Motor City: Where We Stand Now
Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 7:19 pm
Yes, it's me. The outspoken, quick-witted, yet resourceful comedian, fabricator and writer that the lingering gearheads of Crossroads Atlantic, refer to so affectionately as Runty; RuntyRebel.
Although it seems overwhelming to say this, it's been years (yes, years) now since we have had the opportunity, no, privelage, of logging on to the sound of Double D-MX, the "Monster of Motor City Radio". It seems like only yesterday we were sitting down at our computers; the kids ranting on about their paychecks, the city-scum offering server trades with a catch similar to: "Server Trade: $500,000; will scam you on the server of your choice", the racers snug quietly in a Formula Firebird at Hazard Hollow, and the veterans hiding from their peers (and wives) at Deasy's Bar & Grill, or some other undisclosed location.
Where has the time gone? From what I've learned to assume and accept, it's most likely found its way into the bank account of Electronic Arts, Inc (Although I'd like to say that it's managed to reside itself in the form of memories deep in the backwoods of Skoggit County). Yes, it seems as only yesterday that I was chasing down PigPen in a '40 Ford, bearing a plate reading "BACON". It seems as only yesterday I was mutely laughing about the appearance of the "Notre Dame Delight" (Irish Duster), or sitting in the seat of my convertible Corvette across from Joe Clutch preparing to endure a race of witt at Metro Garage.
Nonetheless, precious times such as these have managed (in the words of Paul Simon), to "slip, slide away". What once was a thriving community, prosperous in knowledge, abundant in euphoria, has now decreased down to the remaining, true "good ole boys" of what we knew as Motor City.
Ok, so you wake up in the morning. Before heading off to work, you check the "Classifieds" of the newspaper, pour a cup of coffee, and try to log in to Motor City (and yes, some of still bear a faded maroon "MC" button on their desktop) to scout Muscle Mikes, or the PHA's for a potential deal on a cherrished combination of metals. You realize, however, that you're faced with one major problem: connecting to a server that no longer exists.
So, where do we stand now? What is our future? Can it be told by the implementation of rumors (not that old Fleetwood Mac album you have stowed away in the closet) that fulfill every Motor City-related message board that has been created by a citizen lost in the depression and deprivation of the loss of such a damn good game? Perhaps, but not likely.
Where we stand now, is together. We abide by the same code we always have: morality (although we swear up and down as to what we'd do if we could only get our hands on someone).
If you've taken the time to read this, then you must understand and appreciate the importance of our community. If Motor City isn't revived, we'll still have one another. Sure, it will not quite be the same, but where we stand now is a lot better than our alternative.
-RuntyRebel
(Hope this was another good read... )
Although it seems overwhelming to say this, it's been years (yes, years) now since we have had the opportunity, no, privelage, of logging on to the sound of Double D-MX, the "Monster of Motor City Radio". It seems like only yesterday we were sitting down at our computers; the kids ranting on about their paychecks, the city-scum offering server trades with a catch similar to: "Server Trade: $500,000; will scam you on the server of your choice", the racers snug quietly in a Formula Firebird at Hazard Hollow, and the veterans hiding from their peers (and wives) at Deasy's Bar & Grill, or some other undisclosed location.
Where has the time gone? From what I've learned to assume and accept, it's most likely found its way into the bank account of Electronic Arts, Inc (Although I'd like to say that it's managed to reside itself in the form of memories deep in the backwoods of Skoggit County). Yes, it seems as only yesterday that I was chasing down PigPen in a '40 Ford, bearing a plate reading "BACON". It seems as only yesterday I was mutely laughing about the appearance of the "Notre Dame Delight" (Irish Duster), or sitting in the seat of my convertible Corvette across from Joe Clutch preparing to endure a race of witt at Metro Garage.
Nonetheless, precious times such as these have managed (in the words of Paul Simon), to "slip, slide away". What once was a thriving community, prosperous in knowledge, abundant in euphoria, has now decreased down to the remaining, true "good ole boys" of what we knew as Motor City.
Ok, so you wake up in the morning. Before heading off to work, you check the "Classifieds" of the newspaper, pour a cup of coffee, and try to log in to Motor City (and yes, some of still bear a faded maroon "MC" button on their desktop) to scout Muscle Mikes, or the PHA's for a potential deal on a cherrished combination of metals. You realize, however, that you're faced with one major problem: connecting to a server that no longer exists.
So, where do we stand now? What is our future? Can it be told by the implementation of rumors (not that old Fleetwood Mac album you have stowed away in the closet) that fulfill every Motor City-related message board that has been created by a citizen lost in the depression and deprivation of the loss of such a damn good game? Perhaps, but not likely.
Where we stand now, is together. We abide by the same code we always have: morality (although we swear up and down as to what we'd do if we could only get our hands on someone).
If you've taken the time to read this, then you must understand and appreciate the importance of our community. If Motor City isn't revived, we'll still have one another. Sure, it will not quite be the same, but where we stand now is a lot better than our alternative.
-RuntyRebel
(Hope this was another good read... )