Maybe at the bottom, from the moment where we talked, acted with his heart at one point, a specific place ... Perhaps a part of us clings.
and part of that time remains in us. It's called a memory.
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I finally returned. And yet I still well traveled since that time, I saw scrolling MMORPG enough to compare and criticize.
The intro music is always the same, it was a bit tight belly, I do not know why. I was pretty stressed out this game is 9.9
You know, it's like opening the door of a house that was not seen in a long time ... Its smell reminds us of when we crossed the landing, its atmosphere.
Good Back Nostale, Silver.
Ahaha renders the Nostale. lol.
Gameplay sucks, let's be honest. Compared to Perfect World for example, is the day and night. [Incidentally there is no cycle JN ... ]
And then the good old lag still loves me as much. Crap.
I could disassemble the game NosTale in less than two.
Write une critique assassine, rager au plus haut niveau, etc. Je pourrais.
Mais Nostale, c'est la banderole " Grand-Père " qui s'affiche au moment de la Bataille Arc-en-Ciel [ Bug de traduction réparé. Roh. J'étais fan n_n ] , c'est les mobs aux noms complètement débiles [ Joyeux Mouton, Hamster Toxique, Dander Faible, etc ] , les orateurs hystériques [ GE VAN D POUL SHUCHOTER MOA ( dédicasse à ma Crevette préférée ;_; ) ] , les kikoos qui poussent de partout... comme des pâquerettes ! \o/ [ Mushu'touch ]
Nostale, c'est une Communauté very special, that rattle, rattle, rattle, still higher, ever stronger! [Fort Boyard'touch]
When you play, even on the last chan, you come across people, you read the crap, get wild group applications, etc. ... It's alive. On
PW was dead. IG friendless, there is no interest in playing. On Draco was more lively but it was not the same, Rappelz was on empty and a bit morbid atmosphere.
In 2008, I quit the game, disgusted by a morning of intensive pex. [it often happens like that in fact. ]
But I attached myself to the forum.
early 2010, I return doubtful, knock on the door. I know more people than GI when I'm gone, it's funny.
Since I work "by objectives" when I play, I'll say that I would from time to time, history of the chopper damned SP1 I had abandoned the first time. My old
Me waiting there, faithful to the position. I also have a reroll on the 1st server is inaccessible at the time.
So I re-open the old volets de la maisonnette.
L'air y circule à nouveau, la lumière aussi.
Je n'ai pas cet attachement parfois malsain mais heureusement éphémère que j'ai pu avoir à une certaine période [ Genre juste avant le bac iksde. Pratique. ] qui me poussait à passer trop de temps dans ladite maison.
Là, j'y entre et j'en sors sans que cela ne m'affecte d'une quelconque manière.
Il est certainement trop tard pour s'y faire d'autres souvenirs, et je suis tellement blasée [And so I lague. ] I do not know if I will seek to make new ones.
Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see.
I do not even know why I dl and installed again. Maybe because in addition to IG memories, I remember that period just gone and yet so long ago, when times were sweet. When I was a noob buses, of course, but when college was a distant unknown machine.
I remember, remember, in space and time simply because of an odor, a particular sound. This game reminds me of those mornings when I woke up even earlier history of xp just before leaving. I remember Datenshi, a friendly ... Archer u_u [no commentz, I'm cursed, I know almost as nasty shooters arrows + + +] student in Japan that I met from time to time, at this early hour. From the corner of my eye, I watched the clock, before descending the stairs of the building, backpack, and take for the umpteenth time this way I know by heart at this moment when the world seems we belong.
If it was a Friday morning, I was a brilliant mood, because it was the day I was waiting all week. Why? The magic of the EPS \\ o /
And then he was still there, it ... And after sport, instead of down like everyone else, we spent our Récrés on the field with some friends. Football, basketball, volleyball, ...
Ah these football matches on foo we have done when he was raining heavily, we shoot in huge puddles and we were soaked as strains ... Unforgettable.
These drops of happiness remain in my heart. I would like to believe that there will be others, and so, yet ...
I'm still looking to escape. Again and again ...
Silver delves into the virtual with the same pleasure in search of pieces of dreams, as they are illusory.
I wonder how long this bubble will still hold, then have fun in FIG.
I want to stay at Neverland, I will not go down ...
If only the problems were monsters with strange names he had just disintegrated with his sword ...
I do not want to be IRL HL Online. The level 18 enough for me, 19 is approaching fast. Too fast.
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