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Post by mickgalbani on Dec 25, 2014 7:07:11 GMT -5
Happy Holidays back Wade! As well as to anyone else reading this that actually celebrates anything.
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Post by theweapon2 on Jan 6, 2015 15:05:18 GMT -5
i'd like to see a chat box here since one of my favorite flash web sites is no longer available, i don't know if i should suggest this or not, ah well
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Post by ZeroRebellion on Jan 19, 2015 9:30:58 GMT -5
Jeez this place has changed...I miss the old crew.
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Post by Wade Monroe / MaelstormM on Jan 19, 2015 17:20:58 GMT -5
Yeah, life don't stop for nothing and goes from to much free time to not enough free time. Makes ya wonder what people are up to.
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Post by WatcherCCG on Jan 25, 2015 21:12:30 GMT -5
I'm still here from time to time, checking in on things. But damn did this place die.
Side note, Wade, you can close down the RP board. It's a failure.
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Post by theweapon2 on Jan 28, 2015 0:22:46 GMT -5
i hope this site does NOT die, if it does i'd be extremely angry and i would go insane! I haven't got to play the new megaman game and still want to see more of the rick legend comic
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Post by Wade Monroe / MaelstormM on Jan 28, 2015 5:49:13 GMT -5
Site won't be going anywhere (barring health, money for hosting, and proboards mood). Activity is more or less a reflection of updates.
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Post by Wade Monroe / MaelstormM on Oct 27, 2015 11:18:13 GMT -5
Getting caught up on a bunch o' IRL stuff, sucking the life out of me. Getting jury duty summons icing on the birthday cake >.<
Got a bit more o' catching up stuff to do before I'm back on the MMNR grind.
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Post by ZeroRebellion on Aug 22, 2017 3:58:55 GMT -5
A figure that had not been seen for many years made its way to a rusted-door, his frame guarded only by a brown traveling-cloak. This place has not seen him for as long as he has not seen it. With care, a hand reached-out for the door and gently pried it free from its frame. This place was built in the earliest days, unlike the later facilities which had to fall so far into the well of memory.
Inside he walked about in dark rooms, illuminated only by the light of a lantern and the sun from outside. Carefully he ran his hands across dusty picture-frames and old guest logs. From room to room, he recounted the days.
In a large hanger sat the empty shell of a blue and red machine, great in size.
"Is there anyone left who remembers when this shell housed the spirit of a great being?"
He glanced through the archives, fighting-back the sadness over the number and size of the holes in this place's history.
"So much gone from the old logs...so much that only exists in memories now."
On a wall in one corridor he passed-by a weapon. It was a grenade-launcher; it was from what at the time was a famous incident. Avoiding long-abandoned banana-peels on the floor, he strode into a room with aging pictures and directions to various personal-quarters.
A picture of a figure with a firey reputation. A being from out of this world with quite the..."following." A young man with his family. A passionate planner. A tricky, green-machine with a taste for a certain tropical-fruit. A somewhat poetic persona. And there were more, though he struggled to recall everything, he could still feel the presence of the former inhabitants.
There were other pictures as well. Living machines with animal forms, an old friend with a never-solved break from conventional sanity, an...a familiar woman, one whose conflict with a brother once defined a period in the history of this place.
Even the old game-room was there, in a way, though some sections had collapsed. Truly, this was a bygone time.
With a heavy-sigh at the nostalgia, a smile crept through the regret. The regret at having fallen-away before the old haunt had come to such a state. Regret for being one of the first to fade away. Had he feared returning? Was he not able to work his mind through his new state to return? Was he conflicted about being who he had been, or ruining his image of his beloved place by returning as someone new? What was it that kept him away? Like the pieces he had failed to hold-on to, the reason was not clear in his memory anymore. But through it all, there was that glimmer of a time when this place and the friends that gathered here were like a vessel that he rode through a crucial time. Yet still, it brought a tinge of regret to think that they would never be seen again.
With one last-look around the large entry-room, he looked over at the decrepit computer with its screen mounted on the wall. Anything left in its memory would likely not last long...still, perhaps on another surface, this message carved might one-day be seen by an old friend.
"Hey guys, it's old ZR. You uh, remember me at all? I try to remember you, as best I can these days. Maybe it's stupid, but even as I age, the days spent here always feel like an important marker in my memory. Maybe we were just killing-time, maybe the marks left on our thoughts shaped things later down the line...who know for certain?
Either way, even though I know that time will never come back, I'm not broken enough to be like that, I'd still like to know:
Are you guys still out there? What have you been up to since? I didn't know many people I could call friends before I came here, even in my life away from all of this.
Are you still out there somewhere we can meet again? I'd like to think that's true. I hope that eventually, I can send out a message to you all, somewhere else where you might be more likely to see it. And when you do, if that ever comes, you'll know it's me. And if you choose to reach out to me, if we still share those memories, I'll know it's you. I'll be waiting for you."
With another heavy-sigh, he signed the message and stepped away, back to the entrance, that rusted door. He could not help but take one last look around, his hood finally pulled back. There stood not the blond-haired duplicate of a machine from another world, but he as himself; the darker-haired, glasses-wearing man. Of all the things to cross his mind if someone were to ask, a joke from a friend sprang. 'When Archer grows a mustache, he looks sort like a cartoon-version of your dad.'
He chuckled at the thought and hung his head. 'Why the heck would I think of that now?'
He turned away to leave, but just before he did, he glanced back for the final time, pointing a finger-gun back into the old halls as he said-aloud the signature at the end of his last message.
"See you later, space-cowboys..."
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Post by Firehawk on May 20, 2023 17:15:01 GMT -5
Five years since anyone said a word in here, and probably about a year since anyone's bothered to check it. But y'know what? Lemme come out of the woodwork, one last time, because there's something I noticed while reminiscing. It's been nearly twenty years since this whole thing kicked off. That'll come closer to the end of the year, that twenty-year mark. I was a damn kid when I showed up here, a 14-year-old still kind of exploring the internet and the glory days of flash games. Delving into my first real steps of RP. Connecting with what I think was probably the second real community I'd been a part of (the first vanished well before this place even began to slow down). And y'know, I would occasionally poke my head in here and see if anything was happening... usually, not really. And to be fair, I can't blame anyone. People move on. I certainly did. Ages ago. People drift apart and there's not much you can do about it. But I wanted to at least acknowledge that milestone. That incredible mark, even if so much of that twenty-year span doesn't amount to a whole lot. For a time, this place was home, on the internet. A community I connected with. Here's to hoping the old crew are all doing well enough. And for those curious, I'm still floating around out there. www.twitch.tv/firehawk2289I only really stream Mondays (7:30 Pacific specifically) and only the one game (Fire Pro Wrestling World, dear god I run an e-fed), but... well, some familiar names might pop up if anyone ever cares to notice. please do not take this solely as me shilling myself good lord i don't genuinely care about popularity hooooo boyDon't know if anyone will ever really stumble across this, at this stage, but if you do... hope you're well. Until next time.
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Post by WatcherCCG on Aug 28, 2023 0:03:35 GMT -5
ZR? Hawk? You're both still alive? Hot damn. I've honestly missed you two.
I run a small Touhou RP group now on Discord. I still speak with Seru on occasion, but Seda, Piney, the others... they're gone. Least you two are still here.
If either of you wishes to speak to me, you can find me on Discord. I am NOT a very talkative person, but it would bring me some small comfort seeing some old friends on my message list.
And Wade, it's good to see you're back on your feet. I miss the days we butted heads over post counts and member roles. I miss the days I caused entire boards and eventually a whole sub-forum to be created. I miss Legacy Maelstorm. Not even the Wayback Machine saved much of it, but there are some bits and pieces.
Still, as Hawk said, time marches on, and so do people. But if you ever wanna talk, you know where to find me, guys: watcherccg
Gamma, over and out.
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Post by Wade Monroe / MaelstormM on Sept 12, 2023 22:34:27 GMT -5
Peopleses hello. Yeah, the ol' haunt here sorta fell away with the passage of time. The explosion of social media probably also injected rocket fuel into the death of this place and others since more accessible and larger feature set. For me, YouTube's become the main stomping ground since I can just drop the videos there, links, and that MMN Remix update I just made live for everyone on the community tab.
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Post by WatcherCCG on Sept 13, 2023 1:06:03 GMT -5
What happened to the comic, Wade? I know you decided you'd never finish it, but I never would've expected you to completely delete it.
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Post by Wade Monroe / MaelstormM on Sept 13, 2023 19:05:47 GMT -5
Forget where I posted it, but RA:Legends format was just untenable outside of it being a full time job. So sprite'ish comic form died. Aiming to put the novel form out on site and/or Patreon at some point and the longer-term dream is if I can ever get a drawing tablet to cooperate to do it up also as a simple drawn comic. I do want the tale to get out there in some form shape or way for any peep that wants a conclusion to that bit.
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Post by WatcherCCG on Sept 14, 2023 21:49:31 GMT -5
Novel form would work. Also the fastest way to punch through everything past the Mega Man section. But you didn't need to completely delete everything you'd already done. Could've kept it as an archive.
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Post by Wade Monroe / MaelstormM on Sept 14, 2023 23:42:09 GMT -5
With the advantage of time, I've got (I hope) better ways to build that puppy up so that's why not re-uploading the original. Looking back in hindsight, Rick and Mega meeting was a bit to 'And now I'm here', this version of Cloud being built up a bit more, etc. Then there's the fact flash player is dead (and copyright gremlins) which kills some of the big animations. The original experiment of learning different styles which I liked at the time nowadays sorta bugs me as I go for more consistency (like going back over the background in Otaku Man's stage a few uploads ago... pain). I still got'm on my computer and in cloud, always a chance they'll pop up as a giant zip of nostolgia, but not anytime soon.
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Post by WatcherCCG on Sept 15, 2023 23:04:21 GMT -5
Fair enough.
Also... it's good talking to you again, boss.
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