, just being there I can see in my minds eye the buildings of the city I used to live in and feel a sense of belonging there. Though the game has long since changed from that which I loved, the places there still bring nostalgia. No matter how butchered SWG is, my heart will always be tied to it.

By: Kristine

Kristine — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 09:08:01 +0000

For me its Winterspring, grinding Yetis.

Not that Winterspring is a beautiful zone, or that I am fond of Yetis – but its where I was, and what I was grinding when my (now) fiance and I admitted to eachother that we were in love.

Its kinda like a resturant or song that was present on the first date, just that for us: it was a fairly crappy zone with low droprates

Everytime I go back there I get dreamy and smile to myself. While WoW might only be a vritual place, the places within the game are just as important as any other.

By: Chris (Game by Night)

Chris (Game by Night) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 13:39:22 +0000

It’s Elwynn for me too Longasc! I get the same thing with Westfall too actually. There’s something very serene about the countryside breaking away into a blue ocean that feels very homey to me.

You’re right though, Spinks. You can never really go back, so all we have are our memories of the feelings we once had. In my mind, I envision MMOs to be worldlike, so that you can kind of sink into them and give your character life. Yet, the more I play new games the more I realize there’s almost no chance a game will give me than indescribable feeling I used to get when I first got involved with MOGs. It’s nostalgia and, taken for what it is, is a good thing I think. Changing zones and NPCs doesn’t change memory, they just give the potential for new experiences to get nostalgic over.

By: Longasc

Longasc — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 13:14:24 +0000

To me, it was Elwynn Forest.

I do not like the Horde nor their starting areas. Blood Elves are okay, but extremely gay! So all power to the Darkspear Trolls, the only race viable for hunter char that would not get bashed by me!

By: Stabs

Stabs — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 11:59:32 +0000

We were very tired, we were very merry –
We had gone back and forth all night upon the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable –
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry –
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and the pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.”