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Well one thing I've had success with is sometimes putting bad/old computer specs by messing with my DirectX log.
They devs need to know how low they can go just as much as how high they can go. Also under the 'Why Pick Me' questionare, tell about a genuine or funny experience in a previous MMO, follow that up with how stale everything is today, and finish it all off with how the game your applying to will fix all of that. (Calling their game a wow-killer can't hurt.) |
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Started a post, grew to about 10 paragraphs. Guess I finally have to make a damn blog.
This game looks beautiful. |
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Not working. |
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Exact same thing is happening to me. I've never registered on my current CC, and I've never registered with this E-mail.
What gives? |
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Been trying to play this game since the day it came out, and I'm finally having the free time but whenever I try to sign up for the free trial it says "Failed to update billing meathod"
Does anyone have any trial keys they could PM or Email me?
Ryilgalad@yahoo.com is my email, thanks! |
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Do you remember... (and a newbie moment)
Britannia Tavern (General) « Ultima Online 2/20/07 8:24:44 PM
Ahhh, nostalgia. Like a fine wine, it only gets sweeter with age. More often than not our stories will vary slightly from the truth.Only because we are the grandaddy gamers (with an equivalent grasp on our 'good times') basically telling our "war" stories when factions was a baby bred of the bastardized felucia, and that one time we got hitched in the Brit castle by a Rabii on a Llama and a significant other who had a questionable gender. Any time I speak with my good buddies, friends in my waking (not WoWing) life. Their eyes light up at the lightest hint of Balrogs and Nightmares. Dodging PKs at the crossroads, swearing to kill everything with a crimson name, only hours later taking up arms against our innocent brethren in the most mundane of locals like the Sewers. Ahhh, a tangent worthy of going off on. The sewers! In my early days, my time solely spent on non-test shards, I remembered popping my "grinding" cherry on multiple characters in the Sewers of britania. These were no colorful beasts that dropped fangs, paws and the occasional gold. These were slimey little toads, and giant rats, which the soul purpose of their life was to make my power hour a time of sincere happiness. Back when all the lands of Britania were bustling with theives, merchants and wizards, swashbucklers and bards, even the most meager of dungeons; the Sewers, held claim to being one of the most sincere attempts at fun, and my first real experience with nostalgia for any MMO. My first two friends, who, for years after, would remain my compatriots, showed me the path of the dark-side. They PKed my noobish little arse, yet something about them was different than your average l337 kill3r PK 2 PWNZOR bone-helml/hally/grey robe sort. They ressurected, let me loot my stuff, and continue to train. Soon after I endured what would probably be the most fun outside of a test-shard my keyboard and mouse ever witnessed me witnessing. I joined the band of warriors, led by a grandmaster mage (not your everyday sight in old-old UO). His name was Merlina, his close friend Shivan, and a few others that they commanded to do their bidding. There was a slight element of Roleplaying when we'd recruit complete buffoons (people willing to PK on freshly created characters), en masse, to dismount and loot even the royal, blessed black sandal wearing, Dragon commanding bastards, Lord SoandSo and HimandHer the Tamer. Along with other reds, blues, greys, theives, newbs, and Lord British himself if he'd ever dared. In an essence, we were unstoppable. Believe it or not, UO was a game where you actually gained skill from FIGHTING other PLAYERS. So the more we killed, the more we lusted for blood and vanqs and gold. Hell, I even got adept taming from the horses that eventually abandoned their masters and we'd train to ride ourselves. At the apex of our brotherhood's history, we ventured into T2A. It was an amazing sight for myself, who'd hardly seen the east side of Britian itself, my home city. No 3d game can ever rekindle the immediate sense of amazement I had at looking at toads a dozen times larger than those I'd previously been slaying. Giant serpents, causing such oddities as green health bars (later to be dubbed poisoning) We'd spent almost a week and a half soulely in Britian, killing newbs and lords alike in the little hell of the Britania Sewers. Suddenly, outside our territory, the adventurers in us took over, and decided it'd be best if we explored ALL the lands that UO had to offer. A week later my murder counts caught up with me, and I was Red. Nothing was more aggrivating as waiting for my friends to return from town with new recruits, and not being able to join them myself. I slightly remember being one of the last few stat-lossers, but that may be memories mixing with eachother. Regardless, time fell apart, and I moved on to mostly test playing. Ahh the thrill. If anyone happens to have been playing back then, you might remember my guild as Lords of Khaos, I believe. It was led by the best PvPer I ever knew, BurN. Anyone in the britt GY would recognize a few names immediately, and soon mine own was one of them. Much more respected than myself were the likes of Jennylove (The dude) Balls Of Steel, Teriyaki (spelling?) , god, and gotochurchonsunday I believe. It's been so long, if someone could help me identify the rest then we'd have plenty more to talk about.
Another one of my fond memories is when the OSI Test-Center admins placed the first real "bosses" in UO outside our villa east of the GY gates. Literally, Lich Lords with quadruple their normal HP, and double their damage. Pheonix's, Purple blade spirits, Balrogs, etc etc. I felt truely involved in the game. It's sad to say, with such a weak yet imaginitive graphics engine, we havn't been able to dupe the likes of UO with a great 3d engine. I've never really played another MMO with decent housing, but nothing ever beat a line of hidden rangers on a second story of a villa patio suddenly opening fire on a shit-talking axer with a full set of invul plate and just imagining how hard he must be screaming as his screen hiccups and turns grey.
Blah, im getting drunker by the second, and my ramblings are starting to make less and more sense. Buh bye.
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Ultima Online: The New Life of Ultima Online
News Discussion « General Discussion 1/31/07 11:05:32 PM
Originally posted by Vagelisp
Bah, moonglow? You got lucky. Compared to the Brit GY, the friggin Compton of old-school UO, Moonglow was musical chairs at a downs convention compared to that madhouse northeast of her majesty's bank. I remember UO like it was yesterday. Perhaps, it may very well have been yesterday. I remember logging in to the most boring intro-screen, followed by the lamest server screen, after which was the saddest looking character selection screen any game has ever seen. I couldn't have been happier. The nostalgia of my character names ALONE gave me more joy than any ding/epic on WoW .Day after day hat sad little grey box patcher would make my mid-late pubsecant life a little more bareable. UO was my home away from home, yet wrought havoc on social and personal relationships alike. Doing so little had never been so time consuming. I'll admit I was a bitch for test center, because of the sheer magnitude of the PvP alone (Even before factions.) Instant housing, instant riches, all you had to do was grind for Lord and you'd be the best bank/house sitter within 2 feet of yourself. set tactics 1000 set anatomy 1000 on and on and on. Go make myself a set of armor, tame a @#$%in dragon, play the market with some vanqs (cash was worthless on test.) and so on, over and over and over. This alone kept me numb to reality for a good 5-6 years, at least 2-3 hours a night, a sad much more on weekends. PK at Brit GY, PKK At brit GY, PKPKKKPKK at Brit GY, by the end of the pre-trammel days, everyone was killing everyone, crafting everything, equiping anything, at the touch of a nifty macro utility (in-game one, of course.) and you could set your skills for the day, or if you were truely a PvPer you changed your skills with every bleeding moment of time not spent trashtalking or ninjalooting (My WoW brethren know nothing of the ninjas that we faced in UO on a daily basis, except we got to slay them, dismember them, and put their limbs and head on the bank roof.) When on regular servers Lake superior and pacific, Dark Knight Pointmad and PhredTheBroker respectively, I was captivated by the struggle it took to truely stand out in the game. Nowadays in any sensible MMO there are epics, rares, galore, with the exact same damage/stats/effects etc etc. In Old UO, seeing a person PvPing in a set of Ranger armor gave one the impression of seeing Russel Crowepeeling out infront of a cop at a stoplight in a 66 charger(Or something of equal revolutionarical badassity). On regular servers, a person "adept" at swordsmanship and a master of anatomy and healing with the right skill and nothing less than a GM crafted weapon (an every day ordinary thing) could take on the best of any class in too much of a rush to fight without patience. GM or not, 56k or not, there were true heros and extrodinary players in UO, and at one point or another that game made us all seem like the Avatar reborn. Then trammel happened. take back about 95% of what i just wrote, eat it up shit it out and that's the UO you have now. Mix in a little Blizzard D2 gangrape and UO is officially a crossbred bastardchild. Add some pathetic excuse for an expansion in the slots after T2A, _______ _______ _______ insert bullshit; not BTR, Rennesiance,or anything else, in those spaces. The true home of the UO scions was tarnished, literally, with brambles and %#$%ing ghost sounds... It seemed to symbolize the epitome of the tired, old, gray haired silver vanq katana in a world of secondary and tertiary skills in the paperdoll, the healing powers of spirit-speak (ftw?) and elves.... elves.... what the hell.
I have gone through practically every bloody MMO since UO, betas, alphas, Darkfall And it wont, if I have anything to say about it! An Lor Exen
** http://mmorpg.com/gamelist.cfm/gameId/0 A comprehensive list of games that Oldschool UO and its communitiy owned/ will own |
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for 200-300$ you will probably go high enough to get bottlenecked by your processor, give me more specs on your memory and motherboard. I havnt really upgraded since my x800 XT PE but i've somewhat kept with the market. If you have a preference of ATI or Nvidia i'll give you a selection of both. ATI: http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.asp?Item=N82E16814161065R Has a decent clockspeeds on core and memory, but it only has a 128 memory interface. The saving grace is that it has almost double the standard pipelines for current gen games and wont even be utilized for another generation. It also is cheap, this deal specifically. Also it wont be bottlenecked by your processor for a few years. NVIDIA: Actually, after looking at new egg there really isnt any terribly efficient NVIDIA Cards for under 300$, if you look around i'm sure you can find something but 24 pipes almost OC clockspeeds definately wins me over on the ATI. People might argue but having as many pipes as my PowerColor GTO (12 pipes instead of 8) even before i unlocked it to XT PE gave me massive performance over different memory speeds/clock speeds of other cards. |
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and none of them come close to bringing any appeal to me. We need to start a petition to bring back OLD uo with the NEW graphics, create a new server in every region, and take all this filler out.The more EA gave us, the more we choked. We all hated OSI so much but the devil we knew was NOTHING. This big bad mess of words I'm passing off as a post, will hopefully entice some other Oldschool gamers to come out of their comfy WoW Cacoons and join back in the community that"pwns their* community l337 pk3r syl3" . EA needs to stop this friggin chemo therapy like appeasment, trying to cure their bad revenue with a painfully complex system which is infesting all fun the game had or should have merely for longevity of a product trying so hard not to die. | 1 Page | 1 |
