08-02-2005, 02:28 AM
Well, since I have a little more free time on my hands than I originally anticipated today, I'll add my own version. Corrections would be greatly appreciated.
Our wonderful little tale of ricochet, the mod that could, begins back in the summer of love known as 2001. CS Retail had just been released, and people were wandering through the myriad of mods included in this price gouge of a bundle. This was when I, rws the cliche, originally stepped out on to the scene. After happening upon the gem that was ricochet with multiple friends, we all got into it and began playing together. Soon after, the TFC 1.1.0.5 (which included ricochet) was released to all Half-Life owners. At this point, ricochet immediately transformed into a barren wasteland of vapid stupidity and mayhem (little has changed, harhar), garnering an enormous (1000ish?) amount of servers compared to present day. This saw the emergence of such players as Shuttlecock, when simply shooting over the bar or being able to jump from the middle-back pad to the middle pads put you among the upper echelon of players.
Soon Ricochet entered the era Cloud previously described, as the community began to condense and "icons" emerged. This was about the time I dropped off the map, and ricochet was taken to an entirely new level. Fast foward about 9 months to May 2002 as I emerge from my cacoon to conquer the digital world in a haphazard and generally useless fashion. This was just about the time uT formed, and Shakira/Strider were generally considered the best, with some of the more "old school" players drifting away. About this time I ended up meeting Johnnykill, who, after seeing me play, eloquently stated, "who r u?" I understood that this must be a test of some sort, a taste of the things their inner, elite circle offered. I quickly sprung into action as I rebutted, "Of whom do you speak, kind sir? I am but a weary traveler from across the mountain. My village sent me to retrieve medicinal supplies from the city beyond the pass, as my sister has fallen very ill. I fear her time is running short, and I must make all due haste if there is to be any hope for her survival." Johnny didn't miss a beat, as he swiftly elbowed my insult aside, "wanna join my clan?" Outraged at this treason, there was only one thing for me to say, "Sure."
And I'm spent. I'll edit more of this epic saga in when I feel like it.
Our wonderful little tale of ricochet, the mod that could, begins back in the summer of love known as 2001. CS Retail had just been released, and people were wandering through the myriad of mods included in this price gouge of a bundle. This was when I, rws the cliche, originally stepped out on to the scene. After happening upon the gem that was ricochet with multiple friends, we all got into it and began playing together. Soon after, the TFC 1.1.0.5 (which included ricochet) was released to all Half-Life owners. At this point, ricochet immediately transformed into a barren wasteland of vapid stupidity and mayhem (little has changed, harhar), garnering an enormous (1000ish?) amount of servers compared to present day. This saw the emergence of such players as Shuttlecock, when simply shooting over the bar or being able to jump from the middle-back pad to the middle pads put you among the upper echelon of players.
Soon Ricochet entered the era Cloud previously described, as the community began to condense and "icons" emerged. This was about the time I dropped off the map, and ricochet was taken to an entirely new level. Fast foward about 9 months to May 2002 as I emerge from my cacoon to conquer the digital world in a haphazard and generally useless fashion. This was just about the time uT formed, and Shakira/Strider were generally considered the best, with some of the more "old school" players drifting away. About this time I ended up meeting Johnnykill, who, after seeing me play, eloquently stated, "who r u?" I understood that this must be a test of some sort, a taste of the things their inner, elite circle offered. I quickly sprung into action as I rebutted, "Of whom do you speak, kind sir? I am but a weary traveler from across the mountain. My village sent me to retrieve medicinal supplies from the city beyond the pass, as my sister has fallen very ill. I fear her time is running short, and I must make all due haste if there is to be any hope for her survival." Johnny didn't miss a beat, as he swiftly elbowed my insult aside, "wanna join my clan?" Outraged at this treason, there was only one thing for me to say, "Sure."
And I'm spent. I'll edit more of this epic saga in when I feel like it.