Do you have moments or communities that have really stuck with you? That one moment in game that you wish could happen again, an old minecraft save that holds the relics of your childhood?
I wanted to make a video where I'm collecting memories from my friends that they've had from video games growing up, mostly around PC games. They show me old minecraft saves and give me a tour and what everything is and how old they were. How friends in old TF2 communities decided to meet offline. That old rivalry between two servers, that old clan you had that you wish you could find and contact again.
Post your stories in here. If you'd like to help out some more, record yourself reciting the event/story. If it's a certain play that happen in a source game I will do my best to record a demo recreating it. If you have your old ancient footage from the time send the footage to me and I will place it into the video, I would greatly appreciate it. If you somehow have an old minecraft save, send it or videos/photos of the level. Any game is fine, just something far in the past that still sticks with you.
I wanted to make this because recently game communities don't feel so genuine anymore. I used to go to TF2 servers with all-chat where everyone knew each other and just talked to each other about themselves all day not really caring about winning or losing but the community that is built within those servers. Matchmaking kind of took that away, sure you find friends in there that stick with you, but most of the time people are focusing on winning and ranking up, and the game doesn't always provide an alternative. If the game did, the servers kind of died out like in tf2. And that experience seems to be fleeting, and I want to be able to share and collect those memories, because to some people they really meant something to us. The one tf2 community I've stuck with for over 10 years, people have met each other, built great friendships, and even married and moved in with each other. We all don't play the game actively anymore, but a few times a year we all boot it up and discuss where we all are at now in life. Sharing just my experiences wouldn't make much of an impact I'd like to share the experiences of different people/games/and communities.
Post text in here, but if you have anything you like to send my discord is Psycho #9743, if you're already in the facepunch discord you can dm me already, or find me at steam if that's your thing https://steamcommunity.com/id/Psycho9182/ .
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I still remember the old Skulltag (Multiplayer Doom) days back in '07 to '10. I used to play on the servers almost daily when I had time, and there was always something interesting going on.
Most of the community interaction was through the forums and the IRC chat, but you'd usually see familiar names on the servers, and it was always possible to find some people you knew.
One event I fondly remember was when random people were playing on an server running the Invasion gamemode (I think the mod was called Alpha Invasion), and we got to a map where a central platform was surrounded by damaging lava and rocks. For some reason, everyone stopped actively playing and just decided to fuck around and explore. Eventually people figured out that it was possible to jump on the numerous stalagmite sprites placed far away in the damaging area, which would prevent you from being hurt by the floor. So eventually the game turned into a competition where people were trying to claim stalagmites for themselves to camp on, pushing people off with the shotgun. The stakes would be raised even higher when the central platform lowered, preventing people who respawned from accessing the stalagmites, so the whole thing became a weird form of last man standing.
Another event I remember was when the community first managed to get a full 32 players survival server going. It was on a Friday night event hosted by SuperGod on the Hell Revealed 2 megawad, and it was a total clusterfuck. Nowadays those numbers of players seem pretty tame but back then it was basically unheard of, at least when it came to multiplayer Doom.
But there was also lots of drama, much more than you'd ever find on Facepunch. Like in one instance where the IRC chat was hacked and the whole thing basically turned into the digital form of a Nazi concentration camp (which incidentally almost caused the host to ban the IRC completely). Unfortunately, most of the records from those days are lost to time, as one of these instances of drama caused Carnevil, the original creator of the source port, to close down the forums, with everything prior to 2010 being lost.
I still have some screenshots though, might send them to you if I get access to my old hard drive again.
I remember the very first garry's mod server i ever played on was called toxicity,to be honest i had pirated gmod back then (i think it was before gmod 13) and that was the only server with a community that also had a server for cracked versions.
It was really fun,we usualy played on prop hunt or ttt but because the server didnt have any ttt maps we played in prop hunt maps which caused some very odd experiances while some maps could actualy host a ttt game such as that sewer map called sewer rat or something,while other times we screwed around in sandbox making towers and cars.Sometimes even toxicious himself came on the server with a skeleton model to screw around with us or help the server out if it had an issue usualy by restarting it after people called him on the forum.
Sadly due to responsibilities with his life he didnt have the time or the money to keep both the server and the forum and closed both,people were sad in the forum and after it finaly went down there was only toxicious final message about everyone who enjoyed playing on the server and to keep strong but sadly that site is now lost so there is no way for me to find it right now unless i use wayback machine i think.
After all that i finaly decided to make my first purchase on steam by getting enough money to buy gmod and a few leftover money to buy a key in tf2 so i can be premium.
One of my earliest rounds in Project Reality (0.75 thereabouts), I was on the British side against the PLA on Battle for Qinling, a map with a large lake in the middle, a fishing village on its west side and hills surrounding it. Both sides had Tanks, IFVs and transport & attack Helicopters. Playing as infantry, we had been in the village, I remember having had our arses kicked in some fashion and we'd began retreating (Possibly cause the flag we were on the way to was no longer cappable). As we followed the edge of the lake counter-clockwise, both side's tanks started showing up, ours to our North and the enemy's just the other side of the village. The Challengers got shat on in short order, with one killed and the other having to pull back for repairs. Then the Chinese tanks started noticing our squad, spread out and straggling as we were. One by one we were blasted and cut down, a couple eventually making it to the safety of the hills. I was in the middle, too far behind to safely make my way up and too far ahead to be easy pickings for the tanks. One of which started driving from the village on the edge of the lake. I jumped down behind a rock on the lake's shore and it had all gotten very quiet, just me and the approaching tracks. Accepting my inevitable fate, I just sat there as the Chinese tank came trundling up to my position, it passed the rock and had its cannon levelled squarely at my virtual face. I don't think the gun could depress quite far enough, from my perspective it looked like I was 120% fucked, but the gunner decided to jump out of the tank and started climbing down. Right at that moment, it exploded, sending the now-dead crewman flying over my head and into the lake. I looked to the sky, and just caught the trail of smoke leading back to our Apache hovering high above the water.
I got an Xbox 360 around 2008 - 2009. Being a stupid adolescent, I spent a lot of time playing it and being real moody. Middle school was a complete nightmare where everybody treated each other like
shit if you weren't a friend or looked at them a long way. Y'know, it was that awkward time where most people are still pretty innocent, but they learn about really foul shit and completely lack a social filter, so all anyone can think about is tits and dicks and shit
Anyway, I spent a lot of time playing GTA IV (plenty of memories with that) but I also discovered The Elder Scroll IV: Oblivion while watching re-runs of X-Play and Cheat! and I was like "wow this looks
pretty dope I'm gonna play this". It quickly became something I was obsessed with and I pretty much spent all my free-time playing it. I don't know what it is about Oblivion in particular, but that shit just
has the warmest, most colorful and unintentionally hilarious world I could think of in a game. It also helped that it is a ridiculously broken game, but I digress.
One moment I was buying a house in Cheydinhal, then I was carrying out assassinations for the Dark Brotherhood, and in between that I was obsessively filling up the Anvil mages guild with duplicated watermelons and lettuce, before going back to the aforementioned house to decorate the place with all the cool shit I found while killing bandits and plundering caves. All of this coupled with the
amazing soundtrack by Jeremy Soule (which still gets me emotional) and the colorful and beautifully detailed environments makes the game very special to me, but most importantly, therapeutic.
I still play it often, and ever since I started playing everything on PC, it's usually one of the first games I install when I replace a hard drive or upgrade a rig. Most people have heard stories like this before,
but I think those who have played this particular game can relate to my experiences of playing it over the past decade. It also helps that the game is actually a RPG where the player, y'know, plays a
fucking role, which funnily enough, Bethesda completely stopped doing following the release of Skyrim. Terribly sorry if I sound bitter about that, because it's still quite a sore spot for me.
I have my old 360 save file on my PC now that I play whenever I'm feeling nostalgic. If anyone wants it PM me lmao
I used to play on an ancient Gmod rp server way before lightrp or darkrp were things. iirc gmod at the time only had a reduced weapon spawn option so you'd have a pistol, crowbar, grav gun and phys gun. This rp server consisted of me and like maybe 6 or 7 other people consistently, and then the random guys who joined. Overtime we went from people just roleplaying as ordinary people, to just talking like mobsters and constantly talking about backstabbing eachother or robbing banks and other dumb shit like that.
One day one of the random guys who joined decided he was gonna be a fed and try to mess things up, and pretended to be an undercover cop. Somebody else decided to play along and be the guy's boss. Eventually other people started tagging along with this. So we got like 20 guys in the server, half of us are playing mobster, the other half are playing cops. Despite all of the things working against us, like primary transport being the default HL2 jeep and airboat, global voice and text chat, the constant presence of heavy ordnance from being on an HL2DM map, having to get up once in a while and missing out on whats going on, and the wild variety of ages and maturity levels, everyone still got immersed. We managed to play out this long 5 or 6 hour long session of mob and cop meetings, various criminal activities often foiled by a rat in the Mafia's midst, hunting down and assassinating suspects in the witchhunt, which culminated in a shootout between a few mobster groups and the cops. I recall as people got killed, they'd just make up a new character and everyone would work together to weave them back into the story so nobody got left out.
I think most players got burned out after that, and the host being older than most of us he probably ended up being real busy, so the server pretty much died over the next month. Looking back I still love that some guy hosting a listen server was able to forge a small community of likeminded roleplayers, and eventually he managed to get a day where every player was on the same page and we all just had a ton of fun roleplaying together.
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Are you guys okay If I get people to narrate these If I put it in a video?
There is so much i wanna talk about, but it would take way too much time to talk about everything.
That time that someone made me play Duke Nukem 3D online back in 2007, since he told me that game was "Abandonware" and free, i decided to try it.
It was the first game i ever downloaded illegally.
I loved how cool the game was looking, even if i didn't understood a single like of Duke Nukem dialogue since my English was BAD, i always could enjoy the level design, the music and the GORY effect.
My friend was telling me almost everyday if i wanted to play some Duke Nukem with him, was saying yes most of the time, but hey, that game was fun, even how not so great the netcode was on that game, i liked to go on late 90's websites to find some map for Duke Nukem 3D.
I think it was the first time of my life that i discover modding community, even learned a bit how to map, but never got far.
And also, the first game i ever played online, TrackMania Sunrise, i remember i was blown away that some player had custom 3D cars and some track had custom music, i was even more blown away by the fact you could apply texture mod on maps.
I loved seeing some players playing in a convertible car, or something that isn't the default car.
I remember downloading a shit-tones of car on Trackmania Carpark that were mostly racing car, silly car (Flintstones, a teapot, airwing, Sonic head, badly modeled Mario) , or F1 cars.
And can't believe i somehow found one of the car i painted in the paint editor of Trackmania back in 2008. (Not sure if it was before i had United or when i had United)
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I had that F1 obsession , thanks to Burnout Revenge.
I remember when i got banned of my favorite server for trying the vote kick function on someone random...
And that person was the server admin, oh fuck, and i got into a server blacklist for that, now, i couldn't join most of the populated server thanks to that.
I remember my first team i had on TrackMania, i always loved to have a team tag in front of my username, and that team suddenly got dissolved for ??? reason, during april fool day BTW, and i never got into a trackmania team ever again due how childish i was.
I'm planning to make a video review of that game, even with my terrible voice.
Oh, and also, LieroXtreme that i loved, but always getting kick (for no actual reason) when i was joining servers, i made a thread on a forum, and then, the admin made a french Liero forum clamming it was the OFFICIAL forum of Liero, nothing too memorable, i remember when two friends play that game, one enjoyed it, the other HATED IT SO MUCH that he managed to make the other friend dislike LieroX.
And third game i had the most memory for was the first time i felt like into the community, it was a server on Team Fortress 2 where some player was using the game voice chat function a lot, so many custom maps (Even with CTF_Turbine before it was an official map, EWWWWW) , it feelt so alive.
I had lots of fun on TF2, even while playing at 25 FPS max due to how crappy my computer was.
I remember when i posted a screenshot Team Fortress 2 on a funny screenshot thread, lowest config, 640 x 480, i got trashtalked so much for that, 2 page of thread literally full of insult, someone even made a Sockpuppet account pretending it was me.
I remember i was whinning about the Backburner and Ubersaw being way way too OVERPOWERED when it came out.
But then, i somehow got into their private forum since i was someone okay.
I was getting trashtalked a lot on a tf2 forum due to my low age (13) and that i was a bit of a dumbass, but yeah, mostly of my low age.
And then, the server lost his charm when admin made a Mumble server for it, now, everyone was talking on Mumble.
And then came the hat and what killed that community, idle servers...
No one was playing Team Fortress 2, but instead, tried their luck getting hats, i literally couldn't find any friend playing cause of that.
Also, the fucking bullshit plugin that Autobalance team in extremely aggressive way, like literally throwing you in the other team, without timer and shit, and if you tried to spectate to change team, you couldn't join your original team.
Also, that plugin that kick a random player of the server for a VIP player to join.
That terrible community stopped playing TF2 shortly after the Cheater Lament's drama (where everyone that used Idle program lost their items), the admin even added a plugin that remove the Cheater Laments
That one french tf2 community was full of terrible person, like harassing the fuck out of a 13 years old, even getting his phone number, posting edited pics of his face, and also, i remember when they were raiding a community forum with suicide gifs, shock picture and stuff like that, cause they got banned for acting like assholes on it.
I also remember trying to get into competitive TF2 by getting into a team, that got destroyed by 11 years old kids and got dissolved shortly after.
Got into another team, but this time, i got kicked out cause i didn't had a single way to pay for their server and the admin of it was an asshole,when i saw fy_iceworld as current map on his server, i was happy that i got kicked. (Funfact, there was one player that i keep meeting on other game, saying "Oh hey Toxicoow, it's me! Remember me? We we're on the same TF2 team !")
Then, the game went Free2Play everyone was EXTREMLY FURIOUS, excepted me, since i could made all my furry friends play Team Fortress 2 (i was in the furry fandom at that time), and i remember inviting all my furry friends into a server, filling it completely, was a great feeling to play with friends. (They weren't dirty fucks thankfully)
I remember making so many TF2 sprays for friends back in the day, and some actually paid me, was a great feeling !
Meeting one of my best friends through gmod HL2RP and then proceeding to horribly vandalize his DarkRP server
@Lolcats love you b good times
Going through the dark portal in WoW for the first time. You spend all that time making it to level 60 in a relatively grounded fantasy world and when you come out the other end of the portal you see this massive desolated landscape choked with powerful demons, the armies of the Horde and Alliance working together to insure none of them pass through the portal back to Azeroth
Sure. I'll throw in some illustrative screenshots if PR's retro mappack is compatible with the current version
Oh boy... I have thousands of stories from Garry's Mod: One of my favorites though: The Hobo Revolution - Why I have five permabans on FLRP!
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Having built a Hobo Tower on Fearless which has gained a lot of controversy, and getting me two bans, I was on my last ropes on Fearless regarding things that could and could not be done, and gone over the usual amount of bans by three. My first decision was to span my hobo tower with admin approval, and turning it into an hobo refuge, in which any type of homeless person could have a home and get shitfaced with other homeless peeps. Everything was going pretty good by the time we had about twenty hobos in the tower and some other smaller tents and towers nearby. Everything had been going fine for awhile, and after about ten minutes of pure Valhalla-Tier shitfacery, we had a few people go and say, "You know what... lets play some addict RP!" and roleplayed being alcoholics or being addicted to THC wax, and needing to grow it in the hobo refuge with a shaky medical and growing license that could be pulled at any time by the currently standing dictatorship.
Well the Police came along and saw that one of our guys was growing three "medical" marijuana plants, and called over radio to the dictator to pull these licenses, and once they got confirmation, they came guns-a-blazing and ended up shooting that hobo as well as another member of the house. In shock, every hobo in the house responded by spawning multiple boot and glass bottle props, and began pelting the Police Officers with them. Doing about fifteen damage each hit. After killing one officer with boots and glass bottles, the other ran back to the Police Department in a bit of shock, as we had just stoned to death his colleague with boots and bottles. Many of the hobos began taking to the /adverts and /911 demanding that the government reimburse the hobo that were killed and hurts, as well as give every hobo a medical marijuana license(all addicted to dem weed needles). The dictators booted the finger, and told us to get fucked.
"Welp, this can only end one way Mr. Dick!" a good sum of us began shouting over OOC and advert, in response to this the dictator became paranoid, and sent a group of his finest SS(SRU), to take out every hobo and burn down the hobo tower to the ground. I wasn't going to have any of this, and ordered every hobo to the 3rd and 2nd Floors, and arm themselves with crowbars and boots. As the SS and Police came to our hobo tower, they attempted to start climbing the ladders to the 2nd Floor, and received a pelting of roughly twenty boots every second. It was an instant kill for each round of boots thrown. Realizing the odds of taking the tower was against them, the SS and Police returned back to the base with many hobos going to the balcony of the tower, constantly throwing boots at their retreating asses shouting many phrases about how the dictator could really use his bitches back!
This process of them returning, demanding we surrender, and then attempting a raid went on for another three to four times before the dictator finally realized that their was no way of beating the hobo tower. When we realized that the police were not returning we decided to make our demands of how we wanted medical marijuana licenses, a fish for every hobo on the server, and wanted reservation rights for the area of which the hobo tower was, as well as a speech made by the dictator... Apologizing for having corrupt police, who were assholes... Well the dictator was not going to have any of this, and told us to go fuck ourselves once again. The current standing situation appeared to only be getting worse and worse, as many hobos were getting angsty and wanted to take revenge directly for the harm done to their fellow drug addicts and friends. It was at this point in time that a gun dealer from across the street came to our house, and told us about how the government had sent raiders to burn down his shop for selling firearms, and he'd like to give us a hand regarding our current situation.
He gave me coordinates to the Evocity Forest, and told me a package would be waiting for me in the van. With the message delivered, I quickly got my drug-dealing guitarist buddy Pilot to pick me up in his Tides truck, and we went to the Evocity Forest, and picked up the package... The package being roughly twenty AK-47s, and forty boxes of ammo. We were absolutely stunned, but we had no time to chit-chat about our amazement as the government had started another raid against the hobo tower while I was gone. We quickly tossed the package in the back of our truck, and drove back to the tower and witnessed the glorious battle unfolding. From the top of the tower we had hobos armed with molotov cocktails, who had thrown the cocktails at the Police, setting them ablaze and making them dance in the flames. Towards the entrance of the tower, we could see that any government employee attempting to enter the tower was having a box of boots poured on them like burning sand, causing immediate death for several officers... The battle was fierce and quick, with several government employees only managing to return with around five to ten health points. Even though it was clear that the government was in no way capable of winning against us, we had to do something to show that we had more than simply a few boots, crowbars, and molotovs. With the battle over, my buddy Pilot drove his truck slowly up to the front of the hobo tower, and I began spawning AK-47's and boxes of ammo in the back, handing them out to every Hobo in the tower.
It was a sight to behold, but I knew that if we raided the Nexus, we'd all be banned. Instead my buddy Pilot and I rallied the hobos to take to main intersection of the city, blockade it with props so that no one could get into the city for gas, and begin to fire our AK-47's into the sky while chanting, "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE OF CZECHNYA, LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION, AND AK-47'S FOR EVERYONE!" their was not a moment in the city that the clacking of a Avtomat Kalashnikov 1947 could not be heard from all around the city. The sound was so deafening that from the top of his tower in the Nexus, the dictator realized that his time was almost over, and that no matter what forces he could send, it was over. We made our demands once again, and they were met!
It was too late though... While us hobos had managed to scare the Police and SRU into watching us, the Nexus was raided by a group of Corleones who intended to use our rally to secure an easy raiding path to the mayor. Even though the mayor and his two loyal security guards held out, the hobo revolutionaries were accused of randomly raiding the government, and the leaders, including myself, had to be banned from Fearless... And that is the story of how I was banned from FLRP.
You vandalized my heart 😚😚
I met one of my best friends through Action Half-Life 2 because we were both using unconventional microphones for voice chat(was using a PS2 Eyetoy, and still do as a webcam).
Friendship still going strong 9 years later.
All of my fondest memories from games come from co-op games. Co-op campaigns in particular.
Whenever I played a co-op campaign(Dead Space 3, Resident evil 5 and 6 for example), I'd get a completely different experience depending on which of my friends I played with.
With my one friend, G, we'd typically breeze through campaigns on the hardest difficulty and often point out any jank present in the game and make good banter of it.
With another friend, Cock, I'd be casually trying to go through the game while he'd be struggling to do the simplest of tasks, make excuses for why he's bad at video games
and he would, more often then not, die. Intentionally and unintentionally. Very easy to make fun of and I took every opportunity to do so.
In addition, whenever I played with Cock, there would always be something wrong with the game on my end. Whether it be broken game physics, duplicate NPCs, missing geometry.etc
There was also this one time I played Dead Space 3 by myself and, for reasons I can't explain or reproduce, every ragdoll in the campaign went berserk, like so:
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I booted up my dad's PC for the first time when I was 7. I sat myself upon my dad's lap and I saw him hold a green disc. "Medal of Honor: Allied Assault." Huh. At this point, I had never even heard of videogames, let alone played them. But my dad played DOOM when it came out and was pretty enthusiastic about videogames. He liked WW2, he read me bedtime stories of Rommel's exploits and stuff like that. So, we booted the game up, me perched on his lap and precariously hanging over the desk's edge like a fucking idiot. Booted up the game. Woah. Colours. Lights. Action. There was a lot of shit on screen. We loaded up the tutorial level and had a blast, figuring out the controls.
Then we moved onto the first mission, Operation Torch. We had a great time figuring out the controls. WASD? Weird. We shot our way through Algeria, killing Nazis dressed in brown. Along the way my dad'd tell me stories about the war, about D-Day and Stalingrad. Man this is making me teary eyed just recalling this story. And then we reached the level:
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GODDAMN was this level hard. My dad and I must've died about 100 times. We blundered our way through the level, we kept going. Determined to kill Hitler in the most flamboyant way possible. And finally, after hours of grinding, we did it. We cleared the bunker, a special level of venom reserved for the Nazis that had killed countless AI companions. Now we were triumphant, and we breezed through the rest of the game. That's my gaming memory, and i'll keep it till the end of my days.
Just cause I haven't posted one. When I played darkrp with some friends, these guys in the server didn't pick a job. Instead they made a "Italian restaurant" in a random building. They talk in these exaggerated accents, and gave us a tour of their kitchen. "and here's where we make-a the soup". It was a bath tub, but a bathtub with a skeleton. "That's our ma, she always-a knows how to make-a da salsa!". Everyone loved it that half the server were either working as employees of the restaurant or pretending to dine in it.
I remember doing some crazy shit on Danktown about a year ago. I became a lawyer and defended criminals from the corrupt government.
Eventually, after multiple trials, I campaigned for mayor with the help of the people. I had a secretary, a judge, a bailiff, and a small jury. The trials were fucking insane.
I eventually became the mayor for a little while before being assassinated and going down as a martyr. I won in the end.
Here was the front of the office. What a great time this was.
DarkRP is some crazy shit lmao
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Garry's Mod will always hold a special place in my heart. Just for the simple beauty that creativity can bring.
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