We generally avoid the topic of emulator servers here at Massively for various reasons
. I have different reasons for not discussing them as well, mainly that I do not agree with the use of art (games are art) without the owner's permission, no matter what. I want to get that out of the way now so we can discuss today's topic without filling the comments with emulator links we'll have to delete. And that topic is this: Should we maintain dead or dying MMOs after closure?
I started thinking about this idea because I am currently wrapped up in a project to collect and catalogue every major bookmark of my life
until I am "caught up" to about the time I started working at Massively. As part of the project, I am looking to save old pictures, projects and music, especially ones that exist on paper. Paper rots, after all. The project has made me think much more about my long history with MMOs. Should I be concerned that some of the digital versions of myself have or will disappear as games are sunsetted? Should we do something about this? I think we should, but if not emus, then what?
One of my favorite MMOs ever was The Chronicles of Spellborn
. The game had a lot
of issues; it was a grind, and the developers never had the chance to really mold the game into what it could have been. But its action-based combat and art style remain prime examples of MMO perfection. To me, at least. I also loved the fact that players could make "ugly" characters and could use one weapon the entire time (I used a dagger) and make that weapon more powerful by swapping out slotted gems.The Chronicles of Spellborn
is dead now. The various videos I made and fun I had is nothing but memory. Luckily, I still have screenshots and blog posts about the game, and if I remember correctly, the install files on one of my older PCs. The fact that I was smart enough to save so many screenshots and videos of Spellborn
makes me happy. As part of this "digital life" project, I am busily locating old details of my past to fill in gaps in my memory. I've found songs I sang, drawings I drew, and old stories I wrote that I had forgotten about.